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She grabs the front of my shirt and pulls me back to her mouth. This time she kisses me, her tongue in my mouth, my hand moves south, under her dress, so I can pinch her nipple.
She yelps against my lips.
"I love you, Ace Sterling," she whispers.
"I love you more, Harper Sterling."
I lean in to kiss her again and pause when I hear a crash inside the barn.
I pull my gun from its holster and flick off the safety. Wedding day or not, after what we've been through, I'm armed at all times.
"Stay behind me, sweetheart," I whisper.
She does. I can feel the heat of her at my back as I approach the door. I push it open just a touch, enough to see inside.
"Fuck. Romeo.Fuck!" Colten's unmistakable voice fills my ears.
I close the door as fast as I opened it. Too late. The image is in my head now. My brother and Romeo, and it ain't ever leaving. Well, I guess that explains why he's been so quiet this week.
He’s fuckin’ the rage out of him with Romeo.
Gun back in the holster, I take her hand and lead her away from the barn at a respectable pace. A brisk pace.
"Did I hear what I think I heard?" she asks.
I chuckle. "Yeah, you did."
She gasps. "Did you know Colten was gay?"
I turn to face her, running my thumb along her bottom lip.
"Colten describes his sexuality asI'll fuck whoever I want.This week, it's Romeo. Next week, it might be a girl from a bar. Week after, both together?" I shrug. "But I didn't know he was mixing business with pleasure. No."
Her eyes go wide. "So Colten is the manwhore brother?"
I can't help but laugh. "Yes, baby."
"It's always the quiet ones," she mutters.
I kiss her. Hard. My brother's kinda killed the mood out here, and the last thing I need is him and Romeo stumbling out of that barn and finding us. Besides, I've got plans for when we get home. Plans that don't involve an audience or a holster.
"What do you say… One more hour of dancing, and then I scoop you up into my arms and carry you home?" I whisper against her lips.
I can carry my girl with one arm, no problem.
She loops her arms around my neck, yellow flowers crooked in her hair, that grin on her face that's been undoing me since the tenth grade.
"Make it half an hour, cowboy."
God, I love my wife.
CHAPTER NINETY-ONE
Harper
Song- Hook, Line & Sinker, Royal Blood
"Put me down! Your arm!" I shriek as he kicks open our front door.
