Total pages in book: 40
Estimated words: 37953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 37953 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
“Why, don’t you look handsome. Where are we going?” I asked. It’s our fifth wedding anniversary, and he’s been planning a date for us.
“Well, that is a surprise. Get your pretty self over here and let’s go. Where are you taking me? You know I don’t like surprises.”
Julian spits out a chuckle, spanking me on the bottom. “Yes, you do; stop lying. Always such a brat,” he mutters, shaking his head at me as he pulls me close.
“Yes, I am, Dr. Martinez.” I press my hand on his chest, loving the feel of his heart beating strongly under my palm.
He presses his hand against my cheek, staring into my eyes with the love I witness every day. “I can’t believe it’s been five years already.”
My grin spreads across my face until my lips brush against his palm, turning slightly to give it a kiss. “I know, right? So much has happened in that short time.”
He squeezes me tightly and then leans back with me in his arms to say, “Yes, you’ve given me two sons and are nearly the lead stylist.”
“And you’re the head physician in the ER.”
“One of the head physicians, you forget Steeleville has created a lot of amazing doctors over the years.” He’s correct; Steeleville and the Riders themselves have raised doctors and nurses over the years, creating a talented bunch who give back to the community. I’m extremely proud of my husband.
“It’s a hot day. Are we riding or driving?”
“Riding, in more ways than one,” he growls, nuzzling his nose along my jaw, sliding down my throat.
“I should change.” Before we were together, he hated my outfits because he was so possessive of me. He still is, but now I’m his and there isn’t a soul that could make me leave him. I love this man, so he loves to see me in shorts and a tight top.
“No, baby. You’re perfect like that,” he insists, slipping his hands possessively over my hips.
“Thank you. Is Ricky and Julian having fun?”
“Yes, but I think my parents are the ones having too much fun with all their grandbabies.”
“They have seven so far,” I comment. Every time I turn around, one of us pops out a baby. Julian and I took a break from having babies, but when we started again we haven’t been so lucky until now. I haven’t told my husband yet. It’s one of my anniversary surprises.
“Give me your hand, Mrs. Martinez.”
“I already did.”
“Forever,” he answers, snatching my hand and lacing our fingers together and bringing it to his lips. “Let’s go.” We climb onto his bike, and he hits the ignition, while I wrap my arms around his strong waist.
“Put on your helmet.” I do and it goes dark.
“What the hell?”
“It’s part of the surprise, wife.”
“Okay.”
“Trust me. It’s worth it,” Julian promises, voice husky with lusty desire. My body melts against him.
Ever since my first ride, I never let go. Being on the bike with my husband felt like flying and I couldn’t get enough. Other than family, no other woman had been on his bike and that had been intentional. Only me.
The ride seems to be a long one and then we come to a stop, and he turns off the engine. “Don’t take it off just yet, baby girl. When your phone rings, take off the helmet.”
“Okay.” A minute passes and then it goes off. I take the helmet off my hair and I’m in the middle of a field that’s familiar in a row of empty seats and up ahead is a dais where my husband stands, a mic prepared. Instead of a banner commemorating the graduating class, it reads Happy Anniversary, Mrs. Everly Martinez!
Many years ago, I stood here and gave a speech about how grateful I was to be given a chance to even be born. How doctors were a huge part of my life and now I stand here to say how grateful I am to be the husband to a woman who sat right there all those years ago unaware of what she’d done to me. She stole my heart, captivated my soul when I couldn’t even approach her. I waited, hoped, dreamed that one day the time would be right. She took control and demanded that I claim what I wanted. I did. Now, I’ll never go back to a life without her. She’s perfect in every single way from the smile she gives me when she wakes up, the frown when the kids drive her insane, the screams when I’m bringing her to ecstasy. Her happiness, her pain, her sadness are all mine, and I live for her. Everly Amber Martinez, you are my everything. I love you. Happy Anniversary.
Tears fall from my eyes as I stare at the only man I’ve ever loved. I stand up as he storms down the path. When he reaches me, he growls, “What I wanted to do the first time.” His mouth slams on mine as he wraps me up in his arms.