He gave one last kiss to her thigh, then closed his teeth around the garter and pulled.
Thank god.
Within moments, he was kneeling next to her, her dress sorted, and her garter dangling from his mouth. Landon gave her shoulders a final squeeze before patting them with an appraising touch.
“Well now, it seems Jayden’s a man after all!” he bellowed.
Everyone laughed, and she couldn’t have been more appreciative of the diversion. Taking a breath, Erin risked a look in Jayden’s direction. He was staring straight at her, his eyes dark with lust . . . and something else, something good. She granted him a shy smile, and he stood up, removing the ring of blue satin from his mouth.
He bent forward under the pretense of kissing her cheek and whispered against Erin’s ear, “I’m very proud of you, Catherine. You will be rewarded very soon.”
She remained frozen, sitting in the chair and gathering her mental faculties, while Jayden threw the garter. In an ironic twist of fate, Ryan caught it. Samantha’s resultant squeal was ear-piercing and caused another round of laughter from the guests.
Cake was next—two elaborate works of art—one chocolate, one Italian crème, and both decorated with orchids. The reception began winding down soon after. Jayden and Erin got in a couple more slow dances, the bride rejoicing in the feeling of her husband’s arms holding her close and secure.
Before she knew it, Paige had grabbed the microphone and was announcing their departure. “The lovebirds need to be on their way, or they’ll miss their plane.”
There was no time for her to change into her traveling outfit. She’d be flying in her wedding dress. They headed outside with the remaining guests while Landon went to get the car.
Erin was in a tight hug with her da when she heard Jayden yell, “Oh, fuck no!” Startled, she spun around and then was overcome with a bout of hysteria.
CHAPTER 38
Landon leaned casually against Jayden’s Wraith, a wide, arrogant grin on his face. Micah, Shawn, and even Malcolm came out of the crowd to stand next to him—and admit their part in it. The car, once sleek and sexy, now looked like an overpriced clown transport. Just Married was soaped over the back window, while strands of designer shoes and soda cans trailed from the back. If that weren’t enough, they’d even decorated the car with inflated condoms in all shapes, sizes, and colors.
A flash of anger hit Jayden at the sight of his expensive baby, and an expletive bolted from his mouth. But then he heard Erin’s angelic laughter, and a calmness overcame him. He turned away from the joke that his Rolls Royce now was to take in the love of his life.
Her hand was clasped over her mouth while she tried to stifle her guffaws, but her eyes were wide, sparkling emeralds. She’d never been more beautiful.
“Oh, Jayden, sweetie, I’m sorry.” She tried to say the words without giggling, but failed. However, she also directed such an intense look of happiness at him that he didn’t resist the urge to lean down and brush a soft kiss across her full lips.
Grinning, Jayden relaxed and shrugged. “Oh, well. I guess it’s only fair after what I did to his Porsche when they got married.” He’d made sure his friend came back from his honeymoon to decked-out wheels of his own, knowing he’d be safely out of the country when Landon made the discovery.
“Okay, Mrs. Masterson,” Jayden declared, taking her hand in his own. “I’m ready to get this honeymoon started—if you know what I mean.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her.
She batted her eyelashes. “Me too, Mr. Masterson.”
Jayden helped his wife into the car, then made his way around to the driver’s side. Giving a final wave to their few remaining guests, he ducked inside the car, and they were on their way. When they reached the airport, he continued through the second security gate, which led to the private airfield.
“What are we doing, Jayden?”
“We’re borrowing the company plane, sweet girl. It’s going to take about twelve hours to reach Shannon International Airport, then we have to get the car and drive over to Bunratty. I intend to consummate this marriage while it’s still our wedding day, but what with time changes, it will no longer be July twenty-fourth when we reach our hotel. Can’t very well consummate on public transport, now can we?” Somehow Jayden deadpanned through his spiel. It was commendable, considering he was using a lot of words to say that he simply needed to get her alone to fuck her as soon as possible.
“No, I guess we can’t.” Erin’s grin turned naughty, her eyes filling with a primal hunger.
He wondered what she was thinking, and his cock twitched at the possibilities of what could be going through her head. Jayden knew his girl was eager because of the restrictions she’d been under. What he’d found, or not found, under her dress had enlightened him to her adventurous mood. Remembering the incident caused his lips to twitch, too.
Landon had been acting like a clown and egging on the crowd, having assured Jayden that he’d handle Erin while Jayden fetched the garter. Neither one of them had counted on her providing Jayden with an irresistible temptation.
In hindsight, he should’ve known better, but truth be told, Jayden had been surprised to discover her bare and glistening. The shock had drawn a rough exhalation from him that had resulted in her clit twitching and swelling right before his eyes. How was a guy supposed to pass up that kind of invitation?
He hadn’t. Instead, though he knew it would take little to ignite her into a burning inferno, he’d had to have a taste. A small one, over the outside of her pussy lips so it teased but didn’t induce orgasm.
Once again, she caught him off guard when she’d yelled red. At the time, she hadn’t known his intention to leave her clit alone—and her response caused his heart to swell with pride. Erin had been willing to admit she couldn’t control herself, and she ended the scene. As promised, he’d backed off the moment she used the safe word, but he couldn’t stop from shaking with laughter while she tried to explain away her outburst.
Red orchids indeed.
Bringing his thoughts back to the present, Jayden found a space and parked the car, then helped Erin out. An airfield attendant appeared and grabbed their bags from the car while the couple boarded the small luxury craft. After the formalities of pre-flight checks and safety reviews were done, their flight attendant—who introduced herself as Kristine—brought the couple a fruit and cheese plate, along with an ice bucket holding a bottle of ice wine and two glasses.
He had to chuckle when the crew woman spared a brief glance at him, but let her eyes really roam over Erin. Attempting to be polite in his dismissal, he told her that would be all, and she disappeared through the door to the front cabin, leaving Erin and Jayden alone in the main cabin.
Finally.
Jayden poured them both a glass of the sweet, crisp beverage—a very small glass. Erin passing out on him was not part of his immediate plans. Not from the wine, anyway. He’d gladly allow her to slip into a satiated, well-spent slumber later when he was done with her.
While the plane taxied out to the runway, Jayden doted on Erin, feeding her berries and cheese as they sipped their wine and reminisced about the wedding. However, the moment the pilot turned off the seatbelt sign, letting them know they’d reached cruising altitude and leveled off, the eager man undid his belt and had his wife do the same.
He stood and extended his hand to her with a small bow. “I believe it’s time to get you out of this dress, Mrs. Masterson. If you’ll accompany me to the bedroom, please?”
His bride blushed, and Jayden groaned. That she could still act like an innocent maiden after all the times—and ways—he’d had her, amazed him.
“Turn around, Erin.” One by one, he removed the pins from her hair, followed by the tiny silk buds. Then he worked his long fingers through her braids, undoing the intricate red weaves. Gathering the silky tresses, he moved them over her shoulder, granting him access to her neck. Her response—an involuntary shiver—to the light kiss he planted
between her shoulder blades, incensed his arousal. “You’ve made me the happiest man alive today.”
There was a quiet rustle while he began loosening the laces on her dress. “Breathtaking doesn’t begin to describe how enchanting you look, A rúnsearc—like a goddess.” He ran the tip of his tongue along the back of her neck and up to her earlobe. Timid giggles and sighs slipped from her, and he sucked the tender flesh of her ear between his teeth, hypnotized by her light scent and taste.
With the back laces of her gown undone, the thin straps slipped from her shoulders and down her arms, and the dress fell and pooled at her feet. Stepping from behind her, Jayden positioned himself where he could view all of her and sucked in a sharp breath. He would never tire of seeing all of her natural beauty on display for him.
Careful to not touch her skin, Jayden reached out with both hands and clasped the J’s dangling from her nipples. “Mine,” he said in a low growl, then moved to capture her mouth in a passionate kiss. Taking her hand, he continued to kiss her while guiding her over the pile of chiffon. He picked up the pricey garment and hung it in the small closet.
When Jayden turned back around, Erin had moved to the bed and was reclining on her elbows in the center, one knee bent.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, more to himself than anything.
His cock was now at full attention and straining against his pants. If it wasn’t released from its confines soon, the pain would become intolerable. Would she like his surprise, the real reason he’d kept his cock hidden from her for a month? He’d find out soon enough whether the bothersome pajamas and lonely showers had been worth it.
“Please, Jayden. I need you,” she begged without shame.
Like he would say no. Jayden unbuttoned his shirt, prowling forward a step as each tiny fastener slipped free of its hole. He let the shirt fall open and undid his pants. Erin was watching his every move with passion in her eyes.
“Are you going to behave?”
“Only if you want this girl to, Master,” she purred, letting her knee fall out to the side so that he had a perfect view down the inside of her thigh.
He chuckled at his insatiable partner. “We’ll play soon enough, sweet girl. Right now, though, I want to worship and make love to my wife.” Lowering his pants and boxers, Jayden bent forward, then stayed doubled over to crawl onto the bed and position himself between her legs.
Leaning down, he placed a kiss at the top of her mons. On instinct, she lifted her hips, a silent plea for more. Jayden followed through, alternating with open mouthed kisses and tiny nips to each of her lingering burn scars. She’d been so ashamed the first time he saw them, but now she looked forward to his loving attention on them.
“I just love when you get this worked up. So responsive to my every touch,” he kissed her hip, “and each caress.” His light, glancing touches across her breasts made her back arch, and he stopped until she settled back. With a deep breath, he resumed his vexing strokes. “The room fills with the heady aroma of your sex,” he pinched one of her pierced buds, “and your delicious nipples get so hard.”
“God, Jayden,” she moaned, “you’re killing me, baby. Please stop teasing. I need you so bad . . . please.”
Jayden stretched his body over hers, holding his weight above her while placing a hand at either side of her head. His cock rested against her warm folds, her erect nipples scratching lightly at his chest, while the sides of his shirt hung down, enclosing them in a private cocoon.
She snaked her arms up and around his neck, then drew him closer to run her tongue over his lips. Jayden willingly parted them, letting her in to enjoy the fruity taste of her mouth while she lifted her hips and started rubbing herself against his erection.
Moaning, he untangled from the kiss and pulled his crotch away from her enthusiastic grinding. Jayden choked a bit while shaking his head. “No, Erin. That feels too good. You’ll have both of us blowing before we’re ready. I know I said I wanted to bathe in your come, but I intend to drink down as much of you as I can first, not have you soak my thighs. That will come later.”
She mewled, and it nearly undid him.
A quick peck to her belly then he moved to get comfortable near her pussy, where he could see the moisture pooling beneath her. Fuck, she’s so wet. His tongue nudged between her folds and sought out her clit, then swirled around the hardened nub before he gave it a small tug with his teeth. When he pulled back, her body jerked.
Crawling back off the bed, Jayden sank to his knees at the edge, grabbing Erin and pulling her toward him. She squealed at the unexpected change in position. Once he had her positioned just right, ass at the edge of the mattress and knees bent, he dove in.
With gentle licks all over the outside of her sex, he started flicking his tongue over the tip of her clit. “Erin, my jewel, this isn’t a scene, and I do want you to come when ready, but try to hold it as long as you can.”
Her whimper was followed by a breathy, “Okay.”
That’s my girl, he thought. Using his left hand, Jayden pried open her swollen lips and resumed licking. Her juices were free-flowing when he lowered his mouth to her opening, where he sucked and lapped with greed at the nectar that escaped her. She was pumping her hips against the bed, and him, and Jayden realized he was making the same motion against the bedspread, his cock seeking any kind of friction it could find.
“Fuck, Erin. Your taste is so good, so sweet . . . so divine,” he mumbled into her quivering sex. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to withstand his next move, he prepared by taking a deep breath. Easing two fingers into her, he breached her over and over, slow and coaxing. She was tight, and they both groaned at the sensation.
He lifted himself onto his knees, forcing her legs up and back while tilting her pussy up toward the ceiling and bracing his bare chest against her ass. Still holding her labia apart, he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked at the same time he withdrew his fingers, just to plunge the digits back into her. Hard and fast, repeatedly. Three, two, one . . .
“Oh, shit! Jayden, I’m . . . oh, god, I’m coming!”
Her proclamation was unnecessary, though. He felt the hot blast of her orgasm against his tongue. Squeezing his eyes shut and opening his mouth, he kept pumping his fingers in and out of her. Swallowing when his mouth was full, he opened to catch more of her spray. She continued riding her orgasm for about two minutes.
When she stilled and he slipped his fingers out of her, Jayden’s face and chest were soaked. Drawing the back of his hand across his eyes, he opened them to find his jewel flushed and panting heavily.
“Wow. Oh, wow. That was . . . oh, god, that was amazing, baby,” she croaked and threw her arms above her head.
Happy sounds bubbled out of him, and she lifted her head to look down her torso at him. “Oh, my. Looks like you need some cleaning up.” She giggled and curled her body into an upright position, kissing his lips before she started licking his face to clean it.
Jayden reveled in it, tilting his head back while the temptress snaked her tongue down his jaw and along his neck. Erin bit down on the column of his throat, and he groaned, thrusting his hips at the bedspread again. She reached down and wrapped her tiny hand around the base of his engorged shaft, stroking it with a light, barely there, pressure.
Moving back to his lips, she kissed and nibbled. “Your turn, baby,” Erin murmured against his mouth. “I need to taste your cock. Now,” she growled the word and tightened her grip.
Jayden needed her to taste him, too. It was time to share his surprise. He drew back from her kiss and stood up. As he rose, he watched her eyes trail down his chest, toward his cock.
The moment she clocked the changes, Erin’s eyes widened, and her breath hitched.
CHAPTER 39
Erin was still shaking from the mind-blowing orgasm her lover—her husband—had just provided. That didn’t stop her gaze from devouring his muscular chest, then slipping down to his chiseled abs when he stood. She was desperate to fe
el him inside her, but she also wanted to taste him. It had been too damn long since she’d had her lips wrapped around his thick cock.
Trailing her eyes down the natural V of his abdomen, she froze when color entered her line of sight—ink.
Cautiously, Erin lifted her hand to feather her fingertips across the script that matched hers. Same colors, same style. The inked words: “Property Of,” a stark contrast on his otherwise unblemished skin.
“Um?” Erin shifted her eyes back up to Jayden’s face where she found him biting his lip, waiting for her reaction. “Where’s the rest of it?” she squeaked out, not knowing if he needed to turn around to show her, or if it just wasn’t finished yet . . . or what.
He groaned, then panted out, “C-cock.”
Erin had tightened her grip on him in her hand without realizing it. “Oh, shit, sorry!” The words rushed out and she released him, but he was shaking his head.
“No, you’re fine. The rest of the tattoo is on my cock,” he amended, and Erin looked down.
Inscribed down the length of his shaft was her name: Erin. If that weren’t enough to shock her, there was also a Celtic heart knot. The symbol was positioned just below the head of his cock—her man had inked his cock with a heart for her.
Her breath wavered when she released it. The warm air rushed over his cock, and it jerked so that she caught a flash of something shiny. Reluctant to look away from the beautiful ink, Erin did anyway and found silver metal piercing the head. A barbell penetrated his cock from side-to-side, a ball fastener on each end at either side of the head.
Oh, damn. That is going to feel so good.
“Do you like it?” His whisper was uncertain.
The insecurity she heard in his tone drew her eyes up to his face. This man had made modifications, painful ones at that, to his manhood to show Erin he was hers forever. She was having a hard time wrapping her brain around what he’d endured on her behalf, but she knew she needed to acknowledge his sacrifice.
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