Page 84 of Axe-identally Married
Next to me, Willa stiffened. “Oh. Hey, Jonathan,” she said, her voice pinched.
I turned around quickly and found Jonathan Billings hovering close to my wife. My eye twitched, and I balled my hands into fists as words Willa had spoken about this man echoed in my head.
The guy was maybe five-ten, balding, and wearing a starched dress shirt to a bar on a Friday night. I wanted to grab him by the collar and throw his preppy ass out into the snow.
“Hi, Cole,” he said, his tone friendly.
My response was a glare. We’d grown up in the same small town, but I had probably said five words to the guy in my whole life.
I tipped my chin. “Do you know my wife?” I asked, putting heavy emphasis on the word. “Dr. Willa Savard?”
“Of course.” His smile spread.
I wanted to punch it off his face. This man had been her first kiss. And that alone made me want to beat him.
Instead, I pulled Willa close, spreading my hand over the swell of her ass and bending down to kiss her cheek.
Jonathan looked between us awkwardly.
Willa said nothing, just stared at him, her cheeks pink and her green eyes wide.
So I took that as my cue to step up.
“Yup. Not sure if you heard. Convinced her to marry me in Vegas. I’ve been obsessed with her forever, but for years, I was sure she’d never give me a chance.” I gave her ass another healthy squeeze, the move causing her eyes to widen. “So I had to lock it down quick, you know. Before she realized she could do better.”
“C-congrats,” he sputtered, scratching at the back of his neck.
I bent down and captured her mouth in a kiss that was far too intense for the bar, and when I pulled back, I grinned, hoping I looked a little feral. “Thanks, man. Fuck, I’m a lucky guy.” I turned and stared at Willa, feasting on her with my eyes in a way so blatant that anyone in a one-mile radius could see exactly what I wanted to do to her.
“Anyway, good to see you. I think I gotta get my wife home.” I licked my lips and threw some cash on the bar. As I turnedand said “we’re newlyweds,” I punctuated the declaration with a lascivious wink, making sure there was no doubt he understood that I was going home to fuck my goddess wife senseless.
Joke was on me, since that was not gonna happen, but I sure as fuck wanted boring-ass Jonathan and the entire town to know she was mine.
Breathing hard, I pulled her toward the door and snagged her coat from the antler hooks by the door.
She yanked her arm away as soon as we were outside.
“Cole,” she hissed, her face pink with embarrassment. “You didn’t have to do that.”
I pulled her green hat over her head for her and gave her cheek a pat. “Oh, wifey, I sure did.”
“You verbally peed on my leg,” she huffed. “Marking your territory for Jonathan and the whole town.”
Arm crooked, I offered it to her as we walked through the icy parking lot toward my car. “Yup. And I need to do it more often. I think bragging about my hot wife may be my favorite hobby. It’s up there even higher than knitting or watchingJeopardy.”
I gave her ass a firm smack for fun. Shit, I was already getting hard.
“Jesus, Cole. We’re in public.”
I pulled her close, leaning over so that my lips ghosted over her earlobe. “That ass is legally mine, wifey. The least you can do is let me give it a little smack once in a while.”
Her breath hitched. Oh yeah, I wasn’t the only one feeling the heat.
“Did you like it?” I asked. “When I manhandled you, claimed you, and made sure Jonathan and his pleated khakis knew you were mine?” My heart was pounding and my cock was hard as stone.
Pulling up short, she peered up at me, her eyes wide and her teeth sunken into her bottom lip.
“I fucking loved it,” she said softly. And with that, she shuffled to the SUV, climbed in, and slammed the passenger door shut.
