“I’m going to come.” Her voice trembles. “Come with me . . . please?”
Her request has me smiling. “Anything for you.”
My vision tunnels as she tenses beneath me—there she is.
“Hold it,” I warn. “Keep it right there for me, pretty girl. You come when I say.”
Heat builds low and fierce. I slow each thrust as we’re swallowed up by the wave, lost in each other. With shaking thighs, she pants.
“Now.”
She exhales hard, her release choking my cock, and the feel of her pulsing around me is all it takes. I lock down, buried deep, forcing her to take everything I have as pleasure rips through me. The release of spilling inside her is like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
My name sounds like a prayer when she comes. I pull all the way out and inch back in—she matches my movement, drawing out her orgasm. It feels so . . .right.
She’s ruined me. Any lingering guilt from forging her name earlier is gone. This was inevitable. Knowing it’s done helps me sleep at night.
When her body softens, I draw back so I can see her more clearly. Her silky hair is disheveled and fanned out over the pillow. She looks up through her lashes with glazed-over bedroom eyes. Her lips swollen and bruised, that gorgeous face wrecked and radiant—glowing from ecstasy.
My wife.
Unreal.
I set the tea on her nightstand, honey for her and lemon for me. She’s curled up in bed, with wild hair, soft eyes, and freshly fucked bliss still warm on her cheeks.
That wasn’t just sex, it was our beginning. She just doesn’t know it yet. I settle in behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and folding her into my chest. She fits so perfectly, beyondwhat’s physical. I press my lips to her shoulder, echoing her words. “I’ve wanted you like this for so long.”
She sighs contently, tea forgotten on the nightstand.
“Was it everything you imagined?” she asks.
“So much more.”
But she doesn’t know why. She has no idea what she just gave me. What we just did. She doesn’t know she just fucked her husband for the first time and consummated a marriage I made happen without her knowledge because it was the only way to make her untouchable. However, it wasn’t just about protecting her, it was about making her my wife and sinking my teeth in before anyone else got the chance.
I should feel guilty, and there is a small part of me that does, but it’s like a tiny knot in a long strand of thread. What I feel is full and fucking alive, because everything I care about is curled up in a white sheet and breathing heavily in my arms.
She told me she was mine.
I glance at Thor over my shoulder while loading a suitcase into the back of our rental van in the hotel’s parking garage. They have a loading zone near the convention center, but there were at least twelve vehicles lined up, so this is faster. We’ve got ninety minutes to get to the airport, return our rental, and then get through security. After two days of tattooing all day and partying all night, the guys are a little burned out. Kelly and I are in the same boat, though our late nights are attributed to other activities.
Thankfully, the guys already boxed up some of our supplies to ship back home last night—all the shit that’s too big to take on the plane. The hotel front desk printed the shipping labels for us, and it’ll go out with their other packages today. “Did you get that box of signage we had on the main table?”
“Yeah, it’s already in.”
“Who grabbed the tablets?” Casper asks.
Kelly raises her hand. “I’ve got them in my carry-on.”
“Thor, I met a girl you might be interested in,” Kelly says. She met some woman at the bar while he and I were taking care of the proxy marriage paperwork.
“What’s her Insta?” he asks. That’s a trick question.
Kelly shakes her head. “She doesn’t do social media.”
He cocks a sly smile. “You have my attention.”
She rolls her eyes. “She’s not local but says she travels to Minneapolis for work sometimes. I think she’s your type.”
