CHRISTINA

Locke carried me over the threshold and I couldn’t help but laugh.

“Gotta do it right,” he said. “It’s only happening once.”

It wasn’t the entry to the big house, but to his little cabin.

I didn’t know the details of the whole inheritance thing and I didn’t really care. I didn’t marry Locke for the ranch or any money he might’ve just inherited.

“You’re gonna need to call in, baby girl. No way I’m letting you leave this cabin for at least a week.”

“Aren’t we supposed to honeymoon on a cruise or something?”

His brow went up. “You want to go on a cruise?”

The look on his face was priceless. A cruise was the last place I could imagine Locke ever having fun. In fact, if I did get him on one of those huge boats, I doubted we’d ever leave the room.

It was much more convenient just to remain locked in here instead.

“No. Not at all. I think a honeymoon right here is perfect.”

He went into his bedroom–our bedroom–and laid me on the bed.

“Right here is perfect,” he clarified.

I reached up, curved my hand around the back of his neck. “Join me.”

“I’m gonna get you bare. All you have to decide is mouth, fingers or dick.”

I felt every inch of my body heat.

“How about all of the above, husband?”

He growled. “Say that again, wife.”

I smiled. “Husband.”

He pounced. Kissed the hell out of me. “Mouth to start, Mrs. Pritchett. Then fingers. Then dick.”

I reached up, stroked his face with my fingers. “I like that plan. I like you. I love you.”

He kissed my forehead. “I love you, too. Fuck, I’ve got everything I want right here.”

He was right. I had everything I ever wanted in my arms.