Road to Victory (Dogs of Fire Book 5) (26 page)

“Fuck, seriously?”

“Yes. I want at least two babies before I turn thirty.”

Which meant they had about two years.

“I can put a baby in you every year if you want me to.” He stroked her hair. “You really going to marry me?”

“Hell, yes. Since I can’t live without you, I probably should.”

With a holler, he lifted her over his shoulder, slapping her ass, and she wrapped her arms around his back. “Knight! Ohmigod, if you drop me, you’re going to be in so much trouble!”

He did drop her, but gently onto their bed, where he peeled every stitch of clothing from her body, kissing as he went. He made love to her and it felt different this time. No better or worse, just more somehow.

“I’m home,” she whispered.

“Yeah, sugar. We both are.”

“Thanks for being my armor.”

He chuckled. “Thanks for pullin’ your head outta your ass.”

“Excuse me?” She straddled him with a disgruntled squeak.

He shifted so she was under him and he grinned. “I don’t stutter.”

“We’ve just had this beautiful moment. Are you really going to ruin it by being a butt?”

“Shhh,” he whispered, kissing his way down her body. “I’m gonna make up for it right now.”

He watched her lick her lips, her pussy already wet, waiting for what he was going to do next, and his dick went rock hard... again. He ran his tongue over her folds, sucking gently on her clit and she whimpered as she wove her hands into his hair. “You taste so good, sugar. Like fuckin’ honey.”

Knight shifted so he was kneeling between her legs and he slid into her, leaning down to kiss her as he thrust into her over and over again, refusing to stop until they both came. As he pulled her into his arms, he knew he’d never let her go. She was his and he’d spend the rest of his life proving that men stuck around... and he’d treasure every second.

Kim

Two Years Later...

I
SETTLED FOZZIE in his stall... the one at my grandma’s home... and closed the door. Knight and I had moved his horses here as well after we were married, and our one-year-old daughter Cambry sat in her stroller in the barn alley watching me. “My future little Olympian, huh?”

She grinned up at me. “Wozzie.”

I giggled. “Yes, darling, Wozzie.”

After making sure the horses were settled, I wrapped blankets more securely around Cambry and set off toward the house, memories flooding my mind.

So much had happened in the last twenty-four months, starting with the arrest and subsequent confession from my uncle. Even though my uncle had confessed to raping me, I asked that it be kept out of the record. We were dangerously close to the statute of limitations end date, and I wasn’t ready to drag all of those memories up, especially considering how hard and long I’d worked to get over it. I felt that I didn’t care what he went to jail for, just so long as he went.

My mother, however, decided she was going to fill me in on her horrific childhood with my uncle and the years of abuse she’d suffered. Apparently, there were other accusations by other girls in the past, but they never went anywhere... the families were either bought off, threatened... or both.

When my uncle was arrested, my mother had been interrogated in connection with the fire, but she knew nothing about it (before-hand, anyway). She had admitted to me that she’d killed my first horse, but only because my uncle had threatened my life... it was me or my horse. So she put into place the plan to get me out of the country and swore she’d never let him manipulate her... or touch me... again.

I couldn’t say all was forgiven between me and my parents, but things were softening. Bart would never get out of jail, which helped (a little, anyway) heal the wounds he’d inflicted.

My wedding had been a pretty intimate affair. Just like Dani, I was married on her parents’ property, with her dad giving me away, which was something I wasn’t sure he’d agree to. He really wanted me to give my father a chance, but I wasn’t there yet. So Warren had walked me down the aisle, crying almost as much as he did when he gave Dani away, and his sweet kiss on the cheek had been the start of a perfect ceremony.

I had invited my parents’ and they’d behaved beautifully. What I would find out later, was that Knight had had a little pow-wow with them before the ceremony, setting down some strict ground rules that they followed. All in the name of “mending bridges” and working toward the forgiveness they wanted to earn. I was too happy to care what they wanted, but I had to give them credit, they were trying.

Unlike Dani, however, I’d spent a shit ton on my dress. Total overkill, I’m sure, but I wanted Oscar de la Renta, so I paid for Oscar de la Renta.

Mack got a license online in order to officiate, and we had all our close friends surrounding. I met Knight’s parents for the first time the morning of the wedding and decided, as much as I liked his dad, his mom was someone to watch out for. That woman could shatter glass with her lethal stare.

Our honeymoon consisted of one month in Europe, which was exciting to see through Knight’s eyes. As calm, cool, and collected as he was, he geeked out on the different approaches to Veterinary medicine between the USA and England... not to mention Italy and France. We hit all the pertinent tourist spots, but having lived in Switzerland, I was able to share some out-of-the-way places I’d loved as a kid. Knight appreciated the chance to see sights tourists didn’t normally see.

Three weeks after we’d returned home from our honeymoon, we moved into Gran’s house. The Sadler’s had used the fire as an opportunity to readdress what they wanted in life. They chose to move back to Iowa to be close to Linda’s family, so I paid their moving expenses since it was because of my family they had to make the life-altering decision.

The repair process had brought to light a few issues which might not have been seen had the entire back part of the house not been incinerated, so I made sure the electrical and plumbing was up to code for this century, Everything was done two days before we got home. Cutting it close, but the house was gorgeous and we had plenty of space to do everything we wanted to, including building a state of the art training facility.

Cricket was now renting my apartment... for a steal. But I didn’t mind. She’d had it rough and needed a win, and she was a really awesome lady, so I was happy to help her out. She’d wanted to put some distance between herself and her brothers, and I didn’t blame her. She was the only girl in a family of five and no parents. Hatch had pretty much raised his siblings, having taken on their custody when he was barely twenty. That couldn’t have been easy for him, and I know it hadn’t been easy for Cricket.

Much to my surprise, Knight had presented me with a prenup... one Mack had drawn up. My attorney looked it over and assured me that Knight wasn’t kidding when he said he didn’t want my money. Apparently he didn’t want his own either, because if we ever got divorced, I’d get everything.

Since I wasn’t after Knight’s money either, my lawyer altered the contract so it was equal and fair. We signed it and never talked about it again.

I’d gotten pregnant pretty much right away, but once Cambry arrived, I knew trying for another one before I turned thirty might be a bit much. When she was two, we planned to talk about it again.

I pushed open the back door and lifted Cambry out, helping her out of her shoes before walking from the mud room into the kitchen. “Let’s get you a bottle and put you down, huh?”

Cambry’s head bobbed up and down. “Babba, Mama.”

I smiled, kissing her forehead. “Yes, baby. Bottle with Mama.”

The beep of the alarm sounded and then I heard the front door close. “Kimmie?”

“In here.”

Knight walked in, slipping out of his cut and throwing it over one of the kitchen chairs.

“Dada!” Cambry squealed and pitched herself toward him.

He caught her, pulling her close for a kiss. “How’s my baby girl?”

She tucked her head under his chin and shoved her thumb in her mouth. He leaned down and kissed me gently. “Hey, sugar.”

“Hi, honey. You’re home early,” I said. “How was church?’

“Good. Uneventful. You makin’ her a bottle?”

“Yes. You want to get her ready for bed?”

“Sure. I’ll meet you up there.” He held our girl close and headed to her room while I warned the bottle.

I pushed open the door and smiled. Knight had Cambry in her pajamas and was reading her a princess book. Cinderella was on the docket tonight and Cambry barely looked away as I handed her the bottle.

“Go take a bath, sugar. I’ll finish up here and join you.”

“Mmm, don’t have to tell me twice.”

He chuckled and I kissed them both before heading to our bedroom. I filled the enormous clawfoot tub and stripped out of my horse gear, lowering myself into the hot water with a sigh. Knight joined me a few minutes later, setting the baby monitor on the vanity, and dragging his shirt over his head.

I grinned. “I’ll never get sick of that view.”

His gaze swept the length of my body. “Ditto, sugar.”

“Hurry up and get in here,” I ordered, and slid forward to give him space.

He chuckled, stepping in behind me. Knight pulled me up against him, kissing the sensitive spot behind my ear and wrapping his arms around me from behind. “Missed you today.”

I smiled. “Me too. Is that weird? It’s weird.”

“It’s not weird, sugar. We work well together, we love well together, we sure as hell fuck well together, so we enjoy being around each other. It’s how it should be.”

I turned slightly so I could see his face. “You’re amazing, Knight. You know that, right?”

His face got soft as he stared at me. “Not even close to what you bring to the table, sugar, but I’m glad you think so.”

“Oh, I know so.” I sat up on my knees facing him, leaning in to kiss him. “I really like fucking you in this tub, so can we do that now, please? Then maybe in the bed and back in the tub...”

“I’m pickin’ up what you’re puttin’ down, sugar. Prepare to be amazed.”

“You sound like a magician.” I giggled. “Amazing Aidan.”

“Amazing Aidan... I like that.” He shifted me so my back was to his front again and slid his hand between my legs. “Tell me, Kinky Kim, how does this feel?”

“Amazing.”

He laughed and, as I made love to my husband, I realized I’d won a victory far better than any gold medal... I’d won the love of a great man... one who helped heal me.

And now I was free.

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