The Gideon Affair

In his mind’s eye, he saw Paige in a white dress with flowers in her hair and the wind making her skirt sway. It was su

His eyes snapped open. It all made sense.

“I will marry you tomorrow, in the camper, at a service station while we stop for gas.”

She chuckled.

“I will marry you in Kensington Gardens with an orchestra playing and the wait staff in formal attire.”

“Humph.”

No? Okay. “I will marry you in the middle of Sunset Boulevard as the TMZ tour bus drives by.”

That got a husky laugh.

“Whenever you say ‘now,’ I’m there.”

She took his face and kissed him.

“Now.”

Oh. Really? His speech could go on much longer but hey, whatever. He had his answer.

“Are we rushing?” she asked.

“No. I think six years of flirting sticks a fork in that notion.”

What he said was fu

“Out with it,” he chided.

She huffed and wiggled and grumped and huffed some more. Whoa. What has her panties in a bunch?

“I don’t want to sleep away from you, but your parents …”

He wasn’t at all happy about the room assignments, either. “It’s just for a few days.” What the hell else could he say? Once they broke the seal on their relationship embargo, they’d been inseparable; they slept in the same bed, and it hadn’t mattered at whose house they happened to be.

“Tell you what.” Edward’s mind was working overtime. “Give me a chance to think about it and I’ll come up with a solution.”

“Promise?” There wasn’t a hint of teasing or jest in her question.

“Pinky swear. And just so you know, being in separate bedrooms doesn’t mean there won’t be any hanky-panky going on.”

She laughed and slid her hand under his t-shirt to stroke his stomach. “Oh, you mean like on the plane?”

“Yeah, the plane. And the shower room at that campground with the big fire pit. Or that time when we were leaving my lawyer’s office.”

She smacked his chest. “Shh. Oh my god, if someone hears you.”

“What?” His i

“I think I left some things in the camper. Wa

She said this while boldly squeezing his manhood. She didn’t need to ask him twice.

Paige rose with the dawn and staggered sleepily onto the wraparound porch that ran along one side of the house. Standing by the railing, she shivered in the chilly early morning air while drinking in the sight of the river behind the house and some mountains in the distance.

Beautiful didn't come close as a descriptive.

Today, Miriam and she were going into Casper for a shopping trip while dad and son were meeting with the Justice of the Peace to take care of some paperwork. Guess she was getting married in a couple of days.

Restless, she had a hard time getting to sleep last night, and now she was exhausted and wide-awake. The intense coupling they’d indulged in during their trip to the camper hadn’t been enough to wear her out. He’d done most of the work that time, taking her hard and fierce while he bent her over the small eating table. She was lucky not to have a concussion from the power of his thrusts. She’d nearly smacked her head several times.

Ahh. She couldn’t wait for them to be together all the time. The weeks they’d played house had been some of the happiest she’d ever known. Pacing the porch rather aimlessly, she’d walked along the railing once or twice before it dawned on her that there were three separate doors opening onto the wide second-floor deck.

Wait a minute. If that far door was hers, she’d bet the middle door was Marsh’s assigned sleeping quarters. That meant that door number three belonged to … Edward.

She didn’t remember walking; she might have flown for all she knew, making haste to the door and quietly trying the knob. Unlocked.

Pushing it open, she peeked first, saw Edward sprawled across a bed, and made a fast beeline for him. She quickly stripped, dropping her nightie on the floor, and then slid silently under the covers.

Seized by a lusty fever, she let nature have its way as impulses that felt primitive and without limits took her over. His scent filled her senses. With her mouth on his torso, she kissed his skin, licking with the flat of her tongue, taking pleasure in his taste. When he stirred and murmured softly, she didn’t stop.

Years of silently loving him coalesced inside Paige. This was what was real. What was right. They’d done it in reverse, filling the empty years with strong bonds of friendship. Having fate kick them in the ass with a ‘hurry up’ had come just in time.

Edward was the god’s honest, real deal. This promise they were making to each other, well … for a man like him, it was everything. As much as she loved him and all his man-quirks, he returned those feelings and boldly added something else. The man she was about to marry for all his sexiest man, Alpha, military vet macho bullshit was not embarrassed to admit that he needed her. Had been quite eloquent about seeing to it that she fully understood what that meant.

It wasn’t the sex, which was spectacular. He needed her embedded in his life. She was his future, and without her, he’d have none. It was all her.

What the heck did you say to such a declaration?

She’d made her way over his entire chest, pushing the covers away to uncover more flesh before aiming south. The blood was rushing through her body on a mad dash to fire up her pleasure centers as she caressed his sides, and her mouth sampled the hard, taut area around his waist. He was especially sensitive there.

He shifted. His body relaxed flat against the mattress, arms out, one leg cocked to the side. Paige drew back to look. Unf. He was simply the most beautiful man alive. They were good together. And he was hers.

Sca

The fact was she’d come to hate the damn tattoo. But now, everything’s changed and what freaked her out for so long was going to end up being part of what rescued their out-of-control nightmare from getting worse. In some twisted way, the bro moment with him and some buddies, wasted off their asses and trying to out-macho each other in a tattoo parlor, was the best fuck you of all time.