As if overhearing us, Ezra called out, “Don’t give up the day job, Devil. Go start the honeymoon already.”
To cheers and whistles, I grabbed Dev’s hand, and we waved and hustled across the lawn to the far end, where a separate house—orcasita, as Ezra informed us they called them out here—awaited us for our wedding night. I didn’t know what to expect, but when we entered the stucco structure and turned on the light, we both stopped and stared.
“Damn,” I whispered. “This is somethin’ else, even for Southern California.”
“Yeah. And they say Texas is go big or go home,” Dev concurred. “They haven’t seen La Jolla.”
Bouquets of flowers covered almost every available countertop and table. Another wedding cake—two tiers instead of three, and chocolate—sat in the middle of the dining table, along with a bucket of champagne on ice and two crystal flutes.
The room had to be at least thirty feet long and twenty feet wide, with an extra-large sectional sofa facing the wide windows. Large modern art pieces were placed around the room. The floor was cream marble with beautiful inlay work. A large fireplace took up one wall, and the gleaming white kitchen ran the length of the other.
Hand in hand, we kicked off our shoes and walked through the space. I peeked in the refrigerator and found it stocked with champagne, juices, water, and beer, along with caviar, shrimp cocktail, oysters, and smoked salmon, with cheeses on a platter. The freezer held at least five flavors of ice cream.
“I’m kinda full from dinner. We can save all this for a midnight snack,” Dev mused but wandered over to the dining table and couldn’t resist swiping his finger through a blob of icing from the cake. “Mmm, buttercream.” He kissed me, and I licked his lips and tongue.
“Delicious. Both the chocolate and you. Let’s grab this bottle and get to the bedroom. We don’t need the glasses.”
The bedroom was almost as spectacular as the living area, with a huge, oversized bed, another fireplace, and fluffy rugs on the pale wooden floor. Glass sliders led to a small deck, where a Jacuzzi waited. Dev unbuttoned his shirt and pulled the curtains shut, then took off his pants. He tossed the clothes to the chair in the corner.
“Ezra had them bring our suitcases here, I see.” He sat on the bed, and I crawled across it to be near him.
“We’re not gonna need any clothes for the rest of the night.”
Dev leaned into my chest, and I kissed his neck, moving down to the collarbone while teasing his nipples. He hummed his approval and reached out to the nightstand. “I wonder if Ezra provided us with—” He cackled. “That crazy idiot. Look at this.”
He scooped out a handful of colored dildos in multiple widths and lengths, candy-flavored lube, and edible underwear. Dev waggled his brows. “I do love me some edible undies.”
I could feel my face burning. “I can’t believe him,” I muttered as Dev crawled across the bed to the other nightstand and opened it, whooping with more laughter.
“You’re not gonna believe this.”
I raised my eyes to the ceiling. “Why do I doubt that, knowing Ezra?” When I faced Dev, he held a jar of chocolate syrup and a canister of whipped cream. “Oh, for God’s sake,” I groaned. “What is wrong with that man?”
Dev uncapped the whipped cream, pointed the spout to his mouth, and squirted. I watched as his tongue swept over his lips, and my cock stirred. Maybe Ezra wasn’t so ridiculous after all. Lust slammed through me, and without giving Dev any warning, I pounced on him and yanked off his briefs.
Beneath me, Dev lay spread-eagled and grinning. “Give it to me, baby.” He handed me the canister. I copied him, but I took it further and swallowed his cock, sucking the hard, heavy length as the sweetness filled my throat.
“Oh, damn, that’s good. All creamy and foamy,mmm.” Dev moaned deep in his throat, and I licked the lingering drips of whipped cream from his shaft. I dove in again, taking him in fully. “Brody,” he cried out. “Fuck.” His avid gaze was pinned to me sliding up and down his dick. “That’s so damn hot.”
I released him, not wanting him to come too soon. “Not ready,” I panted and coated one of the dildos—neon pink with ridges—in cherry-flavored lube. I handed it to Dev and got on all fours. Dev teased the flared head on my hole, then licked it in long, wet laps of his tongue, before pushing it in to the hilt. “Goddamn,” I grunted, working my raging hard-on, while Dev dragged the slippery toy in and out of my passage, lighting me up as he drove in faster and faster. I lost control and came, spilling hot and heavy onto the sheets.
“That’s it, you’re ready now.” Dev tossed aside the dildo and sank inside me, his thick cock huge and heavy.
“So good, so fucking good,” I panted, still in the throes of my climax. Strong hands dug into my hips, and Dev thrust hard until he groaned and came, filling me with his come. Sweaty and panting, we lay curled around each other.
“You’re even hotter now that you’re my husband.” He kissed my shoulder and up my neck, his lips curving upward. “I’ve never fucked a married man.”
“Your married man. Forever.”
Dev slid out of me, and we took a shower together, then opened the bottle of champagne and relaxed in the hot tub, passing it between us. Dev ran his foot over mine.
“I saw you and your mom had an intense-looking conversation.”
I swallowed some more of the champagne. “Yeah. I needed to tell her how I felt about Theo and that I was sorry I treated him like I did.” The water’s frothy bubbles mesmerized me.
Dev inched toward me and put a hand on my arm. “Was it cathartic? Do you feel better now that you’ve gotten it out in the open?”
I had to think for a moment. “I’m not sure. Yeah, I’m glad I got to tell Momma how I felt, but it doesn’t make it better. I definitely coulda been a nicer person to Theo. And I’ll never get the chance to do that.” My sigh resonated, and I drank more of the champagne.
