“Excuse me,” she snaps. “I am not groveling for you.”
“As beautiful as that would be,” I pause, watching the rise and fall of her chest. “I’m not talking about you crawling and groveling to me. Although now that I’ve pictured it, I will be adding that to a long list of things to explore later.” I rub my thumb across my bottom lip, imagining Ever on her knees before me in nothing but a G-string and a smile has my cock swelling behind the zipper of my jeans. “I meant you need to work out how you plan on apologizing to the club. The last time you were around the clubhouse, you managed to piss off a majority of the people there and since you’re going to be my wife, you’ll be around all those people a lot. So, you are definitely going to need to start with a sincere, heartfelt apology,” I tease. “But knowing Sadie, you should have a backup plan. I’m thinking a grand gesture type of thing.”
“Mason.” She scrubs a hand down her face. Everly is flustered and frustrated, and I don’t think I’ve ever seen a prettier shade of pink on a woman’s cheeks before. “We arenotgetting married.”
My phone chimes.
“Yes, we are. You just told that nice old woman we are.” I lean in close and whisper, “You wouldn’t want her to think you’re a liar, would you? And what about Kaylie? We wouldn’t want her thinking her big sister is a hypocrite, would we?”
I check the incoming text.
Parisi: One hour. Judge Harper. $500 cash no questions. Witnesses will be provided.
“No. I’m not. We’re not.” Everly groans. “I’ll tell Mrs. Pennington we called it off. I don’t know. I’ll tell her, things were moving too fast, and I got cold feet.”
Ever’s suggestion pisses me off. “No.”
“What do you mean, no?” she retorts. “Mason, be serious.” She’s got both hands on her hips. Her face is turning red. There’s a fire in her eyes, and I can’t think of a time I’ve ever thought she was more beautiful.
“I am being one hundred percent serious.” I take a step toward her, cradling her face in my hands as I call Kaylie, “Hey, Squirt.”
Kaylie drops her colors on the table with a thud. Her little head popping up. “Uh-huh?”
“Take Winston and your coloring stuff into your room, will ya? I need to talk to your sissy about some very grown-up things. I’ll come get you when we’re all done and we’ll play a game, okay?”
Everly’s eyes fill with heat. Her body shudders beneath my touch.
See, baby. Your body knows. I just need to get that head of yours on board.
“Can we play the matching game?” Kaylie asks.
“Whatever you want, kid.” It takes seconds for Kaylie to clean up her stuff and disappear down the hall. I don’t let go of Ever.
“With candy for a snack?” Kaylie barters. The kid is sharp and a fucking sugar junkie.
“Yep.”
Kaylie gives the one arm “whoop” and takes off.
“Mason,” Everly whimpers.
Before she can get another word out, I devour her. My tongue breaches her lips, swirling inside her mouth, tasting and teasing her. Everly doesn’t move at first, holding onto her stubbornness.When my teeth scrape her bottom lip, she whimpers, and I know I have her.
Her hand grips the back of my head, tugging at the hair there as she fights for dominance. Her tongue battling with mine. I walk her back, pushing her over the side of the couch until she’s flat on her back and I have her pinned beneath me.
“We’re getting married.Today.”I kiss her again, slowly. “You’re mine, Ever. Get it through your head now, because once we take those vows,” I reach my hand between us, cupping the heat of her pussy through her clothes with my hand. “This is going to be mine too. Every fucking inch of you will be mine for the taking.” I kiss her again, hard. “The savoring.” Another harsh kiss. “The tasting.”
Her hips begin to move against my hand seeking relief, but I pull back, breaking the kiss and putting a stop to everything.
“What are you doing?” she asks, panting. Her pupils are dilated. Her lips are pink and swollen. She’s fucking gorgeous like this, but I won’t fuck her until she admits to the truth.
“I’m not taking you until you say,I do,” I tell her firmly. “And you better hurry up. We need to go.”
“Uugghhh. Fucking asshole,” She groans, pushing at my chest, squirming beneath me as she tries to escape. “Get off me.”
“No.”
“Mason, I swear to God if you don’t get off of me, I’m going to scream bloody fucking murder.”
