Page 165 of Here With Me

But still, I couldn’t be happier.

None of this was planned, and that’s what makes it even better. For my whole life, I thrived on schedules and organization, and as soon as I stopped trying to figure out every piece, I met the love of my life.

It wasn’t an easy or simple journey to get here, but it’s one I’d do all over again if it meant I got to marry Fisher.

We had an intimate and beautiful country fall wedding at the ranch. I’d like to say it went flawlessly, but nothing rarely ever does around here with horses and changing their schedules. Still, it was the best day of our lives and one I’ll remember forever.

Damien, Jase, and all four of my brothers were the groomsmen. I had Magnolia as my maid of honor and Mallory, Serena, Laney, and Ruby as my bridesmaids. The planning process was fun, but I wasmostlylooking forward toafterthe wedding.

“Home sweet home,” I say as we walk through the front door of the cottage for the first time in two weeks.

Fisher brings in all our luggage and nearly collapses to the floor with how many there are. I bought too many souvenirs and had to buy an additional suitcase just to bring them home.

But it’s not like I could go to a Taylor Swift concert on the way to our honeymoon and not buy merch for the girls.

Plus, I couldn’t pass up on the touristy items once we flew to our actual destination. I’d never traveled out of the South before, so I wanted to explore and bring back as much as I could.

“Let me help,” I say, chuckling at his attempt to carry them all in with one trip.

“I got it. You just relax.”

“That’s all we’ve been doin’ for the past fourteen days. I need to get back to work.”

Although we had a great time, I missed my family and the horses.

Once Fisher’s hands are free, he lifts me over his shoulder and carries me to the bedroom.

“Not yet, Mrs. Underwood. I have you to myself for one more night, and I’m not wastin’ one fuckin’ second.”

“You’re gonna knock me up with that caveman behavior.” I smack his ass before he drops me on the mattress and hovers above me.

“Would that be so bad?” He arches a brow.

We’ve talked about having a baby but not when.

“I’d like to enjoy married life for a while before gettin’ pregnant,” I say honestly.

“Greedy. I like it.” He winks before burying his face in my neck and sucking under my ear.

My legs wrap around his waist, and I pull him closer. “But we can practice...a lot.”

“Love the sound of that.” He pulls back and helps me out of my clothes, then removes his.

When he kneels between my thighs, I stop him. “Wait. Before you do that, I need to shower off the plane smell and sweat.”

“Don’t make me tie your wrists.” He pushes my hands away, then widens my legs. “I will eat this pussy like it’s my last meal, and you will count to eight before I let you come on my face.”

“Fuck...” I’m already panting at the thought. “Okay.”

“That’s my good girl. No holdin’ back either.”

I chuckle at the memory of when someone called guest services because they thought someone was being murdered. They asked if we had any weapons in our room, and I responded, “Only if you count my husband’s tongue.”

Apparently, that wasn’t appropriate to break the ice.

The guy’s face turned beet red, and he couldn’t even look us in the eyes when he asked us to keep it down, or they’d have to move us.

After that, we had to get creative.