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Her eyes snap up to mine. And fuck, she’s pretty. Even with the scraped-up knee and dirty skirt, she looks ready for a tea party in the forest. A dirty tea party. One where she sits on my lap and I bury my face in her tits.
I don’t really have friends. But I think he might’ve been one of them. And now he’s gone.
“I didn’t say anything.” “No, but you want to.” He goads me. “Holding back doesn’t seem like your style, Starlight.” I narrow my eyes at him. I don’t know what starlight means, but I’m sure it’s some sort of insult.
He gives the paper a little shake. “You gonna take it?” “You gonna admit your butthole looks like an asshole?”
I release my hold of her hair, then use both hands to pull all her hair back. It takes a couple tries, but once I have a hold of it, I grip it with one hand at the back of her head like a ponytail. I pull my baseball hat off and pass her hair through the hole in the back, then tug the bill down to secure it onto her head.
Turning back, I catch Tilda’s eyes on me before she turns her head forward. Look all you want, Fairy Girl.
I almost growl at the thought of another man crawling all over her truck. Holding her hair back. Getting this close. But then Tilda stops my spiraling thoughts because she reaches her hands up… and this time, she touches me.
Keeping his arm up, now with a finger pointed toward the hardware store, Ethan uses his other hand to slap Fisher’s down. “Ethan!” I gasp while attempting to hide my amusement at his rudeness. When I try to step around him, he hooks his arm back around my side. “Tilda, this is Fisher. Fisher, this woman is none of your business.”
Okay, she might not be my girl. But she’s more mine than theirs. Solidified by the fact that she’s wearing my fucking hat.
Ethan’s hand darts up, and he grips the front of my baseball hat. His hat. My mouth opens, ready to protest if he tries to take it. But he doesn’t. He uses his hold to spin the hat around, twisting the front to the back. And without letting go, he tugs the bill down, tilting my face up. Then, with my lips still parted, Ethan kisses me. His mouth slams against mine.
She kisses me back. Tilda, my Mountain Fairy, arches up into me. My Starlight presses her lips against mine. My fucking Firecracker drags her tongue against mine.
“You act like a bad guy, but I don’t think that’s what you are.” Ethan shifts closer, and I feel his muscles move beneath the soft flannel he’s wearing. “No? Then what am I?” I watch him watching me. “I think you’re a good boy.” His lids lower. His body goes tense against mine. And then the hand on my chin shifts so he’s palming my cheek. “Say that again.” He moves even closer, until our bodies are flush. “Call me that again.” “Ethan?” I slide my hands up his stomach, over his pecs, to his shoulders. “Are you my Good Boy?”
He ruts over me like a wild animal. And I keep coming. My core keeps pulsing. My hands keep holding on to him. And then he starts to tremble. Like he’s trying to hold back. Like he’s about to come. My eyes slide open, and I find his closed. He is. This stunning man. This masculine creature. This grumpy ranger is about to come just from humping against me.
I slide my fingers back into his hair and grip the strands roughly. He groans. And I smile. “That’s my Good Boy.” His eyes snap open. I press my hips up into his thrust. “Do it, Ethan. Be a Good Boy and come for me.” “Fuck.” Ethan drops his face into the crook of my neck. His hips thrust once. Twice. And then he’s rocking against me. Groaning into my ear. Coming in his pants.
“You want to know why I call you Firecracker?” Swallowing down my panic, I look from the runway to Ethan’s profile. “Because I’m fun?” He looks at me. “Because you’re a threat to the natural order.”
I glare at the roses. The reddish-orange color isn’t bad, but it’s not right. Tilda should have pretty purple flowers for her wedding.
“Wife. Repeat what I told you.” Ethan’s voice is louder this time, pulling my attention to his profile. I look at his jawline.
“You’re going to land us smoothly.” Ethan turns his head toward me. “I’ll never let anything happen to you, Starlight.” I bite my lip. “Tell me.” “You’ll never let anything happen to me.” “Never.”
Ethan just spent hours talking to me about nothing because I asked him to. He married me because I asked him to. He scared off a mountain lion… I look at his chiseled profile. “Do you have a girlfriend?” Ethan slowly turns his head to face me. “No. I have a wife.” Oh. Wow.
“Be a Good Boy and take the rest of your clothes off. Show me what’s mine.”
“You’re my wife, Matilda. And you’re going to let me treat you like my wife.” Every damn word he says… “And do husbands like to go down on their wives?” I twist my fingers in my dress. Slowly, so I can watch him do it, Ethan lowers his gaze down my body.
“God dammit.” He reaches down with his other hand and drags a finger down the length of my slit. I can feel the wetness as it coats his finger. My eyelids flutter. “Please.” He groans as he does it again.
He sets them in place. “You’re on that side.” I step out of Ethan’s big shoes and walk around to the far side of the bed. “I thought you hadn’t brought women here before.” “I haven’t.” The bed creaks as I climb into it. “But I’ll always sleep between you and the door.” The lantern turns off. The room goes dark. And my breath catches in my throat. I’ll always sleep between you and the door.
“She’s my daughter.” She says it like it’s some sort of ownership. I lean into her space. “She’s my wife.”
“Have I been good, Tilda?” I ask brokenly as I continue to pump into her. “Yes.” Her voice cracks on a moan. “You’ve been such a Good fucking Boy.” My balls tighten. Hearing Tilda say fuck while she calls me a Good Boy… “Say that again. Reach down and touch my dick while you say that again.”
So, if you find your starlight, you’ll always know which way is home.”
Except the plane is different. It’s similar. Same size. Possibly the same type. But the paint is different. It’s… purple. I press my lips together. Ethan’s plane is purple.
Ethan bought a purple plane. I force in a breath. He bought a new purple plane.
“I need a few more weeks.” The plane picks up speed. “Then I’ll show you.” The plane vibrates. “Show me what?” Tilda whispers. “How much I love you too,” I whisper back.
“You’re my joy.” He places his other hand on top of the first. “You’re my Starlight.”
“You’re my North Star. My way home. My destination.” Letting his hands slip from mine, Ethan lowers. To one knee. “You’re the light that guides me. And I don’t ever want to lose you.” He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a small velvet box. “Tell me you believe me, Starlight. Tell me you still love me.”
“Tell me I haven’t broken everything.” His voice is quiet. A plea. I lift my gaze from the ring and meet his. And I tell him the truth. “You haven’t broken everything.” I hold my left hand out. “I still love you.” Ethan’s hand trembles as he slides the ring onto my finger.
“I believe you, Husband.”
“Say it again.” My demand is raw. Tilda smiles through her tears. And it’s nothing like the day we met. Her smile is real. Her hope. Her happiness. Her love. It’s all fucking real. “Husband.”
I whisper it to him. Over and over. Needing him to know. Needing him to believe me. And when he wraps his arms under me. When he holds me as close as he can. When his words hitch as he repeats the words back to me. When Ethan tells me he loves me. I know he believes me.
“What do you…” My words falter at the determined look on Tilda’s face. She’s standing at the end of the bed. “I’m the lion tamer tonight.”
“And you’re the lion.” “Fuck yes.” I nod, my dick already throbbing. Slowly, Tilda lifts her hand from behind her back. She’s holding something leather. “I’ll be whatever you want, Wife,” I promise. “Good.” Tilda releases one end of what she’s holding, and it unfurls. Into a collar. For me. “Fuck,” I groan.
“One more thing.” I stare up into her beautiful eyes. “Anything.” Her mouth pulls up into a smirk. “I stopped my birth control.” My mouth falls open. She leans in closer. “So be a Good Boy and put a baby in me.”
