Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 78799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78799 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
Berkley looks as if I’ve slapped her just before her eyes dart between my wife and me. Then her face pales as she steps forward.
“Collins isn’t married.”
CHAPTER SEVEN
COLLINS
“I am.” I hold up my hand to show her my giant ring. There’s no way I could forget the thing is there because it’s unmissable.
Berkley stares down at it and her mouth falls open. I have a strong urge to defend my marriage, but the idea of it not being real makes my heart ache.
“You’re not married,” my sister snips again, glaring at the ring. Berkley looks so much like me except for her darker hair and bright violet eyes. I think she might be a few inches shorter but our faces are almost the same.
“Maybe we should let them get dressed, doll.” Vaughn puts his hand over my sister’s eyes and then his other around her waist. He picks her up so her feet dangle off the ground a few feet and she begins to wiggle in his arms. “You don’t need to see my brother naked.”
Kade’s got on underwear so he’s not totally naked. I’m not wearing anything but I’m under a sheet.
“Will you stop kidnapping me!” my sister shouts at Vaughn as she tries to wiggle free of his hold.
To be honest, she isn’t putting up much of a fight. I want to tell him to let her go, but it’s a little funny. If it was X carrying her out of here I might be worried, but Vaughn isn’t going to hurt her.
“We’ll meet you in the main house,” Vaughn calls over his shoulder as he takes my sister with him.
“Put me down, you brute!” Berkley yells.
Kade walks over and shuts our bedroom door when they’re gone. It’s then I notice he’s still in his boxer briefs and his cock is just as hard as when I’d been sucking on him. No wonder Vaughn covered her eyes. I love my sister but I don’t want anyone but me seeing Kade like this. He moves back toward the bed and I notice a wet spot on the front of his underwear and I wonder if he came too.
“I’m going to smack you!” I hear my sister shout from the other side of the door.
It’s easy to forget about everything else when I’m near Kade. Maybe that’s the reason my memories aren't coming back—because I live in each moment with him.
“I can’t believe my sister is here.” Kade nods, looking solemn about it. I reach up and rub the worry line that has formed between his eyebrows and my wedding ring catches the light. “I’m your wife,” I tell him, knowing somewhere inside of me he needs to hear it.
He grabs my hand and kisses my palm before sliding his finger back and forth over my ring, still not saying anything. I want to comfort him but I want to see my sister too. I hate how worried he looks over this. I try and reassure him again but he moves and pushes me back down onto the bed. His body comes down over mine as he kisses me deeply. I can taste myself on his lips as he makes love to my mouth with his. The kiss is both possessive and sweet.
“You are my wife,” he grits out, and I don’t know if he’s reminding me or himself. Something flashes in his eyes I’ve never seen before and my heart flutters in my chest. I nod in agreement as a warning rings in his voice. “I won’t let anyone take you from me.”
“Kade.” I lift my arms to wrap around his neck. “I’m not going anywhere. I know I don’t remember us, but I know I want this.” I lean up and brush my mouth against his. “I love you.”
I feel some of the tension leave his body at my words and he lets out a long sigh.
“Let’s get you dressed.” He touches his forehead to mine and closes his eyes for a moment. I know he’s trying to calm himself and I let him. Then a second later he’s lifting me from the bed and putting me on my feet.
“We’re going to finish what we started,” I say as I glance down at his hard cock trying to escape his boxer briefs. I’m serious, but I’m also trying to lighten the moment.
“We’ll get there.” He kisses me again before walking into the closet.
“Maybe we should get married again,” I suggest. I walk to my side of the closet and find a sundress. I pull it off the hanger and see it still has the tags on it.
“I’ll marry you every day if you want,” he says easily.
I turn to look at him and watch as he pulls on a pair of shorts. “I want to remember our wedding.” Again, something flashes across his face but it’s so fast I’m not even sure if it was there to begin with.