Total pages in book: 84
Estimated words: 82201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82201 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 411(@200wpm)___ 329(@250wpm)___ 274(@300wpm)
“It feels real, doesn’t it?” I murmured.
He rested his forehead to mine and smiled. “Incredibly. I worried for a moment it would feel like we’ve already done this, but it really doesn’t.”
“Yeah.” I smiled and kissed him chastely.
Eighty-two guests were in town, with most of them staying at this very hotel, and some of them soon joined us on the dance floor, both grown-ups and children. The latter was something we’d both wanted—for the wedding to be kid-friendly. The adults had dined on steak or halibut, and the children had had their own pizza buffet.
I couldn’t lie, I’d envied Dylan’s pizza a bit.
“What’re you thinking about?” Nate asked.
I chuckled under my breath and pressed my lips to his cheek. “Pizza.”
He shook with silent laughter and buried his face against my neck. “Figures. Meanwhile, I’m thinking about how sexy you are wearing a wedding ring, and I can’t wait until that’s the only thing you have on.”
Fuck me. “Damn, boy. Let’s not make these pants tighter before we’ve even cut the cake.”
And there we had the perfect trifecta. Nate’s tight ass, pizza, and cake.
We didn’t need a fancy hotel suite or a honeymoon. The kids went to Nate’s folks’, my own parents headed back to Haverford, and we had twenty-four hours on our own at home.
I spent much of that time balls deep in my husband’s ass.
“Fuck…do we really have time?”
“Yup.” I stroked the oil onto my cock and nudged his legs farther apart, and then I pushed inside in a single thrust.
“Fffuck,” he gritted out.
I exhaled and planted my forehead in the dip between his shoulder blades as the pleasure washed over me.
We had five minutes before we had to be downstairs, and I needed two. Nate wasn’t the only one who went apeshit at seeing a wedding band on his husband’s finger.
He groaned into the pillow as I pulled out and pushed in again.
“Keep it down, baby,” I whispered.
His parents had arrived already. I could hear them downstairs. Rather, I could hear the kids, and I could smell coffee.
Our twenty-four hours were almost up.
Nate cursed and pushed back at me. “Why do you have to feel so fucking good?”
I grinned and latched on to his shoulder, sinking my teeth into his flesh.
“I need more,” he breathed. “Lemme up.”
I eased back and pulled him with me, until he was on all fours and I could rail him like we both preferred. Plus, he could take care of himself.
Motherfucker, he was something else in the morning light filtering through the blinds. We both wore bruises from yesterday. We’d lived off reception leftovers and each other.
I set a fast pace, the sound of skin on skin filling the room. No teasing today. We had a lot to do. A long drive.
I sucked in a breath and stared at where my cock disappeared inside him. His back arched perfectly, and he met every thrust.
He’d been mine for fifteen years, but this was different. He was mine. He was a Riley. He belonged to me.
“I’m close, baby,” he moaned. “Fuck me harder.”
My heart started pounding, and I slammed into him and grabbed a fistful of his hair. “I need to hear it again. Tell me who owns you.”
He clenched down on me and threw me a heated look over his shoulder. “You know it’s you, Ash. You own me.”
Those are the magic words.
The pressure built up too quickly, and I was fucking gone.
Ownership.
A heady fucking thing.
The orgasm crashed down on me, and Nate shifted back to fuck himself on my cock. I pressed my face against his neck and reached around him, stroking him off as he came too. Fucking hell, fucking hell, fucking hell. I lost control in the middle of getting off, when I squeezed his cock with one hand and applied pressure to his carotid arteries with the other.
Nate let out a moan that was a little too loud, and before I could think twice, I slapped a come-soaked hand over his mouth.
We loved a good mess, though. He groaned through a breathless chuckle, and I stifled my own sounds by burying my face against his neck.
It wasn’t until my lungs were burning that I realized I’d held my breath for too long, and it set off a round of panting. I grabbed his jaw at the same time as he tilted his head back, and we met in a wild kiss where I tasted him everywhere.
“Do you…” He was panting too. “Do you think they heard?”
I grinned, out of breath. “If they did, you can’t go with you stubbing your toe again.”
He laughed, and a big breath gusted out of him.
Luckily for us, the kids were oblivious. But yeah, Nate’s stepmom had sent us a couple sly looks.
We’d showered and gotten dressed before we’d appeared downstairs, so there wasn’t a whole lot for us to do but exchange some pleasantries, eat breakfast, and then pile the kids into my truck. Nate had been smart enough to pack our bags yesterday.