Total pages in book: 64
Estimated words: 62696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 62696 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 313(@200wpm)___ 251(@250wpm)___ 209(@300wpm)
Clint wanted to marry me.
"My final answer is no. You are not marrying our little girl."
Clint groaned and held his head. He tried to get up but Jackson shoved him back down again.
"I was just asking to be polite. I love her. And she's mine. Not yours."
Jackson staggered to his feet, blood leaking out of the side of his lip. He gave me a ferocious look but I wasn't scare of him. Never had been, never would be. He was all bluster anyway.
"Did this guy touch you, Phee?"
I laughed, feeling giddy. They all frowned at me like I'd lost my mind. I may have just been thrown off a horse, but all I could think of were wedding bells and white dresses.
Clint wanted to marry me.
Daniel stepped closer and peered at me, his blue eyes full of concern.
"I think we need some x-rays. You mighta hit your head harder than we thought."
"I'm fine! I'm happy you big lug!"
Clint was shaking his head. He stood up this time, slapping Jackson away when he tried to stop him.
"Daniel's right. We can't trust the medic. We need an MRI. Specialists. Lots of tests. We should get an ambulance over here right now. Or is it faster to drive?"
He scooped me into his arms like I was a ragdoll.
"Put me down, Clint."
I wiggled in his arms. He squeezed me, not letting go.
"No can do, babygirl."
Daniel was already talking to the event coordinators and the doctor, trying to figure out where the closest medical facility was.
Clint started walking towards the car but Jackson stood in his path.
"Hand her over. McRae."
"Hell no!"
"We're family. You're just some dirty old man."
I rolled my eyes. This was getting to be ridiculous. They were practically the same age! Jackson was twenty-seven and Clint was thirty-two.
"If you don't get out of the way, I'm going to have to kick your ass."
Jackson sneered.
"I'd like to see you try!"
Clint stood there, not backing down. And not handing me over either. He squeezed me reassuringly and smiled.
"You can go to hell, Jackson Delancey. I'm keeping her."
Epilogue
Pheonyx
I lay on the sofa, smiling as Clint walked in the room. He held a tray of food and herbal tea for me. I tried not to laugh as he placed it on the coffee table in front of me.
"What is so funny young lady?"
He frowned at me and I shook my head, giggling.
I wasn't laughing because he brought me food.
I was laughing because of what he was wearing. Or rather, what he wasn't wearing.
He'd found one of my frilly aprons and put in on. And nothing else. He turned around, and his bare ass prominently displayed. He had a fantastic ass.
I wanted to pinch it. Or bite it.
Or smack it.
He liked to smack mine often enough!
But he was too fast, walking back to the kitchen on those long, thick legs. If I tilted my head to the side, I could almost catch a glimpse of his package.
I lay back, sighing. Clint was not going to make love to me today, I could tell. He'd promised me all kinds of things each day to get me to stay in bed. But he wouldn't give me what I wanted.
Him.
He'd taken care of my womanly needs a couple times a day. Made me come with his fingers and lips. But he wouldn't let me touch him.
That's why this display of his manly assets was so frustrating. He had such nice legs. Arms too. Shoulders. But that butt… it was a work of art.
Round and high and strong and juicy.
He came back in and sat down with his own cup of coffee. He wouldn't let me have any caffeine or any sex. The doctor had said to lay off caffeine but the sex was just him being mean.
He sat in an easy chair, way out of reach.
"You're still wearing your apron I see."
He fluffed his hair, preening.
"Of course I am, silly. How else am I supposed to stay neat and tidy?"
I giggled at his girly impersonation. But it wasn't long until I started to pout.
"You're an awful tease, Clint McRae. You know that?"
He smiled.
"Eat your oatmeal and maybe you'll get a reward."
Hmmm… that sounded nice. A reward might mean fooling around a little. At this point I would take what I could get. I ate my food and took the vitamin he had insisted I take. I shook my head, amazed at what a mother hen he'd become.
My man.
Or my… boyfriend. I still wasn't sure what to call him. Oh, we were getting married, I had no doubt about that. But my cousins had told him he had to wait a whole year. And at least six months to propose.
They said I was too young to know my own mind.
Clint had agreed to their bargain, despite my protests. I wanted the white picket fence and I wanted it now.