“I wouldn’t have you any other way.” I hear her suck in a breath when I glance down at my new ring and then realization hits me.
I glance over to the officiate and I don’t give a fuck if she says no; I’m kissing her this time because I know the important shit is over.
Vows are said.
Rings are on.
Rylee’s mine.
“Yes, Colton.” She laughs at me. “You may kiss your bride!”
“Thank Christ!” My body hums and all of the sudden my adrenaline hits me when I know we’re official. That I get these lips for the rest of my life. “This is one checkered flag I’m forever claiming.”
I kiss her. I pour all of the words I couldn’t say to tell her how I feel into it. Fuck the peck on the lips shit because this man’s going in for the kill. Gotta make sure she knows on the first kiss of our married life exactly how I feel.
My actions definitely speak louder than words.
“Friends and family, may I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Colton Donavan.”
The words hit my ears while my mouth is on hers and I know I’ve never felt more whole.
Rylee fucking Donavan.
That has one hell of a ring to it.
I kiss her again before I release her to hear that laugh I love falling from her lips.
My wife.
My life.
Thank fuck I can drive like the wind because happily ever after is waiting for us to drive into its sunset.
The End
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“Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?” And hell if the confidence isn’t sexy on him.
“Hm. You may have said no strings, but you most definitely didn’t say anything about rope.”
Damn. “You want to tie me up, then? I never thought you for that type, Becks.” I try to deflect him with my comment but hell if the comment doesn’t have me wanting him even more.
He laughs low and suggestive. “I might be; I might not be. What type I am doesn’t matter because what does is the fact that ropes or no ropes, I plan on making you weak, making you hoarse, leaving you breathless. Baby, I can dominate with the best of them. The question here is how bad do you want it?”
Desperately.
And the volley of power resumes. The dark promise of his words leaves me wanting to relinquish the upper hand because it’s no fun being at the top if there’s no one underneath you.
He leans in and uses his mouth to silence my thoughts. Our mouths meet in a soft whisper of a kiss before his tongue touches the seam of my lips asking for access. I deny him, fists clenched in restraint, libido protesting my resistance, but I know if I let him kiss me, let him own my every reaction like he so mindblowingly can, I’ll come undone here on the porch in a matter of seconds, my desire so tangible I feel like it’s rolling off of me in waves.
I think he’s going to be angry at my refusal. I can feel his fingers tense when I hold steadfast. That strained laugh of his surprises me yet again when he leans back, his eyes dancing with victory. “I call your bluff, Haddie Montgomery. You didn’t come and I’m going to have so much fun proving it.”
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Thank you to all of those that help me make these books what they are. To Christina Hernandez, Donna Elliot, and Alison Manning: Thank you for making the day to day a little smoother and my day a little brighter. To Amy McAvoy and Cara Arthur: You’ll always be a part of the craziness in my world, but I wish you the best of luck with your new endeavors. To Maxann Dobson, Stacey Blake, and Deborah Bradseth: Thanks for making my books look pretty in all ways imaginable. To Amy Tannenbaum and all the support at the Jane Rotrosen Agency: Thank you for always looking out for my best interests. To all my author friends: Thank you for answering my annoying questions, always lending an ear when I need it, and helping make sense of this craziness when I can’t. To the bloggers: Without you, all of this wouldn’t be possible so thank you so very much for all you do, all your support, and all of your friendship. I couldn’t do this without you. To Jenny and Gitte: Thank you for asking the question what is Colton thinking and unknowingly changing the course of this series by challenging me to write a male point of view. To my family: Thank you for your patience and for putting up with the stress and chaos I’ve brought into our lives. To my readers: Words aren’t enough to express my gratitude. You’ve changed my world and given me a purpose I never expected to have. For that I’m eternally grateful.
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling author K. Bromberg is that reserved woman sitting in the corner who has you all fooled about the wild child inside of her—the one she lets out every time her fingertips touch the computer keyboard.
K. lives in Southern California with her husband and three children. When she needs a break from the daily chaos of her life, you can most likely find her on the treadmill or with Kindle in hand, devouring the pages of a good, saucy book.
On a whim, K. Bromberg decided to try her hand at this writing thing. Her debut novels, Driven, Fueled, and Crashed of The Driven Trilogy were well received and went on to become multi-platform bestsellers as well as landing on the New York Times and USA Today lists. She is currently working on two stand alones, Slow Burn and Sweet Ache, as well as an untitled novella to the Driven Series.
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