she absorbed the last of my words. “Fear? What do you have to be afraid of?”
Inhaling slow and deep, I opened myself up to Winter completely, praying that she wouldn’t stomp on my heart. “I’m afraid you don’t feel the same way.”
Wide blue eyes stared at me in shock, then she threw her arms around me and planted her lips on top of mine. The kiss was unexpected, and I stumbled back a few steps before twisting so I fell against the brick wall. Before I could take it further, she pulled back and smiled so brightly that she made the sun look dim. “I love you, too!”
“Thank fuck,” I muttered before taking her mouth in another ravishing kiss, one that had me seconds away from tearing off both our clothes and sealing our love with my come in her pussy. There was just enough blood left in my brain to register we were out in the open, and no one got to see my wife naked but me.
Growling with impatience, I tore my mouth away and hoisted Winter up to throw her over my shoulder. Then I stomped through the back door on a mission.
Winter laughed and tugged on the back of my shirt. “Where are we going, crazy man?”
“Somewhere I can take advantage of my wife’s sexy body and make sure I’ve got a bun growing in her oven.”
I passed the bar as I explained this to Winter, and Joe’s bushy eyebrows got lost in his hairline. Then he started laughing and shook his head. “You boys are just like your dad.”
He had a point. Once I found the right woman, I’d made her mine before she knew what was happening. Of course, my parents hadn’t met because of a crazy scheme. Then again...my mom’s crazy plan turned out to be the best thing that ever happened to me.
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Hartley by Frankie Love
Chapter One
Hartley
It’s been a month since my mother sat us boys down and gave us the news. She ordered us wives. Wives.
I, twenty-six-year-old Hartley, am going to get hitched?
Impossible.
I try to wrap my mind around the idea that there’s a bride coming here. For me. A guy who has never once been in a serious relationship. I feel bad for her, whoever she is.
I consider getting out of it, the whole thing — buying the town and marrying a stranger — but when I broach the subject with my brothers they give me a look that says, Shut the hell up, Hartley.
No one wants to cross our mother, especially not at Christmas. And so if all my brothers are agreeing to this, how can I be the odd man out? Can you imagine the way I’d feel at every family gathering for the next fifty years? Like I let her down. Let all of them down.
I know I’ve given Mom plenty of heartache over the years, so I’m not about to rock the boat and screw this up for everyone. Especially since my father handed his beloved hardware store to me only a year ago. Though when I took over the shop, I didn’t realize I’d have to be such a goddamn people person. I love to build things, and tinker — spent years in the mountains hauling timber for a lumber yard. I could spend entire days without speaking beyond a grunt to a guy on the crew. Spending my nights alone, in my cabin.
Then Dad wanted to retire, and the timber yard closed shop — and it seemed like a good enough transition.
Turns out, business is down. Way down. And I know it’s because Dad isn’t here. I may be a Mistletoe, but I sure as hell am not the one the customers want to see.
But I’m trying my best, keep showing up at a job that grates at me. Because the last thing I want to do is piss off the people who have spent their entire lives looking out for me.
Still, getting married is a big fucking deal.
Though I’d be lying if