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my fist had just gone through a wall.
    “Sorry, I just want to…” He trailed off as he pulled away. “Do you need ice?”
    “Are you serious right now? I am trying to sleep. Can you both be quiet?” Austin said abruptly.
    Apparently, all the talking had not only woken her up, but pissed her off.
    Maybe the little fucker'll leave us alone now.
    “She's on her period,” I said to his shocked expression.
    His roaming eyes finally met mine.
    “Oh… oh, ah… I see,” he stammered and quickly handed her passport and wallet to me, clearly flustered.
    The jealous caveman in me relished it.
    Watching her be a bitch was a fucking turn-on.
    I pulled her legs across mine, tucking her closer as she nuzzled into my chest. Her soft body pressed to mine, molding to me... My body hummed with satisfaction and my arms tightened as I pulled her legs over my hardening dick. I couldn't find words for how good she felt. Pressing my lips to her crown, my eyes closed as I breathed her in, letting her invade my senses.
    “David, why are you hard?” she whispered groggily.
    “Everything about you makes me hard. Including you being a bitch to guys who are checking you out,” I said softly, unable to stop the smile from forming on my face.
    “I'm marrying a pervert,” she mumbled in that sexy rasp that made my cock jump.
    I squeezed her tighter. 
    “Yes, you are,” I whispered. If push came to shove, I wouldn't let her back out. I wasn't above emotional blackmail or some coercion to get her married to me.
    “I love you.” Her voice was barely a whisper; I wasn't even sure she knew she'd said it out loud. Like so many other of her unintended words, it affected me more because of it.
    “I love you so fucking much, sweet girl. I won't survive without you... I don't want to.” I buried my nose in her hair, breathing in the light, clean scent of her shampoo.
    After a long moment, once we had taken off and Rick had left us, she started tugging on her seatbelt. I'd never seen her like this, PMS-ing. It was adorable.
    “We'll be in the back,” I called loudly, knowing wherever the attendant was, he would hear me. I heard a cabinet close before he appeared.
    “Can I get you anything? Some ice—”
    I didn't wait for him to finish, unbuckling myself and Austin. Then scooping her up, I started moving toward the back cabin.
    “David, what's wrong with your hand?” she asked, looking down at her thigh were I held her.
    “I punched a wall at your house. I'll get it fixed as soon as we get back.” I maneuvered us through the doorway into the small room.
    “What happened?” she asked.
    “I thought you wanted to sleep. I'll tell you tomorrow, okay?” I countered, trying to avoid answering the question as I laid her down on the queen-sized bed.
    “Ice it,” she mumbled.
    Her concern for me was something I was waiting for, and it felt better than I imagined. I quickly agreed, keeping my voice soft, hoping she would go back to sleep.
    I was relieved she didn't press. It wasn't a subject I wanted to talk about right before getting married—I didn't want her thinking about him. Grabbing the extra blanket from the end of the bed, I covered her then went to the bathroom. Finding a first aid kit in a cabinet under the counter I quickly cleaned up my hand. It wasn't bad, but I told her I would ice it…
    I quietly made my way out of the cabin. 
    “I need some ice for my hand,” I said when I reached the front.
    “I'd do whatever she said too,” he said, like we were in on some secret together.
    And that just pissed me off.
    I leaned in close. “Is that what you were thinking about while you were staring at her tits?” My tone was venomous.
    “What? No—”
    “Save it,” I growled, roughly taking the bucket of ice from him.
    A few long strides and I was quietly shutting the bedroom door behind me. I kicked off my boots, then laid down, scooting in close, careful not to wake her. I positioned the bucket on my hip and buried my hand