The Runaway Mail-Order Bride Read Online Alexa Riley (Mail-Order Brides #3)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Billionaire, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Mail-Order Brides Series by Alexa Riley
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Total pages in book: 24
Estimated words: 21996 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 110(@200wpm)___ 88(@250wpm)___ 73(@300wpm)
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The kids are listening more intently than they ever have before, and I look over to both of our moms, who are smiling along with them. We brought them along and they are turning into the kids now, too. This place might just have some power to it after all.

“Okay!” Willow says as she points in the direction of where to go. “Let do it!”

I take her hand in mine and we make our way around the park. Seeing how happy she is and how happy she’s made everyone else here today warms the place in my heart that belongs to her.

“Hey,” I say as I pull her to a stop and the others walk ahead.

“Everything okay?” she asks as she looks up at me.

I pull her into my arms and kiss her lips. “I just wanted to kiss the most beautiful woman in the most magical place on earth.”

She sighs with pure happiness and leans into me. “You keep that up and I might get you a Mickey Mouse ice cream,” she says, running her hands up my chest.

“Is that code for pussy?” I ask hopefully.

She shakes her head and laughs, then pulls me by the collar to catch up to the family. “You play your cards right and you might get to see my Magic Kingdom tonight.”

My eyebrows pull together as I stare at her in confusion. She giggles, but I really need to know.

Epilogue

Dane

Four years after that…

“Dad?” my oldest daughter calls from the open door.

I’m on the back porch with Willow in my lap. The sun is shining and she wanted to read a book outside, so I came out here with her. We’ve got a big couch that she loves to stretch out on, and I usually nap while she plays with my hair.

“Yeah, babe. What’s up?” I ask, wiping the sleep out of my eyes.

She comes outside with us, and two of her sisters follow behind. I look at them and look at Willow, and she shrugs, like she doesn’t know what’s up either.

“Can you tell us how you and mom met?” Mara asks, and my body clenches in panic.

“It’s, um, I…-” I look anywhere but at my daughters I wasn’t prepared for this conversation, even though I knew one day they might ask.

Willow was always so good distracting them when they were little and they’d want to know. But now that they are older, we can’t distract from the question by offering cookies. Can we? “Who wants some chocolate?” I try, but Katie crosses her arms and narrows her eyes just like her mom.

Damn it.

To my shock Willow giggles. When my eyes meet hers she shrugs like it’s no big deal. But no way am I about to admit the truth.

“Well, um, that’s an interesting story,” I begin, but stumble again to find the words.

“Girls,” Willow says as she places her hand on mine. “I’ve told you before, your father and I met online. Why are you coming to ask him?”

Her tone is calm but final. Those little tricksters tried to get a different story from me.

“I told you we should have asked him when he was alone,” Melissa whispers loudly to the others.

“They’re never alone,” the Katie hisses.

“Fine,” the leader of the girls Mara says and sighing heavily. “One day we’ll get to the bottom of this story.”

“You don’t believe me?” Willow asks as she lies back and picks up her book again.

“There’s something fishy about you two. Nobody is that in love.”

I wrap my arms tighter around Willow and smile at them. “Sure they are. And maybe one day when you’re sixty you’ll find it, too.” The girls gripe and complain as they leave the porch. Willow laughs. “I’m not joking,” I say, and it makes her laugh even harder. “No dating until they’re able to get a senior discount at Target.”

“You’re ridiculous,” she says and rolls over so she can face me. “And that’s why I love you.”

“I hope it’s not the only reason,” I say, and she pretends to think it over.

“No, but it’s a good one.”

“So we’re sticking to the story that we met online?” I ask, and she nods. “I guess it’s better than the truth.”

“They’ll hear the truth one day,” she says, laying her head on my chest. “Just when they’re old enough to understand what it means and that it could have seriously gone in the other direction.”

“So like I said, when they’re sixty,” I say, and squeeze her.

“You might be on to something.” Her hands move down my body to the waist of my jeans.

Her delicate fingers trace the edge where my T-shirt has ridden up and a little of my stomach is showing. She’s teasing me and she knows it.

“Think you might want to be on something, too?” My voice is low as I move my hands to her ass and palm her cheeks. My cock grows between us and presses against her soft belly.



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