Hale Series Boxed Set

by Marie James

  We make our way back toward the house, passing all the smiling faces. We decided to have the reception at one of Ian’s smaller hotels, but I insisted that we get married here at the house. This is where we fell in love and it just feels right to begin our marriage at the same place.

  After almost an hour of pictures we finally make our way to the bedroom so Kaleb can change out of his suit. I can’t help but wonder how tacky it would be considered if we didn’t show up to the reception at all. It will be a true testament of will if I can watch Kaleb undress and allow him to redress without consummating our marriage.

  Just before I close the door to the room and shut out the entire world I hear Lorali say my name. I turn to face her, only holding the door open a crack and give her a pointed look.

  She smiles like she’s reading my mind. “I’ll give you ten minutes, Josie, but then you have to get in the limo and go to the hotel.”

  “Cock-blocker,” I hear Kaleb whisper with a laugh behind me. Seems he had the same ideas I did!

  I acknowledge her with a slight nod and close, and lock, the door behind me.

  I pounce on him. When I say pounce I mean I literally run to him and jump in his arms. My dress is short enough that it hikes up and allows me to wrap my legs around his waist. My hasty actions slow the second I’m in his arms.

  I calm my body and look in his eyes.

  “Hi,” I whisper.

  “I missed you,” he whispers before he lowers his mouth to mine.

  By the time he pulls his mouth away I’m panting.

  “I need you.” I’m practically begging and I’m hoping he gives in.

  He releases the grip he has on my butt and allows me to slide down his body. If the sizeable lump he’s sporting is any indication, he wants me just as bad.

  My hands go to his shoulder and slide his black suit jacket off his shoulders. He catches it deftly as it clears his right hand and doesn’t even look as he throws it with expert precision on the foot of the bed. He’s wearing a matching vest that somehow manages to show the perfect narrowing of his hips but taking nothing away from the bulk of his shoulders.

  He moans as I slide my hand down his tie and use it to tug his mouth to mine. Releasing his tie my hands begin working on the buttons of his black vest. He allows me to slide it off of his shoulders and I’m amazed that he’s allowing this to happen; he’s usually the one to put the brakes on when we are expected somewhere.

  I slowly begin to sink to my knees as my fingers start working on opening his belt.

  “No, Josie.” His command sounds like more of plea, as if he’s barely holding on to his control over the situation. Knowing he’s just as effected sends a wave of feminine satisfaction over my entire body.

  “I want to taste you, baby,” I whisper seductively.

  “Stop,” he says with more force than he had just seconds ago.

  My eyes shoot to his as he reaches under my arms and pulls me up from my squatting position in front of him.

  “We don’t have time,” he explains, the desire still evident in his eyes. “I’ll be damned if the first time we join as husband and wife consists of you on your knees.”

  I roll my lips between my teeth to keep from grinning at how serious he is about this.

  “The first time I make love to you as your husband will be just that, making love. It will be slow, sensual, and it will take a very long time. We don’t have near enough time for that now.”

  I give him the cutest mock frown I can manage.

  “Mariposa, I know you think it is okay to skip the reception now, but if we do you’ll regret it.” He’s being reasonable and for once I concede without a fight.

  A loud knock on the door kills any type of moment we were having.

  ***

  A hundred years.

  That’s how long it takes to mingle, cut the cake, and throw the bouquet. I’ve chastised myself more than once for my ungrateful thoughts. Several of the families have traveled in from out of town to share our special day with us and all I want to do is go home and make love to my husband.

  Making excuses because of my child has started early, because by ten o’clock we’re saying goodbye to everyone and telling them I’m exhausted. First trimester problems, you know? I am honestly completely exhausted but I have no intentions of sleeping when I get home.

  I snuggle against Kaleb in the back of the limo as it carries us back home. I can’t get enough of the feel of his arms around me and the scent of his skin, both cologne and a certain element that is just him.

  Apparently more tired than I originally thought, Kaleb has to wake me once we pull up to the house.

  He scoops me up and carries me across the threshold, stopping only to close the door behind him and set the alarm. He only has to shift my weight fractionally and I love that he can carry me with ease. I feel protected and safe in his arms and if I could live there every minute I would.

  Even though I’m tired, I’m hit with another wave of adrenaline as he gently kisses my temple and sets me on my feet. This time he doesn’t stop me when I reach up to loosen his tie. I waste no time freeing the knot and throwing the emerald strip of fabric to the floor.

  A riot of emotion is playing out on his gorgeous face. I can see passion, lust, and excitement, but the one that shines the brightest is love. If I ever have a doubt of how this man, my husband, feels about me, one look in his eyes is all the reassurance that I need.

  I unbutton the front of his shirt while he works on removing his cufflinks, a gift from Ian and Garrett. He places them in the front pocket of his pants as I slide his shirt off, revealing incredibly sculpted arms and his golden chest and stomach. My mouth begins to water at the sight. Is it possible that he’s even hotter now that he’s my husband?

  His belt and suit pants are next on my list. I get them open quickly and push them off his hips and to the floor. He reaches his thumbs into the elastic of his boxer briefs, but I stop him before he can push them down.

  “Leave these on for now,” I tell him and smile at his groan. “I have a surprise for you.”

  This seems to appease him for now. I take a step back from him and he takes a step into me.

  “Stay there,” I tell him and increase the distance between us by a few feet. He looks pained and I watch him clench his fists as I increase the distance.

  “I was so proud to stand before my family with both of my favorite guys earlier,” I tell him as I inch my dress up my thighs.

  “I don’t want to talk about your dad while I’m standing here on my wedding night with a raging hard-on, Josie.”

  I bite my lip to keep from laughing and shake my head. “I’m not talking about my dad, baby.”

  He tilts his head slightly. “I know you’re fond of Ian but I had no clue you’d consider him ‘one of you favorite guys’.”

  He’s so dense sometimes.

  “Don’t stop,” he begs when my hands slow and stop the removal of my dress.

  “I’m not talking about Ian either.” I resume pulling my dress up, the bottom clearing the apex of my thighs and continuing to slide past my stomach. He continues to watch the slow ascent of my dress and doesn’t respond.

  Finally the dress is completely off and I just toss it to the floor in the direction of his tie.

  “You’re beautiful, Josie,” he whispers as his eyes scan my entire body.

  “Do you like blue, Kaleb?” I ask referencing my pale blue, lace undies and barely there shelf bra.

  He nods his heads excitedly. “I’d love it better on the floor.” His voice is gravely and rough.

  “Don’t you want your surprise?” I tease him again.

  He groans in frustration as he takes a step forward and I stop him with an upturned hand.

  “I was talking about my two favorite guys,” I repeat. “Of course there’s you and now, him,” I say as I press the palm of my hand below my belly button.

  His eyes flash from my stomach to my face, and back again.

/>   “Him?” He whispers. “How?”

  He rushes me and this time I don’t attempt to stop him. He sweeps me up in his arms and kisses me feverishly as he spins us both around.

  “A boy?” He asks, verifying once again.

  I grin and shake my head up and down. “I had a Harmony test done and one of the things it determines is gender.”

  “You’re sure? It’s so early.” His hand is resting on my stomach and his fingers are flexing repeatedly.

  “The test is one hundred percent accurate on gender.” The whoop he lets out is so loud I have to cover my ears.

  “Best wedding gift ever, Mariposa,” he says before kissing me again.

  “You have one more to unwrap, Mr. Perez,” I tell him hinting at my lingerie.

  “With pleasure,” he murmurs as his finger pulls down the front cup of my bra.

  I hiss when his scorching hot mouth hits the tip of my breast. I was sure he’d attack me the minute I gave consent but he doesn’t. He laps at and licks my breast seductively, slowly, as if he has all the time in the world and wants to give them their due.

  I reach my hands under his chin and open the front clasp of the bra letting it fall to the ground at my feet. I’m delirious as he suckles my breast and caresses the other with his hand, rolling the tip between his fingers. I’m not so far gone to keep from helping this along, so I hook my fingers in my panties and slide them off my hips.

  His hand slowly slides from my breast and inches down my stomach, stopping just atop where his baby grows. His mouth leaves my breast and follows the same path his fingers made seconds before. He whispers something in Spanish to his son before lowering his head even further.

  I grip him under his chin and stop his descent. “Nope,” I tell him and waggle my finger. “You wouldn’t let me earlier, so you can’t either.”

  His eyes darken further but he obeys and rises to a standing position. Without warning he picks me up and carries me to the bed. He places his knee on the mattress and lowers me slowly until I’m settled on my back, peering up at his vibrant green eyes.

  He lowers his mouth to mine and I don’t know if he’s intentionally going at a snail’s pace or if my brain has slowed things down on its own, but it seems to take forever for his lips to touch mine.

  “I love you, Mrs. Perez,” he whispers just before our lips make contact.

  I know the whole situation of calling each other Mr. and Mrs. is a little cliché, but I dare you to have this man as your husband and have him say that to you and not melt. I don’t know if it’s possible for anyone and I know for a fact it’s not possible for me because I just turn into a melty pile of goo when he says it.

  I run my hands all over his body and down eventually making it down his back and inside the band of his briefs. I push them down as far as I can then raise my legs up and use my toes and feet to push them down to his ankles. I feel him shift his feet to remove them completely and his mouth never leaves my skin.

  I whimper when I feel his hot breath against my neck and grow embarrassingly wet when he bites the junction where my neck and shoulder meet. I rotate my hips against his hot length. He groans which causes me to flex my hips again, my body searching and only finding a fraction of the friction it needs.

  I squeeze the muscular globes of his butt cheeks and tug him closer. He needs no further convincing, within seconds he shifts his hips back and forward, slowly sliding inside.

  We both hum our approval into each other’s mouth, kissing continually as he rocks his hips back and forth. He fills me full and every inch of my core is encompassing every inch of his length.

  It’s heaven.

  Kaleb slowly pulls his mouth from mine and peppers tiny kisses down my chin.

  I bite my lip as his eyes meet mine and try to contain the emotion that is taking over every inch of my body.

  “Mariposa,” he says as he wipes a rogue tear from my face.

  “I love you, baby,” I whimper as all of the emotion and turmoil in my body begins to come together and focus where our bodies are meeting.

  I pull my leg up slightly higher and he takes it even further when he sweeps his arm under my knee and pulls it to where my knee is almost touching my shoulder. He thrusts forward and I’m certain he’s deeper than he’s ever been, feeling thicker and filling me fuller than any time prior.

  I’m useless by this point but can’t help the greediness I’m feeling. I lift my other leg and almost like he reads my mind he scoops in behind the other knee. I’m practically bent in half under him and I’m amazed at the brilliant new sensations I’m blessed with in this new position.

  And I thought it couldn’t get any better. Married sex is awesome!

  “Fuck, Josie. I need you to come,” he pants in my ear and his words send me over.

  I clutch at his back and over his shoulders as my body begins to shake under him and clench around his now pulsing cock.

  I can’t tell what he’s saying into my neck as he comes undone and I’m not even sure it’s in English, but it still brings a smile to my face.

  He slowly withdraws from me and shifts his body so I’m lying on his chest. A whispered I love you is the last thing I remember before I drift to sleep.

  Chapter 16

  Lorali

  “Holy shit!” Ian groans as his cock begins to pulse erratically inside of me.

  I do my best to cover his mouth but my arms are like Jell-O from the past two hours of acrobatic sex. I have been bent, twisted, and contorted into the craziest positions this morning and I loved every second of it. My only concern is the five other rooms full of family in the house. Ian assured me more than once that we are far enough away and the walls are thick enough that no one else in the house has any idea what we’ve been doing.

  I set the alarm last night for earlier than we needed to get up. Ian had a few too many at the reception and was practically passed out before his head even hit the pillow. I did it to torture him but also to make him fulfill the promises he whispered in my ear last night as we slow danced, imagining our own wedding.

  He’s followed through with every spoken promise he muttered last night and then some. This man is like a machine, getting turned on and performing at the drop of a hat it seems. I can’t wait for a lifetime of this. He touches, caresses, and makes love to me like it is the first and the last time every single time we come together. He’s addictive and I can’t seem to get enough of him, and I hope I never get complacent to the idea of making love to Ian Hale.

  He kisses my neck and gingerly circles my nipple with the tip of one of his fingers. I would think nothing of it, like he was doing it just to feel close to me if I didn’t also feel him thickening against my leg as he catches his breath from the last orgasm. I’m swollen and I know I’ll be sore all day long, but my body doesn’t even take that into account as it tingles for more.

  “We have to get showered.” I groan as he pinches my nipple just barely enough to feel the tightening action. “The caterers will be here shortly for brunch.”

  “Sloan has the access code and she’s very capable. She doesn’t need us hovering over her to do her job.” He lowers his mouth to my hardened point and licks it leisurely.

  He’s talking about Sloan Reynolds, the owner of Party Panache. She handles and caters every one of Ian’s business and personal events. I knew I had no chance of helping with the wedding and keeping on top of today’s brunch by myself so I didn’t even argue when Ian scheduled her to cater this morning.

  “We have guests, Ian.” He grumbles incoherently with my breast in his mouth. “We have to get up.”

  I push him off of me and slide out of the bed, missing his grasp by mere inches.

  He follows me into the bathroom as I turn the shower on, a half dozen jets coming to life and very quickly sending steam all around us. We can’t seem to keep our hands off of each other, honestly we never have been able to, but we do manage to get clean and dressed and out to the common areas of the house before ou
r other guests make an appearance.

  We have an eclectic group that opted to stay with us last night so they could join us for today’s celebratory brunch. Alexa and Garrett stayed in ‘their’ room. Garrett drank as much as Ian did last night but he was more lucid on the ride back to the house. I’m certain owning a club has aided him in building his alcohol tolerance.

  Kaleb’s mother stayed in the room that Kaleb and Josie use when they stay over and my parents are in another room. The remaining guest room is occupied by Kaleb’s cousin Diego, or Kincaid as his biker crew calls him. I’m forever grateful to him and his club for helping when Josie was abducted. He brought his girlfriend with him and I’m a horrible host because I haven’t had the time to even learn her name much less had a chance to have a conversation with her. She seems a little skittish. They were going to stay at Kaleb and Josie’s but I insisted they stay here. Who wants to spend their wedding night worrying about guests in their home?

  The other two rooms are filled with an aunt and uncle, one from each of my parents’ side of the family. Needless to say the entire house is full and I’ve spent the last two hours panting and screaming Ian’s name like we are on a deserted island without a care in the world.

  I shake my head and smile as I walk gingerly into the kitchen where, unsurprisingly, I find Sloane and several employees already setting up the food and getting the tables ready. Ian’s house is huge but when you shove over a dozen people into it, logistics and choices become more difficult. For that reason we’ve decided on having a buffet style breakfast today.

  The doorbell chimes and I smile as I walk to answer it. Josie and Kaleb are the only ones who are expected that didn’t stay the night. I swing the door open as dramatically as I can.

  “You’re early,” I say.

  Josie swings her head and glares at Kaleb as she swats him on the arm. “I told you,” she bites out.