“It’s okay, sweetheart. It takes some getting used to. When it comes to you, though, I’m going to use that privilege. If it had just been me traveling, I would have sat in first-class, but I would have sat there with all the other saps, and boarded and unboarded just like everyone else.”
I shook my head and said, “Under normal circumstances, I want it to be that way. I am not going to lie. First-class is more comfortable, but I don’t know about all the extra special treatment. On a normal trip. Right now, I just want to get home.”
After a few minutes, the car was on the highway, taking us back to the condo.
“When I learned I could hide by going commercial, and it made it harder for the media to get pictures, I started taking those flights. They look for the special treatment. However, with what happened in California, I am thankful for the special treatment, because not one camera was seen. I want to hold off having you in front of the cameras for a few days.”
“What about a formal engagement announcement?” I asked carefully.
“Do you want to do one? I didn’t think you would. I hadn’t even thought about it being a thing.” He said, taking my hand and running his thumb over the ring again.
“Wouldn’t it be expected for us to go through all the high-class announcements, engagement party, wedding shower, and all that?” I held onto his forearm and moved my thumb back and forth.
“Let me make something clear. I don’t give a shit about any of that, so if you don’t want to, then we won’t. I already don’t conform to the socialite protocol.” His voice was filled with something I couldn’t place, but when he looked at me, there was hope shining in his eyes. “We will only do what we want to do. I don’t have that many friends in the ranks, so it really doesn’t matter.”
I tilted my head to the side and studied him as the sexiest smirk I had seen on him in days crossed his face. “I don’t need to announce it to anyone. I’d be fine with just having a Judge sign the paperwork, have the lawyers finish putting your new name on everything, and be done with it. I know you, though. You want to celebrate and have a party. Have our friends come out and see your brother? Do something.”
“What about Malk? Your other friends too. I’m sure there are lots of people I need to meet.”
“You’ve already met Malk, and you know about Dustin. They are the only ones that really matter.”
“But I haven’t met him.” I sat up and faced him. “I would like to have the perfect wedding day, but only if you want to. I can let that go, if you are wholly opposed to a big event.”
“The wedding isn’t the part that I’m opposed to. I can’t wait for the day where I can legally call you Mrs. Allen. When the steward called you Mrs. Allen, you have no idea the kind of manly pride that went through me at that. To have my name attached to you. Fuck, it makes me so Gods dammed happy.” He let out a long breath as he said, “I just want to love and protect you, sweetheart. A wedding is going to create a media shitstorm. I don’t want them to ruin the day foryou.”
Rylie was always looking out for me. He was always concerned about me and my feelings. Yet, he didn’t appear to think about how important he was to me. I got up and straddled him, rolling my hips against him, until there was a wicked moan that came from him. “You know what I was thinking when that gun was pointed at me?”
His throat bobbed up and down a few times, and I saw the fear in his eyes again. I kissed his cheek and said, “My only regret was that I hadn’t walked down the aisle with you yet. That my legal name wasn’t Luci Allen.”
Rylie blinked, then pulled me close to him and kissed me. He stripped my sweater off me, and then clothes flew through the car. When he entered me, it was quick and with a force that rocked me to my bones. I moaned at the instant fullness of him within me. He held onto my hips as I rolled and ground against him. His lips were trailing down my neck as he said, “I will never announce you as anything else ever again.” He lifted me and then slammed me down on his cock. “We will set up a small ceremony, do it somewhere quiet and out of the way. Make it legal.”
Thrust.
“Let you have your day.”
Thrust.
“Have the officiator bind you in law and before the Gods.”
Thrust. I moaned and said, “And be Mrs. Allen forever.”
Rylie’s eyes met mine and there was a wicked look in his eye, as he lifted me just slightly and then pounded into me. “Fuck, Rylie.” I groaned.
The car shifted to the side as it went around a corner, and Rylie threw out his hand to brace us against the force of it. A voice came through the speaker. “Sorry, Mr. Allen.”
Rylie’s voice came through huskier than usual as he said, “It’s fine. Just get us there in one piece.”
“As you wish, Mr. Allen.”
No sooner had the speaker cut out, then he moved me to my knees before the seat and bent me over, and entered me from behind. The sounds of our skin connecting echoed through the cab.
When Rylie threaded his fingers through my ponytail, I squealed and met his thrust with one of my own. “That’s my good girl. Look at you take my cock.”
He reached down and tweaked a nipple, and then a smack sounded through the air. Moments later he was saying, “Cum for me, sweetheart.”
Smack after smack rang through the cab as he pounded into me and spanked my ass with each connection. “Rylieeeee.” I said as I fell over that edge. He picked up speed and pounded me through my orgasm. Then he was releasing himself into me.
He leaned forward, kissing my shoulder softly. I smiled as I looked back over my shoulder at him. I felt the blush on my cheeks, but just looked back down at the seat. He reached over and grabbed a rag and a water bottle, cleaning me up in the process.
