Wheels of Fire (Hollywood Demons Book 3)

by Autumn Jones Lake

  “I’m not worried about that. I’m just so happy to see you.”

  Chaser

  Alvin, Audrey, Doug, the officiant, a discreet photographer, and I are the only ones on the beach.

  The crashing ocean and my pounding heart provide the only soundtrack I need. The setting sun turns the sky vibrant shades of pink and purple, the perfect backdrop.

  No one needs to nudge me when Mallory arrives. Her magnetic pull is enough to turn my head as she glides down the simple sandy path lined with big green palm fronds and plump red flowers. She’s an image from my dreams. Simple white two-piece bathing suit, with straps crisscrossing under her breasts and pink ribbons tied into little bows at her hips. Pink and purple flowers at her ankles, wrists, and tucked behind her ear. A small bouquet of matching island flowers is clutched in her hands. Pure love curves her lips and shines in her blue eyes when she reaches me. I extend my hand and she twines her fingers in mine. Together, we face the officiant.

  “Welcome, friends. We’re here today to celebrate the marriage of Mallory and Russell. Marriage is one of the greatest blessings and challenges of human relationships. Only through love, patience, dedication, and perseverance can two people create a marriage. I am here to help you affirm the choice you have both made to spend your lives together as husband and wife.”

  “Thank you,” Mallory whispers.

  He nods to her. “I understand you both have personal vows you’d like to recite.”

  “We do.” I pull the slip of paper from my pocket although, I probably have the words branded into my soul, I’ve gone over them so many times.

  “Mallory, you’re the strength I didn’t know I needed in my life and the happiness I didn’t realize I was missing. No matter what challenges life throws at us, I promise to always protect you, cherish you, and to love you for the woman you are today and the woman you’ll become.” I take a breath. My body’s coiled tight, my voice hoarse with emotion and the most important parts are still to come. “I pledge to always nurture your dreams and help you reach them. My whole heart, my body, and soul are yours. My love for you is never-ending. I am honored to be your husband. To be by your side for the rest of my life.”

  Mallory

  I’m a blubbering mess by the time Chaser finishes his beautiful pledges. His dark eyes reflect nothing but honesty and devotion when I peer up at him. He takes a deep breath and releases it slowly, gently rubbing the pads of his thumbs over my hands.

  “Mallory? Do you have vows you’ve written as well?” the officiant asks.

  “Oh! Yes.” I slip the piece of paper out from under the ribbon holding my bouquet together.

  I’m so overcome with emotion, I have to blink and silently read my vows several times. It’s not like I memorize lines for a living or anything. But these words are the most important I’ll ever speak. I need the extra second to compose myself.

  “Chaser, you love me and complete me in ways I never imagined were possible. You have held my hand through my biggest challenges, encouraging me to grow, and believe in myself. For as long as I live, I pledge to always support you, inspire you, and love you. I will celebrate your successes and mourn your failures as if they were my own. Together, anything is possible. I am so proud to choose you to be my husband, my one and only, today and for the rest of my life.”

  “Thank you,” he whispers, pulling me just a bit closer.

  “Russell Everett Adams, do you take Mallory Angelina DeLova to be your wife?”

  He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he answers, “I do.”

  “Do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect her, forsaking all others, until death parts you?”

  “I do.”

  “And, Mallory, do you take Russell to be your husband?”

  “I do.”

  “Do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and support him, forsaking all others, until death do you part?”

  “Yes, I do.”

  “Do you have rings to exchange?”

  “I do!” I carefully work the knot holding Chaser’s ting to my bouquet loose. He raises his eyebrow when I hold out the ring. “I know you wanted…” I trace my fingers over his knuckles. “But I had to give you something today,” I whisper.

  He stares down at the polished platinum band. “When did you…?”

  “A while ago.”

  The officiant clears his throat. I guess we’ve gone rogue.

  “Mallory and Chaser will now exchange rings as a symbol of their love and commitment to one another.”

  Chaser pulls a small blue velvet box out of his pocket, leaving it closed. He’s probably as worried about dropping it in the sand as I am.

  “Your rings are a circle—a symbol of your never-ending love for one another.”

  “Chaser, please place your ring on Mallory’s left hand and repeat after me.”

  I don’t process the few short lines Chaser repeats. I’m too dazzled by the slender, sparkling diamond band Chaser slides down my bare left ring finger.

  Then, it’s my turn. I hold out the ring I fell in love with the first time I visited Cartier and slip it on Chaser’s finger.

  He’s all mine.

  I’m so happy, laughter and tears flow together. A pleasant buzzing in my ears almost drowns out the last lines of the ceremony.

  “Love will make your relationship work. Trust that you always want what’s best for each other. Remember to learn and grow together. Remain loyal to one another in times of uncertainty. And now by the power vested in me by the state of Hawaii, it is my honor to declare you husband and wife. Go forth and hold true to your journey together.” He winks at Chaser. “You may kiss your bride.”

  “Finally.” Chaser swoops in, coiling his arms around me, and sealing his mouth against mine.

  I curl my toes in the soft, warm sand, still trying to convince myself this is real and not a dream. “I love you so much,” I whisper against his lips. “Thank you.”

  “You’ve made me the happiest man in the world.”

  Chapter Sixty-Six

  Chaser

  After a simple island dinner on the beach with our friends, I finally have my bride all to myself.

  “You know I’ve been dying to peel that suit off you all day?”

  After the ceremony, she tossed on some sort of see-through beach cover-up over the suit. It just made me want to rip off everything even more.

  Inside our room, I don’t bother flicking on the lamp. Mallory leads me onto the patio leading to our private piece of beach. Together, we dance under the light of the moon. The humidity and sea breeze coating our skin.

  “You feel good in my arms, Mrs. Adams,” I whisper.

  She answers with a happy noise. My hands slip on her slick skin, brushing against the ties holding her top together. I tug at the knot. “Let’s go inside.”

  I stop her on the patio, eyeing the wicker chair-swing dangling in the corner. A perfect egg-shaped nest for my little dove. It instantly inspires a dozen dirty ideas. “Come here.”

  I leave her standing there for a second, while I duck into our room to grab a towel to spread over the cushion.

  “Come sit.” I hold the swinging chair steady while she lifts herself into the seat, then release it to gently sway side to side.

  “I think it’s big enough for two.” She reaches out her hand to me.

  “Not for what I have planned.”

  I kneel down in front of her and finally get my fingers on the pink ribbons at her hips. “These have been fucking with me since you walked down the aisle,” I mutter, working the left one loose and then the right.

  Her soft laughter floats away on the ocean breeze.

  “Spread your legs.”

  Almost shyly, she parts her thighs. Not enough. I grasp one foot, lifting and bracing it against the outer edge of the swing. Getting the idea, she lifts her other leg, leaving her wide open and bare to my hungry gaze.

  I sit back on my heels. “Fuck, that’s nice. We need one of these at home
.”

  Slow enough to drive me insane, she brings her fingers to her mouth and licks, then slides them over her perfect, pink pussy. “Mmm. We could hang it facing the front door and I could greet you like this every night when you come home,” she purrs.

  “We should’ve added that to our vows.” I’m hypnotized, watching as she lazily keeps sliding two fingers through her wetness.

  “Chaser?”

  “Huh?”

  “Are you planning to help me out here?”

  I flick my gaze up to her teasing smile. “I’m enjoying the show.”

  She reaches for me with her free hand, curling one finger to beckon me closer. I grab the bottom edge of the swing, pushing it away. A surprised hiss of breath escapes her soft pink lips as the chair sways back and forth. I could listen to her make that little noise all night.

  Each time she swings forward, I plant a kiss—on her inner thigh, behind her knee, whatever part comes closest. I finally stop the chair’s movement and drag it closer. I take her hand and suck her fingers into my mouth.

  “My wife tastes like heaven.”

  “Your wife wants her husband to fuck her.”

  “What a filthy mouth you have.” I slide the pad of my middle finger against her entrance, slicking her wetness up to her clit and slowly circling it.

  She leans forward, watching as I lick and kiss her pussy.

  “Oh, right there.” She twists her fingers into my hair and yanks.

  There’s nothing hotter than my woman—now my wife—this wild for me. I keep kissing and licking, relentlessly devouring her. I suck her clit into my mouth and she jumps. The chair lurches away. Growling, I pull it toward me, lick, and let her swing away. Lick and swing.

  “Chaser! Stop.”

  Her pussy glistens with arousal. I hold her still and trail my tongue over her throbbing clit. She’s writhing, breathing hard, chanting part of my name—she can’t seem to get the second syllable out.

  My dick’s begging to escape my shorts. I try working the button loose with one hand, not wanting to let go and have her swing away again. Her head’s thrown back, eyes closed, but maybe she senses my dilemma. She locks her legs around my head, anchoring herself, giving me time to shove my shorts down.

  “Chaser. Don’t stop,” she gasps.

  I want to assure her I won’t stop but that would mean taking my mouth off her. Little earthquakes rock her body as she comes all over my lips and chin, screaming my name. I bring her down slowly, kissing her inner thighs, rubbing my hand over her belly up to her chest.

  She lowers her legs but they’re still trembling, dangling off the edge of the swing. I give her a lazy push backwards and she lets out the sweetest, contented sigh.

  “We’re not done,” I warn her as I straighten up, wiping my hand over my mouth.

  She blinks open her eyes and smiles.

  I pull her to the edge of the swing, lining myself up, rubbing the head of my cock against her wetness as she comes closer.

  She lets out a whimper as she swings away. I planned to play with her like this for a while, but that’ll have to happen tomorrow. The next time she swings close enough, I hold her steady and shove myself inside.

  “Oh, fuck,” I groan. “You’re so fucking wet.”

  “You’re harder than ever.” She wiggles her hips, and my eyes roll back in my fucking head.

  “I think it’s the angle,” I grit out between clenched teeth.

  I pull back and drive deep inside. So fucking good. She moans every time I roll my hips. Within minutes, she’s close again. She wraps her fingers around my forearms, digging in her nails. “Oh my God.”

  Her screams push me toward the peak as I keep fucking her through another orgasm. The second I think she’s finished, I move my hands to her hips, holding her in place. My body burns hot, sweat coats my skin. Pure, carnal pleasure rocks through me. “Fuck. I’m coming. Hard.”

  She shudders beneath me. “Yes, yes.”

  I collapse on top of her and the swing lets out a loud, squeaky groan. Too spent to move, I mumble “That can’t be good,” against her stomach.

  She murmurs soft, sweet noises, while running her fingers through my hair.

  The swing protests again and this time I sit up, taking her with me.

  I stare at her in amazement. “How do you still have your top on?”

  “You got carried away.” She reaches between us and strokes my spent cock. “We have all night.”

  I brush a kiss over her cheek. “Give me a minute.”

  Chapter Sixty-Seven

  Mallory

  Sometime in the middle of the night, I stretch, twisting in a tangle of crisp white sheets, scented with marital bliss. A sea-salt breeze drifts through the open door leading outside.

  “Wake up, Mrs. Adams,” Chaser rasps against my ear. “I need you.”

  His strong arms curl around me, sliding me closer until our bodies mold together. “Say that again,” I whisper.

  “What?” He strokes his fingers down my neck and over my collarbones. “Mrs. Adams?” He trails his lips over my neck, nuzzling against my shoulder. The fingers caressing my throat drop to the bodice of the brief nightgown I’d thrown on before we passed out.

  “This is sexy as fuck,” he murmurs while working the laces loose. He slides his other hand up my thigh and over my bare butt, stopping to clutch my hip. “Do you enjoy teasing your husband?”

  I shift arching my back, pressing against him. “Teasing how?” I ask innocently.

  He thrusts his hips, and I reach behind me, wrapping my fingers around his hard length and stroking.

  “Fuck.” He kisses my neck. “Like that.”

  Chaser

  I swear, I meant to be all soft and honeymoon sweet but the second Mallory wrapped her hand around my dick, I lost it. Good thing we have a lifetime ahead of us to work on my self-control.

  “Oh.” She moans and arches against me, pressing her breasts in my hands. At least I think so. One arm’s gone numb from her using it as a pillow. Totally worth it.

  I clutch her hip, rocking her back and forth. Can’t get deep enough at this angle. “Get on top of me.” I roll to my back, shaking out my arm as I go.

  Apparently, she’s as eager as I am. She scrambles to her knees and wastes no time throwing her leg over me and sinking down on my cock. I groan as she closes her eyes and tips her head back. “You’re so beautiful.” I hook my fingers in the skinny little straps hanging off her shoulders and work her skimpy nightie below her tits. “Much better.”

  “Oh my God. I love you inside me,” she gasps, grinding down harder.

  “Fuck.” I squeeze my eyes shut. Maybe I’m too deep now. After last night, I shouldn’t be on the edge of exploding this soon. “I love being inside you.”

  “Chaser.” Her body trembles. Thank fuck, she’s close. I wet my thumb and bring it to her clit, rubbing gently until she comes apart.

  She lets loose with a string of high-pitched little noises, pussy clamping around me so fucking tight, I’m letting out my own curses a few seconds later.

  Maybe mid-afternoon, we stop to take a break and rehydrate. “Think I should call downstairs and see if they have any Gatorade?”

  She chuckles and accepts the glass of water I hand her. While she sips it, I flop down onto the bed and roll to face her.

  “So, who do you think your father will send to kill me if he finds out we got hitched without telling him? Vasily?” I lazily trace my fingers over her shoulder and down her arm. “Someone else? Or do you think he’ll wait and do the deed himself?”

  She presses her palm against my chest, pushing me away. “Is this your version of sexy talk? Because I’m not feeling it.”

  “Nah, I was just thinking.”

  “I thought you said you trusted this place?”

  “I do. I was kidding.”

  “Do you think your dad will be upset he wasn’t here?”

  “Disappointed, maybe. But he’ll understand.” He’s not bi
g on weddings and probably would’ve thought our whole simple, beach thing was a stupid waste of money.

  Her mouth twists down as she considers the scenario more thoroughly. “For something that personal, he’d do it himself.”

  I’d love to see him try. “Well, I guess I’m safe until he gets out of prison, then.”

  Chapter Sixty-Eight

  15 Years later

  Kodack, NY

  Chaser

  I pull the Manila envelope out of our mailbox and stuff it inside my cut before continuing down our long, secluded driveway.

  Angelina greets me at the door by jumping up and wrapping her arms around my neck. “I’m so happy you’re home, Daddy!”

  “Were you good? You didn’t shoot your brother in the ass again, did you?”

  “Jeez.” She steps back and scowls at me. “One time. It was an accident.”

  Still funny as shit too. Poor Dylan hasn’t lived it down yet.

  “Where’s Grandpa?” She peers around me to stare at the front window. “Isn’t he with you?”

  “He stopped at the clubhouse. He’ll be over for dinner later.”

  “Oh, goodie! I’m making a chocolate marshmallow cream pie for dessert.”

  “Yeah? You trying to give him another heart attack?” Her face falls. I probably shouldn’t tease my daughter about that. “I’m kidding. Sounds delicious. Where’s your mother?”

  “Out back.” She drops her gaze to the envelope in my hand. “Who’s sending stuff here to you and Mallory Dove?”

  I wave the envelope in front of her. “It’s from Uncle Alvin.”

  “What is it?”

  I hold it out of reach. “It’s private. For your mom and me.”

  “Eww.”

  Who knew our “famous” pasts would be so embarrassing to our pre-teen daughter? Anytime she catches a snippet of ‘Candy Jar’ on VH1 or an old episode of Ocean Ave., she cringes, covers her ears, and starts singing at the top of her lungs.