Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25331 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
I turn to face him, and Cole is not happy. If anything, he looks pissed. I wait for him to refuse to kiss me, but he surprises me when he pulls me into his arms. He leans down until our mouths are only inches apart. He pauses, and I search his eyes, trying to get a glimpse of what he’s thinking. He didn’t have to marry me. This was just an added option that he could have refused, but for some reason, he didn’t.
He looks as if he’s about to pull away, and I grab the lapels of his suit jacket. “Kiss me, Cole.”
He nods and slowly leans in to press his lips to mine. I loop my arms around his neck and hold on. His kiss is potent, and he pulls me against his body, letting me feel his hard body against my softer one. I don’t want to let him go. If I had my choice, I’d stay right here because it’s like all my fantasies are coming true.
Cole pulls away first, and we’re both breathless. He looks down at me, his eyes traveling down my body. He stares at my hard nipples poking against the sheer material of my white overalls. He grunts as he takes off his jacket and wraps it around me. I slide my arms inside it and am instantly comforted, surrounded by the heat and scent of his body.
He turns to the officiant. “Where do we sign?”
He’s holding out a marriage license, and both Cole and I sign it. It isn’t long before we’re both settled in his truck and headed back to Whiskey Run.
There’s a thousand questions in my head, but each time I think I get the nerve up to ask him one, I look at him, and his jaw is tight, and he’s frowning at the road in front of us.
I hold my hands in my lap and stare out the window at the scenery passing by. There’s peace in knowing that I’m going to be able to save my dad’s ranch but at what cost? This changes everything.
I have no idea what is going to happen now. But when Cole passes the driveway to his ranch and takes the one to mine, I know that even though he bought me and even married me, it looks as if I’m going to remain a virgin.
I sigh, unable to keep in my disappointment.
Cole
My truck rocks across the gravel driveway. All the way home to Whiskey Run, I’ve held on to the steering wheel with a death grip. It was either that or reach for Sassy.
I’ve been hard and pissed off the whole time, and it’s not a good situation to be in. I’ve never been the type of person to be out of control or impulsive, but obviously if it involves Sassy, I’ll do just about anything. Even get married.
She’s been silent the whole way, but her soft voice fills the cab of the truck as we arrive at her house. “You’re mad at me.”
I ignore her. I don’t trust myself to say the right things, so maybe it’s better if I say nothing at all.
The lights are off at her barn and her house. I’m sure her father’s already in bed, so I turn off my lights as I park.
She starts to get out, and I tell her to stay.
Thinking she’ll listen, I get out of my side of the truck and walk around to find her shutting her door.
“I thought I told you to-“
“Stay? You did. But I’m not a dog. I don’t know why you’re mad at me. I didn’t ask you to come and bid on me.... to marry me.”
I take a step toward her. She still has my jacket on, but it does nothing to hide her heaving breasts from the little tirade she just had.
“Did you really think I’d just leave you there?”
She sort of deflates right in front of me. She puts her head in her hand, and I watch as she seems to gather her thoughts. She looks up at me. “Cole, listen, if I could go back, I would have just taken the money you offered me. Instead you’re out six million dollars, and you’re married to someone you don’t want to be married to. I know I messed up, but I’m going to pay you back. Somehow, some way, I’m going to pay you back every last penny. I just can’t stand you being mad at me.”
I pull her out from the front of the truck door and open it before setting her up in the seat. She’s turned to the side, her feet on the step and her knees out. I fit my body between her legs and lift her chin to look at me. “I don’t care about the money, Sassy. I care about you. I’d pay that over and over to make sure you’re okay.”