Stieg opened the French doors that led to the bedroom and pulled Lisbeth in with a smile. “Are you happy Mrs. Warner?” He traced her face with his fingertips as she teared up. She bit her bottom lip and nodded.
“Yes. This is more than I ever expected. I love you so much.” Stieg felt himself laugh, filled with happiness. He cupped her face and rubbed her cheeks with his thumbs.
“We’ll never be apart again.” Kissing her gently, he felt something inside him calm. Peace, sweet and pure covered him. Opening his eyes, Stieg backed away slightly. “You look exhausted.”
“I’ve not been sleeping since I started dreaming of you and I didn’t sleep last night, knowing I might see you today. I was so afraid you’d not know who I was. Then, going into the conference room, I was so nervous I could hardly walk.” She chuckled and shook her head. “My heart beat so hard I couldn’t hear anything else.”
“Lisbeth, when Dave backed away, and I saw you standing there, holding that microphone,” he smiled at the memory, “everything stilled except my heart.” He laughed as he backed them to the bed where he sat and pulled her onto his lap. He looked into her eyes as he traced a line from her ear to her mouth. He knew his voice had dropped to barely a whisper.
“I called for Jonas, but he said he knew it had to be you by my reaction. All I could think of was I had to get to you. Now that you’re here, really in my arms I feel so complete. I could never let you go. Knowing I’ll wake up when the sun rises and that you’ll be here, I can’t find the words to describe how I feel.”
“I know Stieg. I feel the same way.” She laughed. “If Dave hadn’t been there, I would’ve fainted right there with the microphone in my hand.” She fought a yawn making him grin. He looked down at her white t-shirt.
“You know, it was genius for Tomas to think of getting you a white shirt and me a black one for the ceremony.” She smiled, looking at his dark shirt which brought out the beautiful color of his eyes.
“And Jonas grabbing fresh flowers from the entryway for my bouquet. He’s a secret romantic.”
“Don’t tell him you know that. He prides himself as being a tough asshole who likes to shoot bad guys.” He reached for the hem of her shirt and gently pulled it off.
“That reminds me of the hostel when you took off my sleep shirt in the bathroom.” She grinned at him before leaning in and nibbling his bottom lip.
“Yes, but this time it’s only to get comfortable to sleep.” He smiled at the look of disappointment on her face. “Lisbeth, you are mine to take care of, and I know you are tired. I see it in your eyes.” He sighed, fighting the reaction of seeing her full breasts encased in lace. He knew she felt his hard-on when she wiggled her eyebrows.
“Baby, I need to take care of you. I want to hold you. Go to sleep with you in my arms, feel you when I wake up. I need that more than anything right now.” She couldn’t hide her yawn, making him laugh. “Point proven.” He winked before he stood and walked them to the bathroom where they both brushed their teeth and got ready for bed. After returning to the bedroom and undressing, they crawled into bed and wrapped around each other. They fell asleep smiling.
Chapter Six
Light bled through Stieg’s closed eyes, waking him slowly. He took a deep breath running through his mind the miracles that happened to him the day before. In the next instant, fear slammed into him. How many times had he dreamed of Lisbeth to wake and realize it wasn’t real? He opened his eyes and looked at his wedding ring and let out a relieved breath.
“I know.” Lisbeth’s voice had him looking to his right. “I woke up afraid you weren’t real.”
“It’s going to take me a long time to get over the fear of you not being with me. For weeks, the dreams I had were so real, and they got more real each night.” He rolled to his side, running his fingertips over her shoulder, needing to touch her, feel her skin. “That last dream was the morning you woke me up, and we made love without a condom the first time. It was also the first time I told you that I loved you.”
She smiled then pulled the sheet down his body slowly. “Ride ‘em cowboy.” Her hand slid over his hip to his hard cock, her fingertips tracing the large veins in his straining member. He rolled covering her body. He wanted to feel every inch of her that he could. He placed kisses against her neck as he reached out and grasped her hands in his, intertwining their fingers. He placed their hands above her head as he slowly brought his lips to cover hers.
He kissed her with every ounce of love he possessed, leisurely, exploring her, teasing her senses. She arched beneath him, breathing fast, her heart pounding. His passion doubled. He spread her legs wide with his. She moaned wiggling her hips to get his attention shifted to her pussy. He smiled against her mouth, and he simply shook his head. He kissed a line from her mouth to her ear. “Not yet. Don’t move,” he whispered against her skin, the puffs of breath raised gooseflesh against his fingertips as he trailed them over her arms.
He rained kisses down her neck then slowly licked her collarbone over to her throat. He lightly nipped the skin before pulling back and blowing over the wet trail of his tongue. Her nipples pebbled harder against him. “That’s my Lisbeth. So responsive, you turn me on to the point of madness.” He moved down her body, his lips, tongue and fingers stopping to worship her nipples. First one then the other at an infuriatingly slow pace.
“Please, Stieg. I need you. I need you inside me.” She arched again, testing his limits. He grazed his teeth over her nipple before shaking his head.
“Lisbeth, I need to do this. I need to touch and taste every part of you. I want to make sure you’re real and not another dream that I’ll wake up from. I hurt for you for so long.” He looked up to her and noticed the tears in her eyes. She moved her hand to cup the side of his face. He closed his eyes, leaning into her hand. He rejoiced in the feel of her thumb caressing his cheek. He turned his head and kissed the palm of her hand before returning his attention to her stomach.
He traced the rim of her bellybutton before dipping in his tongue. She arched her back. “Oh god. It feels like it’s attached to my clit.” He repeated the movement, causing her to thread her fingers through his short hair. He made a mental note to grow it longer, so she could pull his hair when he took her with his mouth.
He pushed her legs apart with his hands to find her clit was swollen, her pussy wet with need. “This is how I like seeing you, Lisbeth. So beautifully wet and ready for me, ready for anything. I could suck you and lick your juices, finger you while I make your clit pulse in orgasm. I could slide my dick inside you and feel how warm and wet you are.” He leaned forward and gently placed a kiss above her hard nubbin. “You taste so good. From that first time I tasted you in Leipzig, I was addicted.” He sucked her clit into his mouth, feeling it grow even more.
Her nails gently scratched his scalp as he flicked his tongue hard and fast against her sensitive bundle of nerves. He loved to hear her moans, feel her body arching. He needed to hear her scream in release, needed to taste her and feel her body quiver against his tongue. He doubled his efforts, sliding in two fingers. She was incredibly tight. He groaned, knowing he’d be sliding his dick into her soon.
She cried out, moving so that he had to pin her down. “Stieg, I need you inside me.” She was panting and moaning, her body arching in need.
He got to his knees and moved to take her. Grasping the base of his cock, he pushed inside her body. He felt his eyes roll back as absolute pleasure rocked him. This was everything. She was everything. He lay his body on her, grasping her hands again like he did when he started making love to her. “Kiss me, Lisbeth.” She raised her head slightly to bring their lips together as he began to move in and out of her slowly. He could hear her breathe, feel her moan in his mouth as she squeezed his hands tightly and his intentions to go slow ended. He moved one of his hands to wrap his arm around her waist and rolled them. They’d ended up sideways across the bed, with Lisbeth on top of him.
“Ride me, Lisbeth
as hard or as fast as you want. I’m yours, use me for your pleasure.” He felt her rotate her hips to grind against him. He still grasped one of her hands but used the other one to move his thumb under her clit. He smiled as she closed her eyes and sighed. “My beautiful Lisbeth. Come on me for the first time as my wife.” He bent his knees to support her back as she moved against him. Her nipples pebbled as her body began to move in jerks. He knew she was going to come and moved his thumb hard and fast against her clit.
She arched against him a second before her pussy clamped hard on his cock, spasms squeezing him as her juices coated him. He let go and felt his balls draw up as his cock hardened and thickened. She screamed just as his body released his first spurt of come. He used both hands to grasp her hips, pulling her down hard to his body. “Lisbeth, oh. Oh, fuck.”
He didn’t think he’d ever stop shooting inside her. The door opened to the bedroom just as he reached the peak of his orgasm. Panting and jerking as he came, Stieg arched to see who would be so stupid to come into the room while he made love to his wife.
“Damn, that is one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen. And I’m totally not into either of you.” Jonas stood in the doorway, a grin on his face. “Look at her hair all messed up,” he used his hands in a wild motion around his head, “and you there totally blowing your load inside her.”
Shock held Lisbeth for a second before she dropped forward to hide her body. She was still panting from her orgasm.
“Shit, Jonas, you better have a good reason to walk into our room like this.” Stieg wrapped his arms around Lisbeth and tenderly kissed her forehead. “I’m going to roll over, so I’m between you two and cover you up. It must be something important. He knows better than to something this bold.” Stieg did just as he told her. Once she was covered, he moved to sit facing his friend.
He reached for his jeans but realized they were on the other side of the bed. He pulled the sheet over his lap to cover his still hard cock and stared at Jonas. “What is wrong with you? I’m busy with my wife.” He grinned at the word. He was married to Lisbeth.
“We have an issue. I tried to wait until I thought you’d be done.” He rolled his eyes. “This might be something you don’t want to be discussed in front of Lisbeth.”
He felt her stiffen behind him on the bed.
“Why would you hide anything from me?” She sat up, holding the sheet to her chest.
“You don’t have to hide those pretty tits from me. I’m gay, remember?” Jonas winked and grinned. Behind him she snorted but didn’t lower the sheet. Stieg had to smile.
Jonas switched to German, “Es geht um Inga.” He heard her quick intake of breath.
“Stop that. Speak English. Unless it’s state secrets, I think I have a right to know what’s going on.” He heard the fear and anger in her voice. She felt left out, shut out of part of his life. He’d have to teach her his language.
“Speak in English, Jonas. She has a right to know about Inga.” He sighed and moved back on the bed. Propping the pillows against the headboard he sat and pulled her between his legs, keeping them both covered. Jonas smirked.
“Who’s Inga and why do you need to talk about her in German. Is she, was she your girlfriend?” He felt her sit up and put space between them, he wrapped her in his arms and pulled her stiff body back toward his.
“No, she’s not and has never been my girlfriend. Her father was a producer on Saturday Moon, and she was an extra in the movie. She ended up with a crush on me.” Across the room, Jonas snorted. “I’ve never been interested in her, but her father has money, and she’s used it to chase me ever since. She’s been spoiled her entire life and is used to getting what she wants without question. I promise you, I’ve not dated anyone in a very long time. I’ve not had sex with anyone recently.” He felt her shiver against him, so he kissed her shoulder, trying to soothe her. They had avoided the subject. He knew he damn well didn’t want to know if she’d had relationships since 2014, even though she said it had been a year since she’d had sex.
“Stieg.” Jonas’s voice drew his attention. He walked closer to the bed, his face serious. “She called the room. It’s registered to the studio, but she somehow found out which room was yours. She called yesterday, but I didn’t want to tell you. I found out she apparently told the guard that she was your girlfriend and you were expecting her, and she asked him to bring her to the Villa. She’s here, in this hotel.” Stieg started to sit up, the intensity of his anger surprised him.
“Are you fucking serious? Jonas, she’s crazy.” Lisbeth turned in his arms to look at him. “I may have understated things not to frighten you. Lisbeth, she’s…” he paused and ran his hand through his hair.
“I’ll just be honest, she’s a batshit crazy bitch who is obsessed with Stieg. And the guards here are used to dealing with groupies who try to get back here to see famous people. They didn’t fall for it. But she keeps calling the Villa. Apparently, her information isn’t up-to-date. She’s not realized you’ve switched rooms. I don’t know how she even found you. This hotel is top-notch. I know they didn’t slip the information to her. She’s here in the hotel somewhere trying to get to you. I let the guards know she is not allowed near you. I showed them the video of you marrying Lisbeth to prove Inga’s not your girlfriend. As your personal security guard, I insisted that they keep me informed of her calls and attempts to get back here.” Jonas sat on the edge of the bed, slightly pulling the cover down Lisbeth’s body. He grinned at her exposed cleavage.
“This morning she called again. Tel answered and told her she had no idea who she thought was in the room, but she wasn’t you and for her to stop calling.” He laughed as he shook his head. “I love that woman.”
Stieg tugged on the sheet before giving up and wrapping his arms tighter around Lisbeth. He needed to feel her against him. Jonas’s cell buzzed. He pulled it out and looked at the screen, sighing. “They’ve set the meet and greet for this afternoon. You have about an hour to shower and get ready. It shouldn’t last more than two hours. We’ll be in the same room where we had the Q and A. We’ll see how the security goes. From what I understand there were less than a hundred or so tickets made available for the meet and greet.”
“Dave, Sadie, Marc, Tel and I were five of those.” She tilted her head and smiled. He felt his own smile in return. “Marc was going to make sure I got close to you if you didn’t recognize me at the question and answer session. He thought us being so close together would trigger your memories.” He brought her left hand to his mouth and kissed her ring and the finger it occupied.
“Stop. I see that ‘I’m going to fuck you right now look.’ Stop the mushy shit—you need to shower and get ready. I’ll be in the living room waiting. You’ve fucked, and you’ll fuck again later. Go.” Jonas pointed to the bathroom.
“You can leave the room now, Jonas. You aren’t going to see us naked again.”
“Too bad.” Jonas shrugged and sighed but left the room and shut the door.
“This is going to sound strange, but I really like him, Stieg. He’s eccentric and very gregarious, but he’s an amazing friend to you. Maybe it’s memories from the other me, but I feel close to him through you. I care about him already.” Stieg kissed the back of her head before throwing the covers off and crawling across the bed.
“Let’s get in the shower. I’ll wash your back.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “And your front.” She reached over and slapped his ass as he jumped off the bed. She jumped out after him and chasing him into the bathroom.
*****
Hotel security met Stieg and Lisbeth at the door to the Villa, Jonas had gone ahead to check the security of the conference room. He was scoping the area for Inga and to inform security that she was not allowed in the event, even if she had a ticket. The story they’d tell her was that she had an invalid scalped ticket. Jonas had come up with that story, and hotel security thought that was a good cover story that wouldn’t upset guests who may be around the woma
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The main costars who were also going to the meet and greet were waiting at their doors when a guard knocked. Surrounded by the same guards she saw yesterday dressed in black uniforms, the group walked to the secret door that led to the back hallways used by celebrities to avoid the public. The stars of the movie gave Lisbeth sideways glances. For all they knew, Stieg saw her briefly when she approached the microphone yesterday. Now she was walking with them holding his hand while he brought her hand to his lips every so often.
“Goldgräber. Ich bin mir sicher.” Stieg stopped and turned to his female star, his eyebrows rose in surprise. He held out Lisbeth’s hand and brought it to his mouth, showing off her wedding rings.
“Ist das ein Ehering? Echt?” Lisbeth didn’t understand why Stieg was acting so strangely, but Stieg had heard the woman. He turned around and looked at the female star, Alison Vogel with a grin.
“Doch, ist es.” He turned to Lisbeth and smiled. “Alison wanted to know if this was a wedding ring and I let her know it is. I’m sure she is wondering why we’re married since it’s not normal in German culture to marry so soon after meeting. We usually date years before marriage.” He held up his own for them to see. “I’ve also chosen to wear our rings on our left hands. Also going against normal German traditions.”
Alison nearly tripped in shock as Stieg turned to walk backward and face them. “This is Lisbeth Mohr, I mean Warner, my wife. And the love of my life.” No one could deny the look of complete happiness on his face. The movie stars stood with looks of surprise on their faces. They stopped as they came to the door to the meet and greet.
“I know it seems fast to you, but I’ve known Lisbeth for a long time. We met and fell in love in 2014, but recent circumstances forced us to fall out of touch. She came here to reconnect, that’s why she seemed so nervous yesterday and why I reacted the way I did when I saw her. I knew I’d never let her go again. We got married yesterday, and I’ve never been so happy.” They had worked with Jonas and Dave to come up with a story that fit well enough to remember. It really wasn’t too far from the truth anyway, and the people around them seemed to believe it. They’d give that same story to anyone who asked and the press too if needed.
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