Page 88 of Fighting Furry

“Your loss, missy,” she said. She looked back to the middle-aged man. “You in or out, boy? Cause this train is leaving the station right now.”

“I'm in, Esther, just don't push me this time.”

“Don't be a pussy, Reginald, and I won't have to push you.”

We watched Esther and Reginald walk off into the darkness. Sarah and her camera crew followed them, but Sarah looked back at the last minute. She put her fingers to her eyes and then pointed to me to let me know she knew what I was up to. I smiled and waved goodbye.

Axel pulled me into the darkness and around the side of the barn. Together, we raced through the forest to his cabin. We raced onto the porch, but he didn't reach for the doorknob, he shoved me against the door and kissed me, hard. The cool night air and the scent of the forest wrapped around us as I leaned into him and kissed him back. He slid a thigh between my legs and moved it in just the right place and just the right way. I moaned with pleasure and laced my fingers through his hair. “I'm sorry,” he said.

My brain had been thinking sex, so his words took a moment to sink in. “Damn right, you're sorry,” I said. “What the hell were you thinking? Running off like that?”

“I wanted to protect you and the pack.”

I shoved him off, because he was pissing me off, but he didn't budge. “It seemed to me like you were the one who needed protecting, since you're the one who was minutes away from being executed.”

I could feel his smile against my cheek. “We'll protect each other from now on,” he said. “How about that?”

“Fine. Because if you pull another stunt like that, I will kill you.”

He chuckled, his breath warm against my neck. He reached between us, unbuttoned my pants and slid his hand inside. He stroked me until I was moaning again and then he slid one long finger inside me. “God, yes,” I said on a groan.

He nipped my neck as his finger worked inside me and his thumb applied just the right pressure to my clit. I came around his finger, screaming into his mouth. He shoved my pants down, unbuttoned his, lifted me and was inside me before I'd finished coming down from my orgasm. He felt so good inside me, and he didn't hold back. He hammered into me hard, bringing me to a second orgasm in record time before he found his own release.

He sagged against me, still inside me. “Marry me, sweetheart,” he said.

“Why the hell would I do something like that?” My voice was breathy and lacked the impudence I intended it to have.

“Because I love you. And I'm an idiot who's likely to get himself killed without a wife to keep me in line and save my ass when necessary.”

“You do need that,” I said, the final walls I'd put up to guard myself against him crashing down. “And I do love you, so I guess it makes sense.”

“Is that a yes?”

“Well,” I said. “I haven't gotten any better offers, so I guess so, sure, why not.”

He nipped the sensitive skin on my neck and chuckled.

“Plus,” I said. “A wedding will be great for ratings.”

He threw back his head and laughed before looking me in the eyes, his own expression serious and determined. God, I loved him. “Thank you,” he said. “For making me the luckiest man in the world.”

I rolled my eyes. “Don't get sappy on me, tough guy. Take me inside and remind me why marrying you is a good idea.”

He took me inside and he did just that, over and over again.