Chapter 18
Chapter Eighteen
Barrett
If three women could maim me with one look, they would have done so right then and there.
And so, that’s how I get mixed up with a midnight rescue of a runaway bride from the Celestial Order of Covenant Kinship.
Whoever doesn’t fit in the cab of Curly’s truck piles in the bed with tools and landscaping equipment. Curly even goes so far as to slap on a decal to the side of his truck, with a fake logo and everything.
Goldie and I follow them in my truck since the compound is on the way to the cabin.
We act as spotters along the highway while the rest of the crew help this girl named Georgie sneak out of her mother’s house in the middle of the night.
“We’ve got it from here. You guys go home. It’s safer if we all split up,” Curly says when it’s all said and done.
Home.
Our home.
“That was…that was crazy,” I say as we pull up to the cabin.
“Exciting,” Goldie says.
“Yeah. Let’s never do that again,” I say.
Goldie turns to me. “But we have to meet them at the safe house in Bozeman tomorrow. Just to make sure that poor girl has everything she needs. She’s only 18. She only has the clothes on her back.”
I nod. “Okay. I just don’t like the idea of you getting mixed up in any more trouble.”
“I’ll be fine. If you’ll stay with me.”
Leaning in, I kiss her flat on the mouth, cupping the back of her head. Then I press my forehead against hers. “I’m never taking my eyes off you again.”
The doors and windows are locked.
The house is warm and safe.
I’m with my future wife, in the shower, washing away the bad memories of the day. Making new ones.
Her slick body is pressed against the tile as we reassure each other with our lips, hands, and limbs.
“I need you, Barrett.”
“You got me. Whenever you want me, Goldie.”
I swiftly hike one of her soft thighs up, helping her hook it just right around my middle. And then, the other.
“Barrett,” she gasps as I slide into her.
She grips my shoulders tight, holding on while I take her.
My Goldie is wet and snug, and built just for me. She looks like an ethereal mermaid backed up against the tile, the water slicking her long golden hair, her breasts flushed with arousal.
Gripping her fleshy ass, I move in her.
Her eyes roll back in her head, and she pushes her hips out. “More.”
“You want more? How about this? How about I love you, Goldie?”
She opens her eyes and her lips part.
I keep moving in her. Out then in, I don’t know how many times, until her throat bobs, and she says it back.
“I love you too, Barrett.”
I shake my head, ashamed of myself. “I should have said it before you took off. Before that sonofabitch grabbed you. What if you had…what if I never saw you again?”
I can’t tell if her eyes are welling up with tears or if it’s from the shower.
“Shut up. Don’t even think like that.”
Breathing deeply, I say the truth. “You’re here.”
“I’m here. I’ll always be here.”
“You’ll always be here to tell me stories.”
She smiles wickedly, clamping down hard with her tiny, demonically strong muscles. I see stars.
“Thanks for not kicking me out for trespassing, Barrett.”
“Thank you, Goldie. For turning everything upside down.”