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FORD

W hat the hell is that annoying buzzing?

I crack one eye open, breathing in the scent of Harper’s shampoo mixed with the smell of soil and wood from the forest.

I inhale deeply, contentment stealing over me.

Until the dreadful buzzing starts up again.

My phone lights up on the nightstand beside me.

I drop my head into the pillow with a moan, exhausted from spending all night fucking Harper.

My phone buzzes again, and a feminine moan beside me indicates the sound is waking up my woman.

I tighten my grip on her, covering her face in kisses.

She sighs, relaxing against me, still slumbering away.

Reaching out my arm, I grab the noisy phone, my brows drawing together when I see the group text.

Dread fills me as I click on the text thread and read the first message.

Fucking Connor.

I’m going to wring his fucking neck.

I roll onto my back, leaning against the pillow with Harper still in my arms.

Such fucking chaotic nonsense.

CONNOR: Our infamous center is madly in love and planning a wedding.

JAKE: I didn’t know he was dating anyone! He’s marrying her?

COLE: Is it the girl he was hung up on in college? The one who broke his heart?

DALTYN: Wow! Captain’s getting hitched.

JAKE: Oh yeah. I forgot about her. That has to be the one.

CONNOR: Yes, it’s his ex. Harper. She’s resisting, but he’s unfazed.

COLE: Oh this is gonna be good. Ford LOVES a challenge.

JAKE: We get to be in the wedding right?

CONNOR: Of course. I’m officiating, so that leaves the best man spot open.

JAKE: Dibs!

DALTYN: No, asshole. I’m gonna be the best man.

COLE: No way! He likes me better.

CONNOR: You should see all the plans Ford’s making. Gram Cracker is monogramming towels with their initials. It’s cute as fuck.

ME: You guys are worse than hens in a hen house.

CONNOR: There you are! Where did you go? Did ya kidnap Harper and take her somewhere to fuck her?

I smirk. He has no idea how true his words are.

ME: I needed time alone with her.

CONNOR: I love Harper. She’s perfect for Ford. Wait until you meet her. She’s feisty as fuck.

COLE: He needs feisty to keep his ass in line.

JAKE: I can’t wait to meet the future Mrs. Brooks.

DALTYN: They’re kissing your ass cause they wanna be the best man. Pick me.

CONNOR: Did you fuck her into submission yet? She was still denying that she was gonna marry our boy. I may call her Mrs. Brooks just to get her worked up.

COLE: Did she throw anything at him yet?

CONNOR: I saw her checking out Gram’s lamp. But he handcuffed her so she couldn’t.

JAKE: He handcuffed her? Damn. Bet you’re into that, huh, Ford?

DALTYN: Handcuffs? Damn. I need to up my game.

I grin down at my sleeping beauty.

Hell, yeah, I’m into that.

I love her feistiness.

CONNOR: Are you kidding? Our boy is thriving on that shit. Man’s excited she’s fighting back with everything she has. Bet he’ll drag her down the aisle in handcuffs.

ME: I won’t need to do that. She’ll walk down it willingly.

CONNOR: Ha! In your dreams.

ME: I can be very persuasive, Byrns.

JAKE: I’m on Ford’s side. Can I be your best man?

COLE: Suck up. You’re only taking his side cause you’re an ass-kisser. I’m on Connor’s side.

DALTYN: Don’t listen to any of these assholes. I’m the obvious choice.

CONNOR: There’s no way you got Harper to cave already. She’s been fighting you harder than the asshole who threw a rock through her window.

JAKE: SOMEONE THREW A ROCK THROUGH HER WINDOW?!

COLE: FUCK, MAN! WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL US?!

DALTYN: WE RIDE AT DAWN!

ME: Thanks, big mouth Byrns. I have it under control.

JAKE: I’m on my way. Violence and a wedding. My two favorite things.

COLE: Nothing I like better. Let’s beat the shit out of the asshole, throw him in a body bag, and go try on some tuxedos.

JAKE: Did you pick out a color theme yet?

COLE: What about flowers?

DALTYN: I’m down for anything. This is why I’m the obvious best man choice.

ME: Calm down, guys. I’m taking my girl to breakfast then I’ll give you all the details.

JAKE: How many bridesmaids?

My brows furrow.

That’s a good question.

I know Harper has a best friend, but I don’t know much else about her friendships.

ME: Let me talk to her about who she wants in the wedding. I’ll let you know.

CONNOR: Did you seriously wear her down?

ME: *GRINS. You’ll see for yourself when we get there.

CONNOR: Goddamn it. I just lost $50 bucks.

ME: To who?

CONNOR: Gram. The hustler bet me this morning that you’d change her mind today.

ME: You’re a dumbass. Never bet against Gram!

CONNOR: Dammit. I need to go to the ATM.

JAKE: I’m packing my things and making arrangements.

COLE: Me, too. There’s a small B&B on the other side of the lake.

ME: Oh, yeah. I forgot about that place.

JAKE: Looks nice. Maybe you wanna have an outdoor wedding there?

COLE: You could have one on the dock. Get an arch with some flowers.

CONNOR: I’m looking at the pics. That looks perfect.

ME: I gotta go. Stop planning MY wedding!

I toss my phone on the nightstand, then roll on top of my future bride.

Her eyelids flicker a few times before opening.

A slow smile curves her lips.

“Good morning.” Her hand cups my face.

“Good morning, my soon-to-be-wife.”

Her smile grows from my words, her body remaining relaxed.

Mine.

She’s all fucking mine.

Forever.

I plant a kiss against her palm, noting the marks on her wrists from the handcuffs.

I smirk, my heart thrashing excitedly from the marks I put on her.

I capture her lips with mine, a long, slow kiss that has her moaning against my mouth as I claim her.

“Tell me who you belong to,” I whisper.

Her lips curl up in a feisty smile. “Myself.”

I growl at her, nipping at her lips.

My hand reaches down, pinching her nipple, making her yelp.

“Wrong answer. Who. Do. You. Belong. To?”

Her smile widens. “No one.”

Her smirk is smug.

Too smug.

She tilts her chin, eyes glinting with that damn defiance that drives me insane . “You know, Ford, if I really wanted to, I could make you beg for it.”

My brows arch, amused.

Oh, baby, you want to play this game?

Fine. I’ll let her have her fun.

“You’re the one obsessed with me,” she purrs, her nails dragging lightly over my chest, teasing the ridges of my abs. “I bet if I pulled away right now, you’d be the one chasing me.”

I say nothing, just stare at her, watching.

Letting her mistakenly believe she has the power.

Letting her dig her own grave.

She shifts against me, her bare thigh sliding up my hip, her soft pussy rubbing against my cock, deliberately teasing. “See?” Her voice is saccharine, taunting. “I’m the one in control.”

I strike.

One second, she’s smug.

And the next?

She’s flat on her back, wrists pinned above her head, legs spread wide beneath me.

A startled gasp rips from her lips as I cage her in, pressing my body tight against hers, letting her feel how fucking hard I am for her.

My fingers wrap around her throat, squeezing enough to remind her who has the power. “Cute, baby,” I murmur darkly, my mouth brushing against her ear. “Really fucking cute.”

Her body trembles.

She knows she’s lost.

I press my lips to her throat, inhaling her scent. “You don’t get to tease me, hummingbird. You don’t get to play games with a man who will always win.”

She whimpers.

Her bravado cracks.

I grin. She’s exactly where I want her .

“Go on, Harper,” I mock, lips grazing her pulse. “Make me beg.” My voice is taunting, cruel. “Let’s see how that works out for you.”

Her breath hitches.

She’s completely undone.

And when she moans my name, her body arching, her breath ragged with need?

I smirk.

Because she’s the one begging now.

And now it’s time for me to get what I want.

My hands slide below her ass as I move between her legs.

She gasps as my tongue darts out, taking a long, slow lick through her.

“Ford.” Her fingers curl into my hair, trying to push me against her, but I resist her efforts.

“Nope.” I blow on her wet pussy before my tongue slides to her clit, gently circling it.

“Oh, God.” Her hand curls into the covers as she arches her hips.

I squeeze her ass cheeks before pushing her hips back down on the bed.

“P-Please, Ford.”

I shake my head, listening to her whimpers filling the air.

I suck her clit into my mouth, then let it go. “Give me what I want.”

Her body quivers as I circle her clit faster.

Then I pull back, listening to her whine.

“Stop. Teasing,” she snaps through gritted teeth.

I give her a smug grin, her arousal shining on my lips. “So grumpy in the morning,” I tease.

She lets out a cute growl that makes my dick throb.

“I’m not grumpy.”

I lick her again, making her moan. “Then give me what I want.”

“Fine. I’m yours.”

I arch a brow, sliding my tongue lower, slipping it inside her wetness. “No.” I pull back, grinning at her.

“W-What?” Her eyes are wide as she stares at me in horror, her nails digging into my scalp. “I gave you?—”

“No, you didn’t. You didn’t say it like you meant it.” I take another long swipe through her before fucking her with my tongue.

She moans, her eyes closing, and I pull away again.

“Goddamn it, Ford,” she mutters, clearly out of patience.

I chuckle against her, making her squirm.

My tongue darts out, giving her another teasing lick.

A frustrated rumble starts in her chest, escaping from her lips. “Please, Ford.” She tries arching against me, but I push her hips down.

“I need you?—”

I shake my head, nibbling on her inner thigh.

She blows out a shaky breath.

When my eyes lock with hers, she whispers, “You own me, Ford. You own every piece of me.”

A satisfied growl rumbles through my chest before I spread her wider and dive in, licking and teasing her, adding two fingers inside her.

She moans, her hips moving in time with my tongue and fingers, whispering my name like she’s reciting a prayer.

When she tenses and I know she’s close, I pull away, leaving her wide-eyed and gasping.

“Ford, what the hell?”

I move over her. “All isn’t forgiven yet. Suck my cock. Earn my forgiveness.”

Her mouth opens wider, and I take it as an invitation, shoving the head of my cock inside.

She gasps around me before she sucks the head.

I move my hips, sliding myself deeper. “That’s my good girl.”

My hand cups her chin. “Suck it harder, baby. Take it deeper.”

She moans around me, her eyes blazing with lust.

I reach down, teasing her nipples before I pinch them, making her squirm.

“Show me how much I own you, Harper. Choke on my dick.”

I expected my words to piss her off.

Her eyes flash defiantly, but instead of rebelling, she takes me into her mouth as far as she can.

I moan, the warmth of her tongue and mouth like fucking heaven.

“Fuuuuck,” I moan as I pull out to the tip, then shove myself deeper. “My future wife knows how to suck my cock so damn perfectly.”

She moans around me, her eyes full of warmth.

“That’s it, baby.” I move my hips faster. “Show me how much you love me. Show me you wanna be my wife.”

Her fingers reach down, playing with my balls, while she sucks me hard and fast.

Sweat slickens my skin as I furiously pump my hips.

Fuck. I’m going to come soon.

I pull out of her mouth and immediately shift, moving between her legs again.

I spread her wide and dive in, giving her the same treatment she gave me.

“Oh, God, Ford.” Her head rolls on the pillow as I devour her soaked pussy like a starving man.

Her fingers grip my hair, holding me against her clit. “Right there.”

“Who owns you?” I mutter against her.

“Y-You,” she gasps, rolling her hips. “You own me.”

A satisfied purr comes from my lips as I slide two fingers inside her.

“More,” she moans.

I finger her faster, licking her clit just the way she likes.

She’s so fucking wet from her arousal, and I can’t wait until she comes and soaks my face.

Her legs quiver around me.

I hold them open, curling my fingers inside her.

“Oh, fuck, Ford. I’m?—”

The orgasm barrels over her before she can finish.

Her nails dig into my scalp as she screams, her chest heaving from her accelerated breaths.

“That’s my good wife,” I whisper against her. “You shatter so beautifully for me.”

Her hand fists the covers as she pants, collapsing against the bed.

I place a kiss against her pussy.

With my eyes on her, I place a trail of kisses over her body until I reach her face.

“I love you,” I whisper, rubbing the head of my cock over her soaked pussy.

Her face softens.

Her eyes brim with love as she echoes my words. “I love you, Ford. So damn much.”

I slide inside her, both of us moaning in unison.

“Goddamn. Your pussy was made for me.”

She wraps her legs and arms around my neck. “Every part of me was made for you.”

I thrust deep inside her, my chest hitching. “It’s about time you admitted it.”

She growls as I laugh, lowering my mouth to hers and kissing her to shut her up.

I love it when she surrenders. Almost as much as I love her fighting me.