Page 56 of Wrecked
"And," she continued. "I want to stay here in Willow Creek, make memories and hopefully, babies with you." Her eyes glistened, and I had to bite back my own emotions.
I had no words; all I could do was snag her arm and pull her to me. Pressing my mouth to hers, I kissed her as if it was our first and last kiss all rolled into one. What started out as tender quickly morphed into us hungrily eating at each other.
When I flipped her onto her back, she let out a little squeal followed by a giggle. "Again? Haven't you had enough?"
I descended on her and kissed her with more vigor and urgency. Pressing my lips to every silky inch of skin. "Sweetheart," I said between kisses. "I could never get enough of you." With my body, I made a promise to cherish and keep her safe for as long as she'd let me.
When we were both thoroughly loved up, I told Kenzie about the dog I'd picked up yesterday. Her whole face lit up, and she jumped out of bed demanding we go see how she was doing.
Driving into town with Kenzie snuggled up against me filled me with so much happiness. And to think this was merely the beginning. I pulled up at the clinic. Reaching out, I curled my fingers around her wrist to keep her from climbing out.
"Marry me?" The thought had barely formed before I was uttering the words. But it felt so right as if the past twelve years were leading up to this. Maybe I should have waited until I could've done something spectacularly romantic?
However, the smile on Kenzie's face told me a scene wasn't necessary. "It's a given," she gave me a little shrug. "Can we go see the dog now?"
I threw my head back and laughed. Man, life with this woman was going to be epic.
Epilogue
"You nervous?"
At Logan's question, my gaze shifted from the hall down which Kenzie had disappeared, back to him. My smile was genuine when I said, "Not even a little. Is that normal?"
My friend pulled up his shoulders, "I dunno, man. You're kinda beating me to the punch here."
"Yeah, I know," a laugh rumbled through my chest. I pulled my shoulders to my ears and held my palms up. "Sorry?" Yeah, I wasn't sorry one bit. When Kenzie agreed to be my wife a little over two weeks ago, I'd known making her Mrs. Carter would happen sooner rather than later.
Flynn sprinted through the living room with Dozer and Blue in tow. Once Kenzie had laid eyes on her at Chase's clinic, she'd agreed that the name I'd chosen was fitting. Luckily Blue didn't have any major damage to her leg, and, we were able to take her home a couple of days later.
I still had to pinch myself daily; it was hard to believe how drastically my life had changed in less than a month. But wasn't that how love worked? It knew no boundaries, had no regard for time. It just was.
Little Flynn's squeal of delight reached my ears, immediately I wondered how long it would be until Kenzie and I started expanding our family. I wanted little girls as gorgeous and feisty as their momma.
"You still with me, man?" Logan's snapping fingers broke through my thoughts. "Or are you already planning the wedding night?"
I laughed again—I'd done a lot of that lately—and waggled my brows, "Maybe."
He shook his head, but the smile on his lips told me my friend was pretty damn happy for me. "How goes the property search?"
Kenzie itched to do something work wise, and one day when Harper complained about needing to drive to another town just to look at wedding dresses, Kenzie got the idea to open up a bridal boutique in Willow Creek. My girl certainly had amazing business skills and seeing her use those skills was a massive turn-on.
"Yeah," I answered Logan's question and pulled my mind away from all the things about Kenzie that got my motor running. "She actually signed the lease last night."
My friend glanced at the hallway. "Well, hopefully, she opens her shop fast so my woman can get a damn dress."
As if she heard her name, Harper appeared along with Lizzy. Both of them looking mighty pleased with themselves. My pulse started ticking faster, "She ready?"
The women looked at each other, and their smiles just stretched wider. They moved as one, stepping in opposite directions to reveal what could only be described as an angel. My heart thumped faster and louder, and a ball of emotion lodged itself in my throat.
I raked my eyes greedily over the lacy white dress that ended just above Kenzie's knee and the brown leather boots on her feet. I swallowed hard as my gaze traveled back up and settled on her smiling face.
She slowly circled on the spot, and I caught a glint of something in her hair. Needing to be closer, I pushed off the couch and stalked over to her. Only when I was in front of my girl did I notice the tiny butterfly-shaped stones strategically placed in the curls tumbling over her shoulder.
I pressed my palm against my heart and let out a slow breath, "You look absolutely breathtaking."
Kenzie's smile widened and lit up my entire world, her eyes sparkled with pure happiness. She smoothed her palms over my white-button down. "So do you."
A big traditional wedding wasn't what either of us had wanted. Mrs. Jackson almost suffered a heart attack when I'd told her that Kenzie and I were planning on going down to the courthouse to let Judge McPherson marry us.
