Life With My Brothers Best Friend

Chapter 2

The flight is extremely boring, the flight attendant said we'll be there in about twenty minutes, but that's still a really long time.

I'm not wearing my wedding dress obviously, but I am wearing a white, tight dress that I decided to wear.

Brittni had already packed my bags for me because she knew exactly where we are going, but Colten took my bags before I could check to give me a hint. Damn him.

"Nik...Nikki," Colten shakes my shoulders. I open my eyes and blink a couple times. "We've landed."

Great.

I immediately pop up from my seat and grab my carry on.

"Hurry up, Colten, I'm so excited to see where we are!" I squeak.

It may be two in the morning, but I'm too excited to be tired. Not to mention all the sex-

"Nikki, let's go," he chuckles and we walk out of the plane. Me gushing about how excited I am, hopping like a little kid while Colten stares at me with adoration.

We get out into the hot air, the humid feeling making me feel sticky.

"Where are we, Colten?" I ask.

I see the outlines of palm trees, even in the dark.

"This, baby, is San Juan, Puerto Rico," he smiles, looking at the side of face.

"Your kidding," I jump up and down, holding on to his hand.

"Nope, wait until you see the house."

House?

The car ride to the house is about twenty minutes.

When we pull up the lights are on outside, showing me the brick and tan stone.

The windows are big, the house is huge.

"Colten," I gasp and get out of the car.

I walk to wards the house, having to look up seeing how big it is.

Suddenly, I'm swept off my feet and into the arms of my husband.

"Whoa," I squeak with a laugh.

Colten's strong arms keep me held bridal style, unlocking the door to what's going to be our house for the next two weeks.

Wow, two weeks in this house? I can handle that.

The entry way is absolutely stunning, a glass chandelier hanging over sandy, tiled floor.

"Wow, you really out did yourself," I smirk.

"Anything for my baby girl," he says, and walks towards the spiral stair case.

The house is all opened concept, and the ceilings are fourteen feet high.

The upstairs is carpeted in a cream color, and the doors are wooden, but a really nice brown that's polished. The color of the front door.

We come to one door in particular, a double door and Colten throws them open reveling a huge king size bed. It has to be better than king size, like giant size.

The sheets are white with a brown bed frame, doors leading to a balcony and a door leading to the on suite.

Colten sets me down on the ground. I stand still, feeling his broad figure behind me.

His rough fingers move the hair from my left side to my right, exposing my neck.

"Your officially mine," he whispers in my neck, his hot breath making goosebumps rise.