“I want us to be a family and share our name,” I said.
“Then you can be Alexander Sanders.”
“Not a chance.”
“Why not?”
“Because Boulder is more than my last name, it’s what people call me.”
“Well I’m not Christina Boulder, I’m Christina Sanders.”
“Will you at least think about it?” I asked her with a pleading look.
“Yes,” she gave in. “I’ll think about it.”
“Good, that’s a start – and you know I always get my way.”
“That’s not true.” She playfully hit my chest.
“See, I’ve completely corrupted you. You used to be a pacifist, now you’re hitting your husband.”
“I would never…”
“Of course you would, you just did. But you forget one thing,wife,” I teased her with mischief welling up inside me.
“And what’s that?”
“I’m not like your Momsiboys from home. I’m an Nman and we don’t let our wives control us or dominate us. We like to be in charge.”
“Oh, yeah?” she said challengingly. “I don’t think so!”
I leaned into her and whispered in her ear. “Here’s what’s going to happen: I’m gonna take you home and you’re gonna spend the entire day naked, and every time I want to fuck you, I will. All you have to do is say ‘yes.’”
“Ha!” she scoffed. “Not likely.”
I grinned as I picked her up in my arms and started walking. “Oh, it’s happening and I guarantee that you’re going to love it.”
She didn’t fight me, but held on to my neck as I walked. “You know, Boulder, I probably will love it, because I love everything about you.”
“Liar!” I grinned. “But it’s okay, I know I can be annoying as hell.”
“So can I,” she said and nuzzled her head against me. “Maybe that’s why we’re so good together.”
“Just tell me this…” I said and kept walking with her in my arms. “Tell me you can live with someone as crude and primitive as me.”
Warmth shined from her and I couldn’t decide if her blue eye or her hazel-green eye was more beautiful. “I can,” she said. “Because I know what it’s like to live without you, and I never want to do that again.”
I stopped and squeezed her into a tight hug. “Christina…”
“Uh-huh.”
“You’re the best thing that ever happened to me and I would fight a thousand men to be your champion.”
“You don’t have to fight anyone because I’m already yours,” she whispered into my ear. “And I’ll prove it to you by following orders and staying naked all day at your house.”
“Our house,” I corrected.
“Okay, our house, but only if you’re naked with me.”
