I figured he just wasn’t completely awake yet and didn’t know what he was saying. “C’mon,” I purred, sliding my hand down his torso. When I reached the hem of his rarely worn pajama pants, his fingers wrapped around my wrist and stopped my progress. Surprised, I jerked my gaze up to his face. When I found his dark eyes, filled with concern, scanning me from head to toe, I realized what was going on inside his head. “I really am okay, Quinn. You heard what the doctor said—I’m free to return to my normal activities, and having sex with you is absolutely, positively one of my favorite normal activities.”
“Don’t you get it, baby? If anything ever happened to you”—he reached out his arm and rested his palm against my belly —“either of you, I don’t know how I’d go on. You were taken from me yesterday. That fucker had his arm wrapped around your throat. A knife pressed right here.”
I shivered as his finger trailed upwards and traced along the underside of my breast. “And that’s part of why I need you now.” I leaned forward and kissed him, slipping my tongue in his mouth and nipping at his lips. His arms flexed, and I pressed closer, a moan bubbling up in my throat.
“What’s the other part?” he whispered against my lips.
“It’s our last chance at single sex.”
He pulled away and cocked his head to the side. “Single sex?”
“Yeah, because the next time we have sex it will be as man and wife.”
His dark brows rose, practically to his hairline, and his eyes narrowed on me. “I’m not waiting months to get back inside you again.”
“No wait needed.” I flashed him a saucy grin. “Except maybe for the one when we go to the courthouse to get hitched this afternoon.”
“Courthouse? This afternoon?”
I nodded.
“You’re really going to marry me today?”
“Yes,” I whispered, tearing up at the joy I saw in his eyes. “With everything that happened yesterday, I suddenly find myself with a long weekend off of work and a burning need to become your wife as soon as humanly possible. And since we already have our marriage license, this afternoon sounds perfect to me.”
“But what about the wedding? You’ve already got everything planned, and I know how much you were looking forward to it.”
The way Quinn loved me was humbling sometimes, how he always kept my needs and wants in mind when making decisions. “We can be that weird couple who renews their vows all the time. Instead of waiting for one of our anniversaries down the line, we’ll do it for the first time and celebrate with our families then.” I took a shuddering sigh, feeling overwhelmed by emotion. “It’s the perfect solution. One that shouldn’t have taken a kidnapping to make me come up with it. I should have thought of it when we found out I was pregnant. Or when you didn’t re-up your contract and came home a year ago. Or—”
His lips claimed mine, effectively shutting me up. It was a ruthless, no-holds-barred, take-my-breath-away, devouring of my mouth. Lips, tongues, teeth—they were all in play as he clenched my hair in his fists and tilted my head back for better access. When he finally lifted his head, I was flat on my back on the mattress with the shirt I was wearing shoved high and Quinn hovering over me. We were both panting heavily, and his dark eyes were filled with stark need.
“Our life together is fucking beautiful.” His hips thrust forward, his hard cock nudging against my opening with only my drenched panties between us. “Perfect.”
“It is.”
“Don’t second-guess the decisions we’ve made together.” His tone brooked no argument. “Especially not today, when you’re about to make me the happiest man alive.”
“Whatever you say, Mr. Evans.”
“Damn straight, very-soon-to-be Mrs. Evans.”
“Before we get ready for that ‘very soon,’ you’ve got something else on your to-do list. Me.” I wrapped my legs around his waist. “I haven’t gotten my morning orgasms yet.”
“Fuck, baby,” he groaned. “Unwrap your legs so I can get you off with my mouth and fingers.”
“And let your perfectly good hard on go to waste? I don’t think so.” I slid my hand down the muscles of his back, shifted my hips, and reached between our bodies to shove the gusset of my panties to the side. Without the barrier between us, his hard length bumped against my swollen clit and my wetness coated his skin.
“After coming so close to losing you last night, I don’t think I can be gentle,” he rasped out, even while he pumped his hips slowly, rubbing his cock against me.
“Who said anything about wanting it gentle?” I craned my neck up to nip at his earlobe, biting down harder than I normally would. “I passed the fuck out, got the rest the doctor ordered last night, and now the only thing I need to feel better is you. Deep inside of me. Making me feel alive like only you can do.”
“Jenna,” he exhaled, his forehead dropping down against mine. “How am I supposed to say no after that? You know I always want to give you whatever you need.”
“Then give me this.” I wrapped my hand around his cock and lifted up until he was at my entrance.
His dark eyes flared as his control finally snapped. He sunk inside of me with one powerful thrust, and his hands shoved my shirt up and over my head. His hips kept pumping, slow and hard, while he focused his attention on my breasts. He pinched my nipples between his thumb and forefinger, rolling them around until I was writhing mindlessly beneath him. Another advantage of being pregnant seemed to be that my breasts were insanely sensitive and felt like a direct line to my core. When he lowered his head, and sucked one of my nipples his mouth, I exploded.
“That’s right, baby. Your pussy is clenching my cock so tight. Trying to suck me dry.” He slid deep and held still until I stopped shuddering. “But you can’t make me come yet. Not until you fly apart for me a second time. You did ask for your morning orgasms, after all.”
My pussy fluttered at the sensual promise in his tone. It was the signal Quinn needed to start moving again. He set a punishing pace, his strokes bottoming out each time. I wrapped my arms and legs around him, holding on for the ride.
“Come for me, baby. You feel so damn good. I don’t know if I can last much longer.”
The husky rasp of his voice in my ear, combined with his cock bumping against my cervix on a particularly forceful thrust, had my body tightening. He reached between us to pinch my clit, and I flew apart, screaming his name. He followed me over the edge, groaning in my ear as his cock jerked inside me, filling me with his hot come.
“Wow,” I sighed, struggling to keep my eyes open after we’d both recovered a little. “Our last bout of single sex was so incredible; I think I need a nap.”
He settled us with his back against the pillows, my head resting on his chest. His hand glided up and down my spine in soothing strokes. “Then sleep, baby. I’ve got plenty to keep me busy.”
“What do you have to do?”
“Guy things,” he answered mysteriously.
I yawned widely, my eyes drifting shut. “You trying to turn me into a nagging wife already?”
“No, baby, but I promise to show you that married sex can be just as amazing as single sex tonight.”
“Mmmmm,” I hummed. I loved the sound of that.
10
Quinn
“If we’re going to the courthouse, why do I have to be blindfolded?” Jenna huffed as she crossed her arms. I stifled a laugh and put my hand on her thigh.
“Just trust me, baby.”
It was a twenty-minute drive from our house to our final destination, and Jenna fidgeted for every one of them. She was so fucking adorable, and I couldn’t wait to finally be able to call her my wife.
I turned off of the highway onto a small road that led to a tiny white house. It was no bigger than a typical master bedroom, only enough room to fit, at most, five to eight people. But, it was freshly painted and well kept, with beautiful landscaping and a trellis off to the side.
After parking the car, I hopped out
and went around to Jenna’s side. I opened the door and lifted her out of her seat to set her on the ground. I couldn’t resist her sweet lips and bent my head to take her mouth in a deep kiss. It quickly heated up and my hand slid from her waist to her ass, molding her body against mine.
“Ahem.”
We broke apart at the awkward cough, and I smiled sheepishly at the older man standing in the open door of the little house.
I untied Jenna’s blindfold and turned her around.
“Welcome to the Atlanta Wedding Chapel, I’m your officiant, Tom,” the man said with a smile.
Jenna’s head twisted to look at me with raised brows.
“You didn’t want a courthouse wedding, and I didn’t want to wait for the fancy one. I decided to find a compromise. I’ve driven by this place a few times and looked it up. It’s meant for small weddings. And when I called, I got lucky because they happened to have the afternoon open.”
“We are already decorated for our evening ceremony, too,” Tom added. “Shall we get started?”
Jenna’s eyes twinkled as she pivoted to face me and went up on her tip toes to brush a kiss over my lips. “You’re pretty awesome, you know that?”
“I’d do anything for you, baby.” I opened the back door of the SUV and grabbed two garment bags that had been laid across the seat. Handing one to her, I pecked her mouth, then turned her around and patted her ass to get her moving. “Now, go get changed.”
Tom backed up and gestured for us to enter. The room was set up like a miniature chapel. A single bench seat flanked an aisle that was only about ten feet long. It ended at a raised platform with a white alter and an arch covered in white flowers.
“The bathroom has a dressing area and it’s over there, to your left,” Tom informed Jenna. Smiling brightly, she thanked him and hurried over, disappearing behind the dark, wooden door.
He pointed to a corner of the room that was shielded by a trifold screen. “You can change over there.”
I nodded and made my way over, quickly discarding my jeans and Henley for the tux inside the garment bag. When I was ready to go, I stepped out and stepped over to the alter. It wasn’t long before I heard a door creak open and looked up.
Holy Fuck.
Jenna entered the room wearing a long, silky, white gown. It was strapless, showing off her gorgeous shoulders and elegant neck. It molded to her body until it reached her hips, then flowed all the way to the ground. Her brown hair was swept up in a loose bun thing and diamonds sparkled in her ears. She looked like an angel. More perfect than I could have ever imagined when the sales lady helped me pick out the dress.
Her smile was brilliant as she walked over to stand in front of me. “Looking good, Mr. Evans,” she teased.
I swallowed hard, fighting sweeping waves of emotion. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, soon-to-be Mrs. Evans,” I choked out.
Her face softened, and the love shining brightly from her green eyes made warmth bloom in my chest and contentment spread throughout. Finally, she was about to be mine.
Tom moved into place and took us through a short but sweet ceremony. I made a mental note to tip the man for skipping all the boring stuff. Then, he pronounced us man and wife. I gathered Jenna into my arms and kissed her with every ounce of love in my heart.
“You’re mine,” I sighed against her lips.
“Damn straight,” she giggled.
“It’s a good thing you’ve got another wedding dress,” I growled as I held Jenna’s hand and drew her into the bedroom of our hotel suite.
“What?” she asked with a laugh.
“This dress is sexy as fuck, baby. I’ll try not to tear it, but I make no guarantees because I intend to fuck you in it.”
Her eyes turned molten and her lips slid into a seductive smile. “Wait until you see what’s underneath it.”
My mouth crushed down on hers as my hands slid into her hair, dislodging the pins so it flowed down around my hands.
A part of me knew I should be gentle. It was our wedding night, and I should be making love to my wife. That would be round two I decided as my cock wept for release. Slowly, I backed her up until we hit a wall.
I tugged down the top of her dress until her tits popped free and latched onto one rosy nipple while toying with the other. She tunneled her hands into my hair, yanking roughly on the strands when I bit her hard peak. I switched my mouth to her opposite breast and sucked it hard, pinching the other. Jenna cried out and her head fell back, bumping against the wall as she came. Her tits had become incredibly sensitive since getting pregnant, and it didn’t take much to set her off.
Kissing her again, I unbuckled my pants and liberated my aching cock. Then I dropped to my knees and put my hands under her skirt, running them up her smooth legs until I reached—
“What exactly do you have on under this dress?” I asked gruffly, feeling only naked flesh under my fingertips.
“Nothing,” she panted.
Motherfucker. I bunched Jenna’s skirt up around her waist. “Hold this up,” I demanded. When she complied, I grabbed her ass and bought my mouth to her bare pussy. I licked up the seam before plunging my tongue inside her. She bucked and moaned, fueling my desire to make her come. I worked her through another orgasm, then surged to my feet.
I still had a tight grip on her ass and used it to lift her up and impale her on my swollen cock. Our cries mingled with the pounding of our hearts and I stilled to let her adjust to my size, as well as to savor the moment.
“Now, Quinn,” she commanded in a breathy voice. It was adorable and unbelievably sexy at the same time.
“You want me to move, baby?” I teased. The joke was on me when she squeezed her inner muscles and snapped my control. I slammed into her, bottoming out very time. “Fuck yes! Squeeze me with your tight little pussy, Jenna. Fucking suck me dry when I come.”
“Oh yes! I’m so close!” she stuttered.
“I can feel it, baby,” I grunted. “I can feel your muscles gripping me. Just hold on a little longer.”
“I can’t I—fuck! Yes!”
Her pussy was strangling my cock and with every drag against her walls, I spiraled higher. “Come, baby,” I whispered in her ear, and she clamped around me like a fucking vice as she screamed. I could barely pull out for one last thrust and when I was embedded to the root again, I followed her into oblivion.
Later that night, after I’d made love to my wife, worshipped every inch of her body, I watched her sleep, cuddled in my arms. My eyes dropped to her left hand as it rested against my chest. The diamond sparkled, but it was the platinum band nestled up against it that had a smile gracing my face. It matched the one on my left ring finger. They announced to the world that she was mine and I was hers.
Epilogue
Jenna
“I deserve an award for going to a poolside barbeque when I’m so freaking huge,” I grumbled while I waited for Quinn to help Bryden out of his car seat. Ever since he turned two a couple of weeks ago, our baby boy had decided that he could do everything himself—or at least provide his version of help. As we were leaving for the party at Xander and Calista’s house, he’d managed to jam the harness clip on his car seat, and now the button wasn’t releasing properly. “Nobody else is pregnant, and I’m going to look like a beached whale. The least Aspen could have done is gotten knocked up again so I wouldn’t have been alone this time around.”
Quinn glanced over his shoulder, laughing at my ridiculousness. Aspen and my brother already had their hands full with Carter, Willow, and Lacey. They didn’t need to add to the madness at their house with a fourth baby. Not yet, anyway. If Weston had his way, they’d end up with enough kids to fill a minivan in no time. Not that I could judge them for it since there would be only twenty-five months between Bryden and his baby brother or sister. We weren’t sure if we were going to have a boy or a girl since I’d wanted it to be a surprise this time around.
Quinn finally lifted Bryden out of his
seat and turned to set him on the ground next to me. As soon as he was down, he ran towards the house as fast as his little legs would take him. Quinn wrapped his arm around my back as we followed after our son. “If you don’t know how sexy you are, then I’m seriously falling down on the job.”
“Of course you think I’m sexy.” I rubbed a hand over my swollen belly. “You see this, and all you think about is how you put it there and how horny being pregnant makes me.”
His dark eyes flared possessively, and I knew exactly what was coming next. Even after being together for eight years, married for almost three, he was as territorial as ever. “Then you’ve got nothing to worry about since I’m the only one who should be looking at your sexy body in your swimsuit anyway.”
“Whatever,” I mumbled, rolling my eyes. “Maybe I’ll sit with Jessa. She does such a good job blending into the woodwork that nobody will notice us hiding in the corner.”
“Like you’ll be able to resist getting in the pool with Bryden,” he chuckled.
He was right, too. Barely fifteen minutes into the party, I found myself in the pool with Quinn and our squirming son, who was trying to pull his arm floaties off. Bryden wanted to swim with Xander and Calista’s youngest, Kiefer, but he didn’t want to go in the water without his mommy. So off went my cover-up and into the water I went. I was floating on my back, my big belly sticking out of the water, while Quinn and Xander played with the boys. Weston was playing with Carter and Willow on the slide and swings, which left Calista and Aspen free to sip margaritas on the patio.
I swam towards the side of the pool near where they were sitting. “Hey!” I called. “Can one of you lazy pants grab the pregnant lady a drink, please.”
Calista roared with laughter, but Aspen chuckled softly while she rose to her feet. She walked towards me and crouched down to hand me the full glass she’d been holding. “Here you go.”
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