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“Say it,” I demand. He sucks in a breath. “Fuck you, you dick. You know I’m yours. I’m skewered on your cock right now, aren’t I?” I bark a laugh, leaning down to bite his lower lip. Colton groans against me. “Not that.” His eyes flutter closed for a moment before opening, bright and blazing blue. “I love you, too, Noah fucking King.”
A smile touches his lips, his head shifting lazily to see me better. “Do I look like a king?” I pull in a breath. Outside, the evening sun shines, lighting the barn we’re in, and steaks wait for us inside the kitchen. The whole world waits, days stretching out before us. Years, even. But right now, there’s only him. My Colt. The man I’ll gladly spend the rest of my life fighting for. Does he look like a king? I give him a smile, leaning down to press my lips to his. You look like you could be one.
hold out my hand, and Noah clasps my palm tight. “I’m not going easy on you,” I tell him. He puckers his lips, blowing me a kiss. “Love you, too, Colt, baby.”
“‘Noah King of King Farrier Service formally announces his intent to win the…’” I cough roughly and try again. “‘…the hand of Colton Darling in loving matrimony. After all, everybody knows… Once you go King, you never go back.’”
“Colt,” the man starts, looking up at me as if I hung the damn moon in the sky. “I’ve lived in this town for over twenty years. I spent the majority of those hating your guts.”
“I spent a lot of time not knowing who you really are,” he says, letting out the softest of sighs. “And I’ve spent the last few years loving you more than I ever thought possible. They say there’s a fine line between love and hate. That passion of one kind is similar to that of the other. And considering how many times I’ve wanted to throttle you over the years, maybe there’s something to that.”
“But here’s the thing,” Noah says in stride, taking my hand and rolling it gently between his. “I didn’t like hating you one bit, Colton Darling. Loving you has been better in every single way. You asked me once…why you. And I’ve told you a hundred times over, but let me tell you again. I love your passion. Your fight. I love the way you care so deeply and how that’s extended to me and mine. I love how soft you are in the mornings and the way your kiss feels like coming home. I’ve loved every moment of finding out who you are. I love you because, well…because you’re you.”
“I’ll keep on loving you regardless, but it would be my absolute honor to share this life as your husband. If you’ll allow it, I’ll spend the rest of our time on this earth showing you precisely why I fell. You own me, Colt. There’s no other. No one else. Marry me?”
I let out a heavy breath as Noah pulls a ring from his pocket. It’s metal, that much is clear. But it’s not a smooth band like I would have expected. Instead, it’s designed ...
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“Fuck,” I mutter, brushing Noah’s hair back, my gaze running over his lips and eyes and his patient, hopeful expression. “King… You couldn’t have sprung for the extra ad words? I mean, Christ, that would have looked real nice in print.” His mouth curves into a smile, even as he shakes his head. “You shit.” “You love me for it,” I say, snatching up the ring. I slip it on my finger, the design a near-perfect match for the rope Noah wears on his skin. “You have me, King. This is just a formality.” “Oh my God,” Remi groans. “That was the worst yes in history.” “Is it a yes?” Noah checks, even
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And a truck door shuts nearby. Lawson, I’d wager, with his new spouse.
LET'S GO
For now, there’s my fiancé’s lips pressing again and again to mine. There’s his, “I love you, Colt,” like a promise whispered strong and true. There’s the way my heart skips and mellows, as it does any time he’s near. And there’s my own vow, my hand pressing Noah’s palm to the front of my throat. Reins, freely given to the one person I trust never to lead me astray. Noah fucking King. Soon, my husband. But always, forevermore, the man who toppled me brim over boot in love.
