Packing Heat: A Bad Boy Secret Baby Romance (Barone Crime Family) (58 page)

“What?”

“I love you. I don’t know where we’re going from here, but I need you to know that.”

She dropped the duffel bag and threw her arms around me. “I know, idiot.” She kissed me hard and I felt it, deep in my chest, that burning need, that intense contentment.

We had made it through. We had made it through together.

And we’d keep on making it through, as far as we wanted to go, together.

T
he sun was barely peeking
over the horizon as I walked through the damp grass. We’d had a good rain the night before, and the early morning dew was glistening on the drooping leaves of the peach trees.

I ran my hand along their bark as I passed, row on row of trees, each one just beginning to bear fruit. I took a deep breath, smiling to myself. I loved the smell of the trees as they began to bloom and bear fruit. Nothing made me happier than touching these trees, growing this fruit.

And they were mine. It was our land, Travis’s and mine. It wasn’t as big as my family’s farm, but it was beautiful and it was ours.

As it turned out, Travis had a ton of money saved up from the military. Between that and my savings, we had just enough money for a down payment on some farmland that had been foreclosed on. We reworked the land, bought trees, and planted them all along the property.

This was our first season of bearing fruit, but already I could tell it was going to be a beautiful harvest. The trees had taken root and were thriving, and they were already budding. We had some chickens and some livestock that we used to sell milk and eggs in the meantime, and Travis was still drawing a check from the military, but the peaches were going to be our real crop.

My very own farm. I could never have imagined that this would happen, let alone with a man like Travis.

As I turned the corner at the end of the row and began to walk back, I spotted him up ahead. He wore his usual dirty work jeans, but his denim shirt was unbuttoned, showing off his glistening body, already damp from sweat. He’d gotten up early to do some chores around the chickens and was now doing repairs to the barn.

He smiled as I came up to him. “Morning, farm girl.”

“Morning, farmer.” I stopped just in front of him, my hands on his sides. I kissed his lips. “How’s it going?”

“The usual. Building and such. Chickens look good.”

I smiled. “Good.” I kissed him again. “I’m going to make you a proper farmer one of these days.”

He laughed. “We’ll see about that. We both know my skill set is better suited for other things.”

“Oh yeah? Like that?”

“Like pressing you up against this here tree and feeling that firm ass in my hands.”

I couldn’t help but giggle and feel a thrill run through me as he picked me up and carried me to the nearest tree, pushing my back against the bark. He kissed me deep and hard, his tongue entering my mouth.

This was our life. It was hard and simple work, but it was real. Everything was built by us; everything was ours. We fucked when we wanted to and we did what we wanted, because this was our life, and we lived it together.

Slowly he let me down, still pressing me against the tree.

“You know,” he said, “it’s been a year already.”

“Since what?”

“Since that night.”

“I hadn’t thought about it,” I said.

“Good. I have something for you.”

“What?”

He dropped down to one knee. My heart started hammering in my chest. “I figured I’d make a proper farmer’s wife out of you. What do you say?”

“Yes,” I gasped, staring down at the ring he held. “Yes, Travis. Oh my god, yes!”

He slipped the ring onto my finger. I was surprised that it actually fit. He wrapped me up into his arms and kissed me hard.

I wanted to be a farmer’s wife. I wanted to be his wife, my farmer, my SEAL, my bad boy. He was still a part of the Navy, but they were phasing him out of active duty, as per his request. He wanted to do something a little less life-threatening, he said, now that he had more than just his own life to worry about.

It was me and him. It was exactly what I wanted. The sun rose over the horizon, spilling beautiful morning sunlight across us as he kissed me hard beneath our peach trees.

“Now,” he grunted into my ear, “let’s work on getting a baby in you.”

I laughed and then fell into his kiss, lost in his body and his arms.

I wasn’t going anywhere. I was his, always would be his, no matter what.

I wanted him, all of him, as much of him as I could and more.