“I have something you need to take with you.”
Rain pouredlike a monsoon around me as I drove over the potholes on the driveway of Murky Falls Ranch. Beside me, Storm whimpered, covering his face with his paw.
I glanced over at him, shaking my head. “Seriously? You live in the wild, and you’re afraid of a little thunder?”
He whined louder, letting out a howl that I was sure could be heard all the way to Alaska.
The windshield wipers worked overtime to keep the windows clear as I took the fork in the road toward Krista’s house. When I saw her, I was gonna beat the hell out of whoever was staying with her, then demand she choose me.
“Yeah, that’s a great plan,” I muttered. “Beat up her new boyfriend, and then she’ll definitely want you.”
I couldn’t believe I was out here, contemplating moving back to the land of the frigid, but if I wanted Krista, this was the way it had to be. There was no going back to the life I lived in Pennsylvania, to a sad, lonely existence. I watched everyone around me get the girl, the family, and the happily ever after.
I wanted that.
And if I had to live in the mountains to get it, I would.
Happiness blossomed in my chest when I saw Krista run out of the house to her truck. She was so fucking beautiful, even caught in the rain.
Especially in the rain.
Her shirt clung to her curves, accentuating those tits I loved so much. And that ass…
God, it had been too long since I last had her, felt her body wrapped around mine. I had it bad, and now that I was out here, staring at her through the rain, I knew I could never let her go.
I could see it now. I would run up to her, tell her how much I loved her and needed her. And as the rain cascaded around us, I would pull her into my arms and kiss her until her toes curled. She would tell me she loved me, too, and then we’d go inside and practice making babies.
Not real babies, of course.
I needed a little time with her to myself before I added to our family.
And we should probably have a real wedding. A Montana wedding with flowers and sunshine and mountains brushing the skyline behind us. It would be fucking perfect.
And when I looked back at our wedding pictures, I would no longer see two people high on drugs, but a loving couple who couldn’t tear their hands off each other.
But that elation was soon replaced with anger when the douchebag ran out of the house after her, arguing with her about something as they stood in the rain.
Inmyrain.
I shifted into park and got out, stomping through the rain and the mud toward the woman I loved.
The man glanced over her shoulder, his eyebrow raising in question. And at that, Krista spun around, her hair soaked and clinging to her beautiful face.
“Rob, what?—”
I snatched her around the waist and pulled her into my arms as my lips crashed down against hers. It was fucking perfect.
The rain.
The feel of her curves under my fingertips.
That tongue?—
She yanked herself away from me and slammed her fist into my jaw. My head snapped to the side from the force of her hit, and as I stood there in confusion, I ran my fingertips along my jaw and grinned.
I fucking loved this woman.
“What the hell was that?” she snapped.