Chapter Five

 

 

When I Now Pronounce You His & Hers

The ceremony was a blur. I hadn’t meant to zone out on it, truly, but once you’ve had one Vegas wedding, you’ve seen the extent of what the twenty-four-hour chapels have to offer. My mind was otherwise engaged with thoughts of after the wedding.

There was no way for me to know if he was being genuine when we arrived back at the hotel and he offered to walk me back to my suite, or if he was simply acting the part of a gentleman. I just didn’t know him well enough—or at all if I were being completely honest—which might have been sad to say for a man I had just pledged ‘til death do us part, but for the sake of being completely transparent I could admit that, presently, the only part of him I was truly interested in becoming acquainted with was encased in a pair of leather pants that fit him so well they made me want to sink my teeth into his ass. Which is why, when he asked me what floor I was staying on after we stepped on the surprisingly empty elevator at 7:53 in the morning, I looked him in the eye and told him that I was staying with my husband.

We stepped out of the elevator onto a floor that looked identical to mine, save for the fact that there were fewer doors on either side of the wide hallway. I followed him past three doors and waited for him to let us inside, holding his phone up to a black pad on the wall under the room number. Once it lit green, he turned down the handle and pushed open the door, allowing me to enter before him.

He didn’t have much to say once we were inside—actually, he hadn’t said much since we’d said our I do’s, and maybe that would have raised a red flag if it weren’t for his constant yawning. Clearly, he was tired and since it was now after eight in the morning, I’d even venture to say that he might be exhausted. With that in mind, I was unsure of my next move. Looking at this incredibly attractive man and knowing that he wasn’t just mine for the night but in a legal sense, as well, had me impossibly horny, but I didn’t want to be insensitive. On top of that, I was feeling a little tired myself. Not too tired to fuck him once, at least, but definitely too tired to get on top, which was a problem because that was undeniably my favorite position.

Bypassing the couch completely, I sat on the edge of the bed, planting my hands behind me and leaning back on my arms, watching him intently as he moved about the room. Standing at the dresser that held the large flat screen television, he removed all of the rings and bracelets from both hands, setting the adornments on the dresser. He moved methodically like this was second nature to him, and I was captivated. Watching him performing even menial tasks was fascinating to me. Once he fished his wallet out of his back pocket and added it to the pile, he grabbed the executive chair from the desk and rolled it over to the bed, sitting down and pulling my foot into his lap in one smooth motion.

With deft fingers, he unhooked the buckles on my platform heel, placed it beside him on the floor, and gripping my foot tightly, he began to knead the flesh.

“Any activities planned for today?”

Hands that knew exactly where to go and how much pressure to use pulled a soft moan of satisfaction out of me before I could filter it into a less telling grunt. Clearing my throat, I attempted to answer his question.

“Unfortunately, yes. There is a jazz brunch at eleven but thankfully, it’s the last event of the weekend because our flight leaves at six. Mmm. What about you?”

He moved on to the second foot, placing the shoe alongside the other and digging his thumbs into my arch. “I was supposed to meet J and Lisa for breakfast in,” he glanced somewhere behind me and I turned to see the digital clock on the nightstand, “about an hour, but that’s obviously canceled.”

As soon as he said that, I started to pull my foot out of his lap. “Oh, I can go to my own room so you can do your thing—”

He stopped me from completing my sentence by tapping me on the calf. “I highly doubt my brother will make an appearance at that breakfast. I’ll catch up with them later. Right now, you and I need to take a nap. I don’t know about you, but I’ve had a long day.”

I nodded. “God, yes! I’ve been up since seven because Toy wanted to try an authentic Vegas-style buffet. From there, we’ve been ripping and running. And now…it’s been more than twenty-four hours since I’ve had any sleep.”

“Exactly.” He dropped my foot and pushed back in the chair, moving it back into its place under the desk, then coming to stand in front of me. “Stand up.”

I scrambled to my feet, eager to see what was next on his agenda. Hopefully, it was dick. Lots of dick.

“Turn around.”

When I did so, he brushed my hair to the side of my neck and asked me to hold it while he searched the top of my dress for the tab of the zipper. Once he found it, he pulled it down incredibly slowly—almost teasingly—stopping just before he reached the dip in my spine where my ass became exposed. I turned around to see that he’d stepped a few feet away from me and shoved his hands in his pockets—a feat I hadn’t thought possible.

“What is it?” What I’d wanted to ask was “Why’d you stop?” but I wasn’t that bold.

“I stopped because I don’t want to.”

“Um. What?” That didn’t make a lick of sense and I couldn’t even pretend.

“Listen, I want to continue undressing you, and but if I don’t stop touching you right now I’m likely to fall asleep while I’m inside of you and that’s not a good way to start a marriage.”

He’d voiced my exact concerns, but words weren’t tangible, I needed to see his attraction to me. I needed to know that he wasn’t just saying this because he had just now come to the conclusion that I wasn’t a slim, slender, skinny—or any combination of those things—woman. Facing the bed, I reached behind me to finish lowering the zipper of my dress and shimmied my shoulders to get it to fall forward. And because I was trying to be sexy on purpose, instead of pooling at my feet like a dress with some fucking sense would, the damn thing hung limply at my waist, stopped by the excess of flesh at my belly that had yet to disappear despite my “baby” recently becoming a preteen. Annoyed that I wasn’t getting the penis that I now deserved as a married woman, I shoved the fabric to the floor and stepped out of it unceremoniously, trying—and failing—not to stomp over to the bed, where I threw back the duvet and climbed beneath the sheets.

Instantly, my annoyance dissipated as I sank into the silkiest sheets I’d ever been privileged to touch. I scissored my legs back and forth, absorbing the cold and creating a cocoon of my body heat. I unsnapped my bra and dropped it on the side of the bed, relishing in the cool against my warm nipples. These had to be some six thousand thread count sheets. Further proof that the bed was higher quality than the one in my own room was the lack of dip in the mattress when Jereth climbed in behind me. I jumped when his hand touched mine.

“Do you like to cuddle?”

Shrugging, I wiggled my hips to burrow deeper under the covers, beside myself with how damn good the bed felt. It was like a different world fifteen floors above the room that now only felt good enough for a peasant. “I’m not opposed to cuddling.” Especially if it’s my vagina cuddling your penis.

The thrill that zipped through me as he grabbed my hips and hauled me backward against his solid body was sudden and almost embarrassing. He hadn’t been rough about it, but his movements were confident and commanding. There’d been no hesitation and I found that assuredness sexy as hell.

“Is this okay?” His face was buried in my neck, breath tickling me and stirring something low in my belly simultaneously.

Afraid that my want would be heard in my voice, all I could do was nod, but he wasn’t satisfied with that response. He squeezed me and I wanted so badly to press my ass against his crotch where he’d been careful to keep some space between us.

“Uh uhn. I want your words. ”

Swallowing thickly, I licked my lips. “Yes.”

“Yes, what?”

“It’s okay.”

“What’s okay?”

Tired of the back and forth that wasn’t penetration or a tongue on my clit, I sucked my teeth. “Not your teasing, that’s for damn sure!”

His lips touched the back of my neck and an involuntary shudder ran through me.

“It’s not my intention to tease you, I promise. Verbal communication is very important to me. I never want assumptions or misunderstandings to be a problem for us. Do you understand?”

What the hell could I say to that?

“Yes, I understand.”

I felt him nod. “Now, answer my question.”

“It is perfectly okay for you to rub your dick against my ass and fondle my titties while we lay on these fancy-ass, nine thousand thread count Peruvian alpaca sheets.”

He nipped at my shoulder, blunt teeth just barely grazing my skin, and it was both all the way and not at all crazy how comfortable I was being nearly naked and wrapped up in his arms.

“Good. Come straight here after your brunch. I promise to get you to the airport on time.” Voice gruff with sleep, his arms tightened around my waist following his utterance, and I knew if I did nothing else, I would have my ass at the door to his room as soon as the last mimosa was swallowed down.