“Isn’t that a visitor?” she says.
“Fuck ’em. Nothing’s more important than this.” I go back to kissing my wife.
Her phone starts ringing, and she pushes me away gently. “I’m sorry, but I have to take this.”
“Let them leave a voice—”
“It might be about my mom.” She tries to smile, but falters. Anxiety cools the heat in her eyes.
I hold her hand as she picks up her phone. A small frown creases the skin between her eyebrows.
“What is it?”
“It’s Adam.”
What the fuck?The bastard’s transparent attempt to screw with me amplifies my frustration. “Ignore it.”
“It might be important. He wouldn’t call me this late if it weren’t.”
“He’s trying to cock-block me.”
She gives me anare you seriouslook. “That is just beyond ludicrous.”
“Fine,” I grind out, realizing she isn’t going to give in. “We’ll see who’s right.”
She answers the phone, putting Adam on speaker, as though that will prove me wrong. I sit behind her, wrap my arm around her belly, place kisses along the sensitive skin on the side of her neck, then suck, just the way she likes.
Her breathing hitches. She clears her throat. “Adam, is everything okay? It’s so late.”
“Am I interrupting anything?” he says, his words slightly slurred.
“It’s our wedding night. What do you think?” I demand, cupping her breasts.
The line goes silent. Perhaps he got the hint and hung up.
Grace bites her lip, then bats at my hand, but I shake my head. “You said he isn’t trying to cock-block me. Prove it,” I whisper into her ear, then nip the earlobe so she knows I’m serious.
Air shivers in her lungs. I lick the spot I nipped. She trembles with need and digs her fingers into my wrists, trying to fight for control. I pull down the bodice of her gown and flick my fingers across her beaded nipples. Her back arches; her ass subtly grinds into me. She feels amazing against my hard cock. It’s been so long.
“I’m at your house,” says Adam.
Grace stops with a gasp. Rage shoots to the top of my skull.
“The one owned by that man, I mean,” he adds.
“What thefuck?” I thunder.
The bastard ignores me and talks to her again. “I have to talk to you. Now. My Uber left, so I can’t go home.”
“Unless you want to hear my wife screaming my name as she comes, stop calling.” I kill the call and plunder her mouth. Jealousy is an ugly beast that rides me as I plunge my tongue into her mouth, like I’m fucking it. But what the hell? How’s a man supposed to be calm when another man who obviously covets his wife shows up on their wedding night?
Her phone rings again. And again. The security system beeps over and over. I ignore them, but Grace grows too tense. Every time I stoke her fire, the phone and security system going off throw a bucket of water on it.
Finally, it’s too much. “I’m going to murder that son of a bitch!” I grind out, pulling away from her to beat the absoluteshitout of this guy.
She wraps both arms around my waist, momentarily preventing me from getting up off the bed. “Huxley, stop. Please. Give me five minutes to deal with Adam,” she says in a small, half embarrassed half cajoling voice. “And we can do whatever you want afterward.”
Chapter Thirty-Four
