Kayla had found her phone and called her mother. Mitchell walked into their room while she was on the phone and stripped off his shirt with a mischievous grin on his face. Her eyes widened then locked with his before her gaze moved to his tattoo then down his abs to his V and cock before moving back up the path they just took.

As she told her mother about the issues with Ginger, Mitchell toed off his boots. He climbed on the bed and moved up her body as he straddled her legs. When he reached the button on her shorts, she said, “Yes, ma’am, we’re all in agreement. A small double wedding here at the ranch. Evan said that, with extra security, we could do the street dance for the reception. The guys still don’t understand why the town cares, though.”

She lifted her ass to help Mitchell as she listened to her mother. He was kissing his way back up her legs, when she said, “I’ll let them know how much the town loved their parents and always felt as if they were their sons as much as their parents.” Kayla looked at Mitchell as he rolled his eyes, but continued his exploration.

“I’m sure they’ll understand. Ow!” She glared at Mitchell while he grinned at her. “Oh, I’m okay, Mom. Something just bit me is all.” He continued his trek up her legs until he reached his treasure hole. With the first swipe of his tongue, Kayla said, “Oh! Mom, I need to go. I’ll talk to Ginger, and we’ll get back to you. Yes, ma’am, love ya, bye.”

Kayla disconnected the call and plowed her fingers into Mitchell’s hair. “Oh, oh, oh!” Her juices coated his tongue as he sucked. When she caught her breath, he moved over her body while he rested on his forearms and kissed her.

Mitchell ended the kiss. “You taste good, baby. You didn’t have to hang up with your mom. I would’ve been quiet.” With the twinkle in his eyes, she knew what he was thinking—she couldn’t be quiet.

“You still have on your jeans.”

“Oh, you want me to take them off? I was just going to get you off while you were on the phone,” he said with a chuckle.

“From the feel of your cock, I’d say you’d like to get off, too.”

“Get naked while I pull off my jeans.”

Kayla sat up to remove her top and bra while Mitchell rolled off her and discarded his jeans. Within seconds he was nibbling her earlobe then kissing back to his spot on her neck. “Ahh,” slipped from her mouth as he slid deep inside her.

His eyes closed as he groaned. He was so hard this wasn’t going to take long. They moved in unison, and he opened his eyes when he felt her walls tighten around him. “Come on, baby. I’m right behind you.” When she came, her fingers dug into his back which spurred him into a more fevered movement. With each thrust, his moans became louder until, finally, he gave into the ecstasy only his release could give.

“My Mak.” His body relaxed on hers, and she relished the feel of his weight, at least part of it, on her. His face was buried just below her ear—his other favorite place. He was peppering kisses on her neck when he froze. “Mak, what if we get pregnant before our wedding night?”

“What do you mean? Our plan has been for our wedding night. Are you saying you want us to try before then?”

“I’m saying I forgot to grab a condom.”

Her eyes widened. “Oh. Well, if we just made a baby, we’ll be married before I’d miss a period.”

“So, I don’t have to wear them anymore?” he asked with hope laced in his voice.

“Is that what you want?”

“Mak, as far as I’m concerned, we’re married. We’re just planning the public part to make everyone else happy. We can get our license and make it legal next week if you want, but I don’t need the piece of paper to know you’re my wife. You. Are. Mine,” he said emphasizing the last words.

Tears streamed down the sides of her face. “I’ve been off the pill for several weeks. If it happens, it happens.”

“I love you, Mak.” Mitchell bowed his head and kissed her tears away. “Are you sure you’d be okay if it happened?”

Kayla shrugged. “What difference do a few weeks make? If I was sure about our wedding night, a few weeks aren’t a big deal.”

Mitchell rolled over bringing her with him. As he held her close, he asked, “Were you sure about our wedding night and not just caught up in the excitement of Evan and Ginger?”

Kayla’s finger traced her nickname tattooed on Mitchell’s chest. “I’ve always known I wanted your baby. Now that the possibility is becoming a reality, the thought of getting pregnant makes me a little nervous. You’re my home, Mitch. It’s just the unknown.”

Mitch kissed the top of her head. “Baby, we can do anything as long as we’re together.”