make babies tonight." He's inches from me, and I can't help but inhale his intoxicating scent.
"So it won't be official?" I don't resist the urge to place my hand on his chest, and flannel is soft under my fingers.
He takes it and places it over his heart. "Not yet, but for me it will be the same thing. You're my mate, and I would rather die than be without you."
I nod, because I think I feel the same way. I step back and grasp both of his hands. "Okay, let's get married."
Brady smiles down at me. "I, Brady Le Roux, take Carly Cutler to be my wife. I promise to cherish, love, and protect her to death do us part."
The heat of his hands travels to my heart. "I, Carly Cutler, take Brady Le Roux to be my husband. I promise to cherish, love, and protect him till death do us part."
Brady's eyebrows rise at the protect part, and I say, "Hey, you said it yourself, I come from warriors." I smile.
He chuckles. "Can I kiss the bride?"
"That's my favorite part." I reach up for him, and he lifts me by my thighs, so I wrap my legs around his waist. His kiss sears me all the way to my toes, and I melt against him.
"You'd better get me upstairs because I'm about to tear your clothes off, and you might just see my warrior side."
Brady chuckles. "I think I might like that." He scoops me up and walks to the deck in the back. Carrying me through the back door he says, "I figure the back door threshold works for an informal wedding. Welcome, Mrs. Le Roux."
Mrs. Le Roux? As we cross into the house, tiny hairs stand up all along my body as if the gods are smiling down on me. This is what I was born to do. " I like the sound of that, Mr. Le Roux."
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Chapter 8
C arly
A low growl comes from Brady as he nuzzles my neck. He practically jogs up the stairs to his bedroom with me. We enter a large room with burgundy carpet that is plush under my feet when he sets me down. The bed is the largest I've ever seen, and I think it’s custom. The dark wood of the headboard is carved in a design similar to the wrought-iron fence, and my fingers are tempted to trace it.
But the thought leaves my mind the moment Brady's shirt falls to the floor with a soft thud. I turn my attention to his muscular chest and place my hands on it. I move them slowly down to his waist while he watches me. Raising my eyes up to look into his, I grasp the cold metal buckle of his belt and undo it. He moans and his stomach flexes as I slide a finger behind his button to undo his jeans.
I drop to my knees to pull his pants and underwear down. The hair on his thighs doesn't disguise the definition of his muscles, and once he steps out of the pants, I trace my finger along the deep lines. "You have the sexiest body I've ever seen." I scrape a fingernail up his inner thigh and cup his balls in my hand.
His musk surrounds me as I lean in to taste his hardened length. It's quite large but proportional to the rest of him, and when the salty flavor hits my tongue, I want to find a way to take as much as I can in my mouth.
Brady's fingers thread through my hair as he pumps in unison with my sucking and licking. The animalistic noises that escape him cause me to tremble with desire. He pushes me away and takes a shaky breath.
"My God, you're good at that."
I stand, and his nimble fingers pull my shirt up over my head. He licks his lips when he looks at my large breasts, and his hands reach around to unhook my bra. Cupping them, he groans and leans down to take one in his mouth. He suckles my nipple but doesn't linger. He lowers himself to his knees, and his mouth kisses its way down to my belly.
The thought I should suck in my stomach fleets through my mind, but I know he finds me sexy just the way I am, and I swat it away like a bug. I let myself revel in the sensation of his mouth on me, and my stomach twitches when he reaches under my waistband to unfasten my pants.
I step out of them as Brady stands and backs me up to his bed. "Sit on the edge."
The forest green
"So it won't be official?" I don't resist the urge to place my hand on his chest, and flannel is soft under my fingers.
He takes it and places it over his heart. "Not yet, but for me it will be the same thing. You're my mate, and I would rather die than be without you."
I nod, because I think I feel the same way. I step back and grasp both of his hands. "Okay, let's get married."
Brady smiles down at me. "I, Brady Le Roux, take Carly Cutler to be my wife. I promise to cherish, love, and protect her to death do us part."
The heat of his hands travels to my heart. "I, Carly Cutler, take Brady Le Roux to be my husband. I promise to cherish, love, and protect him till death do us part."
Brady's eyebrows rise at the protect part, and I say, "Hey, you said it yourself, I come from warriors." I smile.
He chuckles. "Can I kiss the bride?"
"That's my favorite part." I reach up for him, and he lifts me by my thighs, so I wrap my legs around his waist. His kiss sears me all the way to my toes, and I melt against him.
"You'd better get me upstairs because I'm about to tear your clothes off, and you might just see my warrior side."
Brady chuckles. "I think I might like that." He scoops me up and walks to the deck in the back. Carrying me through the back door he says, "I figure the back door threshold works for an informal wedding. Welcome, Mrs. Le Roux."
Mrs. Le Roux? As we cross into the house, tiny hairs stand up all along my body as if the gods are smiling down on me. This is what I was born to do. " I like the sound of that, Mr. Le Roux."
21
Chapter 8
C arly
A low growl comes from Brady as he nuzzles my neck. He practically jogs up the stairs to his bedroom with me. We enter a large room with burgundy carpet that is plush under my feet when he sets me down. The bed is the largest I've ever seen, and I think it’s custom. The dark wood of the headboard is carved in a design similar to the wrought-iron fence, and my fingers are tempted to trace it.
But the thought leaves my mind the moment Brady's shirt falls to the floor with a soft thud. I turn my attention to his muscular chest and place my hands on it. I move them slowly down to his waist while he watches me. Raising my eyes up to look into his, I grasp the cold metal buckle of his belt and undo it. He moans and his stomach flexes as I slide a finger behind his button to undo his jeans.
I drop to my knees to pull his pants and underwear down. The hair on his thighs doesn't disguise the definition of his muscles, and once he steps out of the pants, I trace my finger along the deep lines. "You have the sexiest body I've ever seen." I scrape a fingernail up his inner thigh and cup his balls in my hand.
His musk surrounds me as I lean in to taste his hardened length. It's quite large but proportional to the rest of him, and when the salty flavor hits my tongue, I want to find a way to take as much as I can in my mouth.
Brady's fingers thread through my hair as he pumps in unison with my sucking and licking. The animalistic noises that escape him cause me to tremble with desire. He pushes me away and takes a shaky breath.
"My God, you're good at that."
I stand, and his nimble fingers pull my shirt up over my head. He licks his lips when he looks at my large breasts, and his hands reach around to unhook my bra. Cupping them, he groans and leans down to take one in his mouth. He suckles my nipple but doesn't linger. He lowers himself to his knees, and his mouth kisses its way down to my belly.
The thought I should suck in my stomach fleets through my mind, but I know he finds me sexy just the way I am, and I swat it away like a bug. I let myself revel in the sensation of his mouth on me, and my stomach twitches when he reaches under my waistband to unfasten my pants.
I step out of them as Brady stands and backs me up to his bed. "Sit on the edge."
The forest green
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