Page 61 of It Happened Duo
“See. Fixed. Now, come here.” I lifted Chelsea into my arms and laid her back down on the bed. “I’m sorry we aren’t having the wedding at Holly Creek. But I’ll do everything I can to make our wedding in New York City special. I promise.”
I hovered over her, pulling up her slip, kissing along her skin, heading down to the apex of her thighs. “Now, let me make this up to you.”
She stopped me, holding out her finger. “Pinky-swear that we agree to get through this together, Rex.”
As juvenile as it was, I discovered some time ago that my sunshiny wife-to-be had these cute ways about her from time to time, which made her irresistible. I linked our pinkiestogether. “I know Mom can be a force, but don’t let her get under your skin. Just promise me you won’t give up on us over the next several months, sweetness.”
“I promise.”
And with that, I prayed this would be our only argument for the entire time we planned the wedding. Then again, I recalled Richard and his ex had plenty to fight about through the months leading up to their day. But surely Chelsea and I were different and could handle anything Miriam would throw at us.
33
MOMENTARY STATE OF BLISS
CHELSEA
I set asidemy plate of croissants and butter, and took up a cup of coffee in my hands. As I leaned back against the chaise lounge on the hut’s rooftop deck, taking in the magnificent view of nothing but the ocean on our last morning on Buchanan Island, one thing was clear. We were a long way from Holly Creek.
I still couldn’t reconcile my current life with the old. Was I really about to become a billionaire’s wife?
Rex relaxed on the chaise beside me with his fingers laced behind his head. With his dark Cartier sunglasses on, he was probably napping, and I took full advantage. My eyes trailed to his tanned chest and abs exposed from an unbuttoned linen shirt, and down to his golden, thick thighs beneath Bermuda shorts.
I bit my bottom lip hard.
How I ended up with such a dreamy man was beyond me. The likelihood of meeting and falling for a hot, grumpybillionaire like Rex when I first moved to New York City from my small town was probably slim to none. But here we were, in love and engaged—what a whirlwind.
As cliché as it sounded, from the moment I met him, something told me he was supposed to be in my life. After running into him time after time, I finally gave in, letting the attraction between us take over one steamy night on his yacht I’d never forget.
I knew there had to be more between us. Of course, he almost ruined us with his proposal for a marriage of convenience just so the little spoiled billionaire inside of him could get what he wanted.
My mother raised me better. I deserved more than that, so I turned him down flat. He learned quickly money couldn’t buy his happiness with me. Christmas Eve, when he landed on my doorstep very unexpectedly back in Holly Creek in the middle of a storm, he groveledrealgood and I took him back.
We’d been together every day since.
I should have said we needed to wait a year or two to get married after he proposed Valentine’s Day, just so we could linger in this state of bliss a little longer as boyfriend and girlfriend. But Rex wanted me as his wife immediately, and well, when he wanted something…he was a hard man to dissuade.
As long as we could survive this wedding planning, even if it’s far from the ideal wedding I’d always pictured, we’d be fine. Like Rex kept whispering in my ear as he made love to me this morning after our little spat over his mother and ostrich feathers:“I don’t care what it takes for us toplan this wedding, as long as you say I do and become mine for life. My wife.”
A thrill worked down by spine and straight between my thighs, thinking about his words and belonging to him. A movement in his shorts caught my eye, coming from his growing bulge of manhood, and I realized my teeth were nearly drawing blood from my bottom lip.
“Come here, you,” his growly voice jolted me out of my thoughts as he pulled me over on top of him. I laughed and didn’t resist, melting into his body, settling myself in between his legs. My skin warmed against his under the sunshine—and I yelped at his hand taking mine and pushing it between us to cover his thickness. I quirked a brow.
“What? You lay your eyes on me, biting your lip like that, and don’t expect me to respond?” His sheepish grin did me in. Sometimes, like a boy-man, he could be so damn cute.
“I thought you were napping.” A smile on my lips met with his and we lingered there in sweet kisses with the ocean waves crawling up the sand, sounding out our love ballad. With my entire heart and soul, I knew Rex was my person. The wedding planning or his mom had better not ruin this.
“And here I was sure you had sexy thoughts playing around in that beautiful head of yours.” His hands skimmed down my body, squeezing my ass, and his lips brushed down my neck. Very effective—he caused every nerve ending in my body to tingle.
“I do now.” I moaned. It didn’t matter we’d been pleasing each other’s bodies twice a day since arriving on the island. I wanted more.
“Forget meeting up with Maisy and Brooks. Let’s go back to our room one more time for a quickie,” he spoke against my skin, then groaned as footsteps approached, climbing the steps to the rooftop, halting our movements.
“Too late.” I hated to part from his warmth, from his musk, from his arms, but this dreamy getaway had to come to an end sometime. “Just promise me we’ll come back here sometime soon, Rex.”
“You like the hut, huh?”
“Yes. I love it here.”
