stopped loving you. I never will.”
He kissed her and then brushed her hair away from her shoulder as he kissed her neck. He caressed her collarbone as she spoke.
“I’m a little embarrassed now.”
“Don’t be. You told me everything I’ve always hoped to hear.”
“You said you wrote songs about me. Which ones?”
“I did. The song, ‘Will you be mine?’ was the first one.”
Larina slid her finger across his lips. “I am yours. As it turns out, I’ve always been yours.”
Case tilted his head. “No, I mean really mine. My wife.”
She pressed her lips together. “I don’t recall you having asked me since the last time.”
Case raised his brows as he propped himself up. “Will you? Will you marry me?”
“Yes!”
She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him close.
He spoke as he brushed the hair from her face. “Larina, you have just made me the happiest man, of any man, of all time.”
They fell into a passionate embrace. She unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt and kissed his shoulder. He pulled her sweater up as he kissed her bare breast. He then lifted her body to meet his and held her close. She rolled over on top of him and began to unbutton his shirt farther; she kissed his chest, his waist, his stomach.
He rolled her over and un-did her pants, slowly unveiling her lower abdomen. He kissed her low and ran his hand across her body. He put a hand underneath her as he lifted her closer again. And then he gently laid her back on the blanket.
“I need to stop before I can’t. Wanna take this back to the house?”
“Definitely,” she whispered.
He then slowly buttoned her clothes before pulling her up with him as he stood. He led her to Sas and helped her mount once again. He kissed her hand as she straddled the horse.
He whistled to Sunmoon and Bandit, who came running. He mounted Robust and they slowly rode back to the barn.
At the house, Case let the dogs in and then picked Larina up and carried her across the threshold. He kicked the door closed behind them and proceeded up the staircase. He laid Larina on his bed as he sat on the edge. He removed his boot, never taking his eyes off Larina. He stood, and as he leaned toward her, only his fingertips braced him. She reached for him, and he lowered himself to her.
He bit his lip. “I just had a crazy idea. I can’t believe I’m even going to say this, with everything I’ve waited for, everything I want, right in front of me. But…I’m thinking maybe we should wait now, until after we’re married?”
Larina’s lips parted. “I hope you have clergyman, a justice of the peace, or the captain of a ship hiding in that closet then.”
He smiled. “I don’t need a clergyman. My prayers have been answered.”
And they fell into a passionate embrace.
Chapter 8
Case had arrived at the fair and was preparing for his set. He did the sound check and conversed with his band while they went through the song sequence one final time. His son, Timmy, sat on a stool and watched his father work. Case was pleased that, of all the shows he has done, this is the one his son would accompany him on. It was the perfect venue, with amusement rides and games. The entertainment was family oriented.
Timmy sat quietly, fascinated with all the wires, the lights, and the musical instruments. Case got the call from Larina that she and Grant had arrived. They had made their way to the stage and had gotten as close as they could without a security badge.
He met them and brought them behind the stage. He lifted Timmy off the stool and took him over to meet them. Timmy stood beside his father, a little blond boy in a red-checked shirt and blue jeans. He was a small version of his dad with his deep brown eyes, a wide jaw, and an engaging smile. The only exceptions were his blond hair, which he wore parted on the left, and Timmy had dimples on both cheeks.
“Timmy, this is Mr. Bixby and
He kissed her and then brushed her hair away from her shoulder as he kissed her neck. He caressed her collarbone as she spoke.
“I’m a little embarrassed now.”
“Don’t be. You told me everything I’ve always hoped to hear.”
“You said you wrote songs about me. Which ones?”
“I did. The song, ‘Will you be mine?’ was the first one.”
Larina slid her finger across his lips. “I am yours. As it turns out, I’ve always been yours.”
Case tilted his head. “No, I mean really mine. My wife.”
She pressed her lips together. “I don’t recall you having asked me since the last time.”
Case raised his brows as he propped himself up. “Will you? Will you marry me?”
“Yes!”
She threw her arms around his neck and pulled him close.
He spoke as he brushed the hair from her face. “Larina, you have just made me the happiest man, of any man, of all time.”
They fell into a passionate embrace. She unbuttoned a few buttons of his shirt and kissed his shoulder. He pulled her sweater up as he kissed her bare breast. He then lifted her body to meet his and held her close. She rolled over on top of him and began to unbutton his shirt farther; she kissed his chest, his waist, his stomach.
He rolled her over and un-did her pants, slowly unveiling her lower abdomen. He kissed her low and ran his hand across her body. He put a hand underneath her as he lifted her closer again. And then he gently laid her back on the blanket.
“I need to stop before I can’t. Wanna take this back to the house?”
“Definitely,” she whispered.
He then slowly buttoned her clothes before pulling her up with him as he stood. He led her to Sas and helped her mount once again. He kissed her hand as she straddled the horse.
He whistled to Sunmoon and Bandit, who came running. He mounted Robust and they slowly rode back to the barn.
At the house, Case let the dogs in and then picked Larina up and carried her across the threshold. He kicked the door closed behind them and proceeded up the staircase. He laid Larina on his bed as he sat on the edge. He removed his boot, never taking his eyes off Larina. He stood, and as he leaned toward her, only his fingertips braced him. She reached for him, and he lowered himself to her.
He bit his lip. “I just had a crazy idea. I can’t believe I’m even going to say this, with everything I’ve waited for, everything I want, right in front of me. But…I’m thinking maybe we should wait now, until after we’re married?”
Larina’s lips parted. “I hope you have clergyman, a justice of the peace, or the captain of a ship hiding in that closet then.”
He smiled. “I don’t need a clergyman. My prayers have been answered.”
And they fell into a passionate embrace.
Chapter 8
Case had arrived at the fair and was preparing for his set. He did the sound check and conversed with his band while they went through the song sequence one final time. His son, Timmy, sat on a stool and watched his father work. Case was pleased that, of all the shows he has done, this is the one his son would accompany him on. It was the perfect venue, with amusement rides and games. The entertainment was family oriented.
Timmy sat quietly, fascinated with all the wires, the lights, and the musical instruments. Case got the call from Larina that she and Grant had arrived. They had made their way to the stage and had gotten as close as they could without a security badge.
He met them and brought them behind the stage. He lifted Timmy off the stool and took him over to meet them. Timmy stood beside his father, a little blond boy in a red-checked shirt and blue jeans. He was a small version of his dad with his deep brown eyes, a wide jaw, and an engaging smile. The only exceptions were his blond hair, which he wore parted on the left, and Timmy had dimples on both cheeks.
“Timmy, this is Mr. Bixby and
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