Ghost growled. Like actually growled. Becks’ eyes widened as her ovaries readied themselves for battle. Holyfuck…Whywas that so hot? It was animalistic and primal and may have impregnated her by immaculate conception. But holy hell!
Ghost kicked the door closed. The lights were off, but the curtains were open, shining the noon sunlight into the white room. He’d gotten them a room with a king bed, which was extra, and a large bathroom suite.
Becks squeaked in surprise when he none too gently dropped her onto the mattress. She sat up on her elbows in time to see him drop his phone, saddlebag, wallet, and gun on the dresser below the wall-mounted TV.
“Let’s get one thing straight,wife.” Becks forgot how to breathe at the word. That was the first time he’d called her that, and it just made their new reality so much more tangible. Ghost took off the olive greenHarley-DavidsonT-shirt he’d gotten married in. She’d caught glimpses of his chest tattoos and muscles back at her house because the man never seemed to wear a shirt, but this was different. This time she could look, because he washersto look at.
Ghost dropped the shirt to the floor and started working on the buckle around his black jeans. “You’remine. Only I will ever see your body naked. Only I will ever touch you, hold you, caress you. You will havemybabies. And under no circumstances will another maneversee you bare and splayed out before him. Every inch of your body is now my playground.” His belt hit the floor. “Now stand up.”
Becks had to scramble to get to her feet. Her heels nearly caught on the carpet in her haste to obey.
“Good girl,” Ghost praised.
He reached into his pocket again and pulled out the knife that had already cut two other pieces of clothing off her that morning. The way he opened it and maneuvered it was intimidating. He was clearly practiced in wielding it, not likethe amateur thugs who walked around with butterfly knives or switch blades.
In a quick swipe, he cut through the thin lace of her halter top. The dress had buttons in the back, though she didn’t have time to tell him. His knife-wielding skills might be intimidating, but they were also impressive and hot as hell. Why did she suddenly see a lot of shopping in her future to replace cut clothing?
He carefully worked the blade into the bodice of her dress, right between her breasts. But he did not cut through her bra. Was that intentional? She wasn’t sure. He kept going, working the blade all the way down past her hips.
Shivers wracked her body as anticipation sang in her blood. Without the halter to hold it up, the dress split down the middle and fell at her feet.
She stood there in her white corset bra, panties, garter, and heels. When she’d dressed that morning, she anticipated a very different scenario. This never even crossed her mind, and yet it was so much better than she could have ever hoped.
She still hadn’t fully processed what had happened at the church—both with Ritchie’s interruption and her decision to follow through with her wedding, just with a different groom. But at the moment, she didn’t care. She’d overthink and analyze everything later. Right now, she had a sexy, half-naked man in front of her, and she had never felt more beautiful.
Becausehethought she was beautiful. He took in her messy hairdo from the helmet, her full breasts and round belly, her curvy hips and stretch marks, and down to her thick thighs and high heels. His gaze trailed over every inch of her, and she could see the truth of his words in his green eyes. She understood why he’d said at the church that his opinion of her mattered the most, even above her own. Because he saw her flaws. Saw them, and appreciated them. Maybe even loved them.
Ghost kicked away her destroyed dress and tossed his closed knife onto the floor next to his belt. “Get on your knees, Rebel. You’re going to take my boots off, open up my jeans, and then suck your husband’s cock.”
Becks’ heart nearly leapt from her chest at the command. The air between them thickened as Ghost stared down at her, waiting and demanding. She loved his authority. It soothed her first-time jitters. She might not be a virgin, but there was always a level of intimidation with a new partner. With Ghost, though, it felt natural, like she’d gone down onto her knees in front of him a thousand times.
The berber carpet rubbed against her knees. The rough caress no doubt would leave marks. Her heart drummed in her chest, like sounding a war cry.
Becks wasn’t nervous, though. She didn’t think it was because they were married. At the end of the day, that was just a piece of paper. No, it washim. It wasthem. Somehow, someway, after only two days of knowing each other, they fit. They worked. It settled something inside her, and despite being the one on her knees, she felt confident and sexy.
Reaching for his boot laces, she arched her back to give him a better view of her ample cleavage. Her dress wasn’t revealing, but her lingerie certainly was. Just like with her heels, Becks always felt better about herself when she wore a sexy bra and panty set.
It took her a second to figure out how his boots were laced. He had wrapped them around his ankles, like they did in the military. After she removed his shoes and socks, she reached for the button of his jeans.
Ghost’s fingers worked their way into her hair, pulling out all the pins and clips that held her hair in the twisted knot at the base of her skull. She liked how his fingers scratched her scalp ashe worked, and she imagined him doing the same in the shower as he washed her hair.
“I didn’t tell you to stop, Rebel.”
Becks blinked, startled. She hadn’t meant to stop either, but his unintentional massage had felt so good that she’d closed her eyes and started to lean into his touch. Trying to shake the fantasy of them in the shower, Becks turned her attention back to his pants. She worked them over his hips and down his legs, revealing thick muscles and tattooed thighs.
She trailed her eyes all the way up his powerful build to meet his penetrating gaze. “Is this the part where I call you ‘sir’ and ask permission to see how many licks it takes to get to your center?” She wrapped her hand around his wide girth. “I’m told the average is two-hundred and fifty-two.”
Jesus H.Christ… Ghost had never been in love before. He knew platonic love, like that he had for his club brothers and fellow sailors, but not like this. Whatever this was—this bond and connection building between them—was different, powerful, and life altering.
Looking down at Becks on her knees before him, so fucking sexy in that white lingerie, and seeing the trust she had in him, he concluded that this had to be love. And if it wasn’t, then he didn’t want love. He wanted this,her, and would kill anyone who threatened to take it away from him.
His ego had gotten a good boost when she’d opened his jeans and her eyes had widened slightly at the sight of his erection. Some might consider him short in height, though he was on the higher side of average for a man, but he in no way would ever be accused of having a small dick.
Ghost continued to pull the gazillion clips and pins holding her hair together out as he answered her sassy inquiry. “I’m not your Dom, baby. I’m yourhusband. Call me ‘sir’ or ‘honey-bunny boo-boo’, it makes no difference to me, so long as those pretty, red lips still wrap themselves around my cock.” Hoping he’d liberated her hair enough, Ghost tossed the pins onto the dresser behind him and carefully stepped out of his jeans without disturbing her hold on him. “And for the record, I can guarantee it won’t take you two-hundred and fifty-two licks.”
Her laugh was husky, sending hot breath over his sensitive skin. “Let’s test that theory.”
Her lips parted, like an offering to him, and Ghost’s dickthrobbedwith desire. When she closed her lips around the head of his cock and sucked ever so lightly, Ghost had to stifle the most pitiful whimper. She smiled wickedly around his dick, the little minx.
