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a lazy smile spreads across the man's jaw as he sits himself up against the headboard, hands folding in front of him. with this angle, he has a better view of her. a low chuckle escaping his throat with the realization of what she had slipped on. she didn't even dare button it, he couldn't look away. blakely had legs for days. such perfect legs the man could spend his entire morning touching and kissing them, worshipping. fuck, was he whipped?

without hesitation he laughs with her, throwing the ivory blanket off to the side he jumps up quickly, brown orbs scanning the room intensely in all of the chaos they truly did create. ( scattered bottles, pizza boxes, love notes, all of their clothes ) playful orbs look at her once more, she was a vision. ❝ is that so? ❞ there was one item he's looking for in particular. with success, he reaches for the item and holds it high in the air, brows wiggling. ❝ i think this would fit one leg. . . . i think i'll keep it instead. ❞ her tiny black thong.

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five years, four days, 35645 seconds later . . . nathan finally found the perfect spot for the pair to just . . . be them. married. it took a year to plan himself and from his prying eyes of a wife, how nosey she had become. it was endearing, it made his heart whole. they had just shy of thirty two days to themselves on a private island. it took several weeks to convince blakely to agree, and take off that much work. he had promised it was for their own good, that they needed this. nathan needed this with his wife. his own hauntings, his duties as his father's son, the back and fourth between chicago and new york, it started to take a toll on him.

nathanial adored his wife, adored how much she put into her career, how passionate she was for the sport. the man remembers his first ever hockey game with her at her playoffs home game, her cheeks he will never forget the way they had been so wide and full, bright and surely had to ache from all the smiling and yelling she had been doing. he swore, he fell for her then.

even now, while they were supposed to be fully taking advantage of relaxing, blakely had challenged him several times throughout the day, at first it was harmless, little games of who could race to boat the fastest, throwing rocks out to the water, swimming distances — it was amusing, watching the playful side of his wife come out. sometime after dinner on the beach, with the sun sinking into the horizon she became rather ravenousness of him, them. challenging them in a another frenzy of who can finish who first. it never mattered to him, nathan would always allow her to win, her facial expressions was always his win.

finally, he embraces his wife in his arms as they danced along the beach in the night. soft music plays from their private villa a few yard away, feet bare in the sand. nathan spins her, he watches the way her orbs winkle slightly, her platinum sun kissed hair whipped in the hot air, her smile falters, he feels her hand slip from his slightly, nathan chuckles slightly, as exhaustion swept through his wife. without hesitation he's picking her up bridal style, two orbs look down at her carefully, there was a look he's never seen in her sapphire eyes, was she worried? ❝ i've got you. ❞ he promises, taking a step forward in the sand towards their suite. nathan takes full care of his wife as soon as he crosses the threshold of the suite.

mariana  didn't  know  what  to  expect  when  kayce  invited  her  along  to  the  bullet  to  meet  the  rest  of  the  team.  practice  roping  with  the  proud  city  girl  wouldn't  have  been  her  first  guess.  mari  winces  outta  sympathy  when  the  marshal's  thrown  loop  goes  wide,  missing  the  dummy's  horns  altogether.  “  it  ain't  as  easy  as  it  looks.  ”

⁽ 𝓽𝓮𝔁𝓽: my heart. ⁾ : so many ideas, blakely. ⁽ 𝓽𝓮𝔁𝓽: my heart. ⁾ : first, i'd undress you, bare. ⁽ 𝓽𝓮𝔁𝓽: my heart. ⁾ : hold you. ⁽ 𝓽𝓮𝔁𝓽: my heart. ⁾ : then fuck you. ⁽ 𝓽𝓮𝔁𝓽: my heart. ⁾ : because it's been two fucking weeks.