I paused only a second before shaking my head. The anticipation of the unknown was almost better than the reality. Not knowing when he’d use it, or how it’d feel was a turn-on in and of itself.
His eyes heated, and he wrapped an arm around me, pressing his palm flat against my stomach. He tugged me back until I was flush against him, no mistaking how much he’d enjoyed making me come. “It’s going to be so good, kitten. I’m going to give this pussy exactly what it needs.”
I didn’t doubt that. Ford was the most unselfish lover I’d ever been with—by miles—and I couldn’t say I wasn’t going to miss that whenever this thing between us was over. Whenever we went back to our real lives instead of playing pretend.
“One more,” he said, grabbing the other box and holding it out in front of me.
“I’m not sure how you’re going to top a vibrator, but good luck, I guess.”
He chuckled lowly, his eyes locked on me in the mirror, and waited for me to open it. I pulled off the top to find a black velvet box nestled inside. My brows went up, and I glanced at him as I pulled it out.
“Don’t look so surprised. I told you I ordered a ring. I was just waiting for it to get here.”
Holding my breath, I lifted the lid of the velvet box, nervous of what I’d find inside. What if I hated it? But I shouldn’t have worried. Ford seemed to be able to read me with ease…better than anyone else in my life.
Nestled in the black velvet was a simple rose gold band…exactly what I would have chosen if I’d been told to pick it myself. I pulled it out, ready to slide it on my finger, but engraving on the inside of the band caught my eye. I brought it closer, studying the words etched there.
No take backs
I stood frozen, reading the words over and over again, a lump caught in my throat. I was thrown right back to all the times he’d said those words before—the coin flip before the dinner that changed my life, as he’d drafted our contract, right before he’d kissed me for the first time as my husband…
“You like it?” he asked, a hint of uncertainty threading through his tone. “You can get something different if you—”
“No,” I said too quickly, my voice shaky. Unable to lift my gaze to his, I stared at the ring and swallowed down the knot in my throat. “It’s perfect.”
“Good,” he said, relief clear in his tone. Then he pressed a kiss to my temple before stepping back and slapping my ass. “Then it’s time to slide that on your finger, and let’s go. I want to show off my wife.”
CHAPTERTWENTY-FIVE
FORD
My wife wasthe hottest fucking thing in this room, and I was seriously starting to worry about the side effects of walking around with a hard-on for hours on end.
We’d sat through the boring-ass ceremony, choked down a bland dinner, and now were suffering through part of the dance. And that entire time, I’d been playing with our new toy. Whether Quinn was sitting right next to me as she had been during the ceremony and dinner, or was across the room chatting with someone as she was now, it didn’t matter. I’d lost count of how many times I’d turned it on. How many times I’d gotten her to the brink of coming, only to turn it off and leave her shaking with need.
I couldn’t tell if she loved or hated it. Her horny eyes looked shockingly similar to her murder eyes, which was only making things worse for me because they both turned me the fuck on. Thank Christ I had a suit jacket to hide exactly how much I was enjoying this, because I really hadn’t thought this through.
I should’ve known better. Should’ve known I’d be rock fucking hard witnessing Quinn’s reaction to every flick of my finger. How she’d shift in her seat, stutter midsentence, or grip the back of a chair, head hanging, as if she was trying to hold herself upright. How her hand shook as she lifted a glass to her lips, her horny murder eyes locked on mine from across the room while I tormented us both.
But now… Now, the countdown was on. We’d put in our time, made our appearances, and I was ready to take my wife home and fuck her until we both tapped out.
Hell, I wasn’t even sure we’d make it home.
Maybe we’d just get as far as the parking lot. She could ride me right there in the front seat of the Jeep. She’d be so wet from being edged all night that I’d be able to slide right in, even while she was wearing the vibe. With the added thickness it provided and the buzz directly against her clit, she’d be coming in seconds, and I wouldn’t be far behind.
My cock throbbed at the thought, and yeah… It was time to drag my wife out of here, whether or not I’d actually spoken to Chelsea. I didn’t even know if she’d seen me and Quinn tonight. And I found I just…didn’t care.
Not when I knew exactly what the rest of my night was going to consist of. Not when I knew who was waiting to go home with me.
I started toward Quinn across the room, my steps only speeding up when that fucking groomsman sidled up next to her at the bar. Again. He’d already asked her to dance, which she’d politely declined. Then not-so-politely excused herself when I’d turned on the vibrator just to make a point. And now this fucker was back for more? Not on my watch.
I ignored calls of my name and those trying to talk to me, my attention focused solely on my wife. She had on herI’m not interested in your bullshitface—a face I fucking loved, by the way—and this guy wasn’t taking the hint. Finally, after shaking her head three different times and saying no at least twice, she turned around and walked away while he was in the middle of talking.
Jesus Christ, I loved that woman.
My steps faltered as the thought slammed into me. I stood frozen in the middle of the reception hall, eyes locked on where Quinn had disappeared, my thoughts consumed by her. Though that wasn’t anything new. I couldn’t remember a time I hadn’t been consumed by her, but this felt different.
Heavier.
