Page 2 of His Bride

Max is staring off into the distance, and when I stop beside him, he clears his throat. “We’ve come a long way since then,haven’twe?”

“Damnstraight.”

“I should thank you for the asskicking.”

“It’s been twenty years, why start now?” But I grin at him, because we’ve both had each other’s backs. And now we’ve each found someone to love—something that took us both bysurprise.

“Today feels like a good day to be sentimental. Tomorrow we can return to being ruthless alphamales.”

I snort. “Who’s to say sentiment and dominance can’t go handinhand?”

Max laughs. “Damn straight. I’m planning to be super sentimental with Violettonight.”

Which reminds me of something else that’s been on my mind. I glance around, but the police officers are giving us quite a wide berth, and are engaged in their ownconversation.

On the side of a mountain is as good a place as any to ask potentially sensitive questions of one’s bestfriend.

“Listen…You andViolet…”

Max grins atme. “Yeah?”

“Her being pregnant hasn’t changed anything,hasit?”

“It’s changed a lot,” he says with a chuckle. “But nothing significant in the bedroom, if that’s what you’reasking.”

“Yeah.”

“IsEllie…?”

“Not yet.” But we’ve started trying, which is too much information for Max. We share a lot, but that I’m actively trying to knock up my fiancé isprivate.

“A pregnant ass can take just as much punishment as any other,” he says, proving that any reticence about over-sharing is completely one-sided.

“Goodtoknow.”

“There are some positions that arebetter—”

I hold up my hand. “Let’s pretend Ididn’task.”

He howls and claps his hands. “Too late. But fine. You need any other advice?” He wiggles hiseyebrows.

“No.”

“Got anything fun planned for your week at thecabin?”

“Yep.”

“Come on,spill.”

I look across the suspension bridge. “Looks like guests have started toarrive.”

“I bought you guys sexsupplies.”

When I first fell for Ellie, head over heels, and couldn’t ask anyone else to buy me condoms. Max had bought condoms, lube, and bondage tape. “Iremember.”

“You didn’t ask me to pick up anything for yourhoneymoon.”

I laugh out loud. “I had a lot more time to plan for this. I can’t have you being my kink dealer for the rest ofmylife.”

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