“You. This,” he said quietly, stepping closer, into another embrace. “You're my wife, babe. Mine tonight, mine tomorrow, mine for fuckin' ever. Don't tell me you're complaining about a little honey. It's never been about nothing besides dirty, wild fuckin' between us, even though that's all I think about when I see your sweet ass naked. We've got more. We've got everything. We always did, Summertime, and we always will. Mark my fuckin' words.”
He turned me around, pressed in behind me, and wrapped a possessive arm around my waist. “Okay, Joker, I will. You tempt me, and I'll hold you to it.”
“Shit, yeah, you will. You're a spitfire, woman. That's half the reason I married you, half the reason I'm whispering shit I'd never say to anybody else, in between puttin' another kid in you.” Smiling, he pushed the top of my robe aside, kissing at my neck.
Out here, in the cool summer night, it tingled when his stubble brushed my skin. Hell, everything did.
“Yeah? Just half of it? What's the rest?” I asked, flashing him a mischievous smile.
“You make my heart pound straight into my dick like nobody else. Like nobody fuckin' ever. That's all you, baby, all I'm gonna fuck 'til I go back to the wind as ashes. All I want my mouth and hands and cock all over. All I'll ever need from now to kingdom come.”
“Mmm,” I purred, running my fingers through his short, dark hair while he kissed at my neck again. “Show me some more of that forever in case Alex interrupts us for a bedtime story, hubby.”
“Yeah, I will,” he growled, spinning me around and tearing down my robe, leaving us both naked in the soft night. “I'll show you, Summertime. Pound you so damned hard it'll leave your ears ringing. You'll be lucky to hear me say anything about lovin' you, but you'll know, baby girl. You'll know.”
I did.
He did, too.
We lived our wedding night knowing every sweet, soft angle of our love. Just like every night that came after.
Every night we had together as man and woman, outlaw and wife.
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I: Cursed Bones (Missy)
“It won't be long now,” the nurse said, checking dad's IV bag. “Breathing getting shallower...pulse is slowing...don't worry, girls. He won't feel a thing. That's what the morphine's for.”
I had to squeeze his hand to make sure he wasn't dead yet. Jesus, he was so cold. I swore there was a ten degree difference between dad's fingers in one hand, and my little sister's in the other. I blinked back tears, trying to be brave for Jackie, who watched helplessly, trembling and shaking at my side.
We'd already said our goodbyes. We'd been doing that for the last hour, right before he slipped into unconsciousness for what I guessed was the last time.
I turned to my sister. “It'll be okay. He's going to a better place. No more suffering. The cancer, all the pain...it dies with him. Dad's finally getting better.”
“Missy...” Jackie squeaked, ripping her hand away from me and covering her face.
The nurse gave me a sympathetic look. It took so much effort to push down the lump in my throat without cracking up. I choked on my grief, holding it in, cold and sharp as death looming large.
I threw an arm around my sister, pulling her close. Lying like this was a bitch.
I wasn't really sure what I believed anymore, but I had to say something. Jackie was the one who needed all my support now. Dad's long, painful dying days were about to be over.
Not that it made anything easy. But I was grown up, and I could handle it. Losing him at twenty-one was hard, but if I was fourteen, like the small trembling girl next to me?