by Nicole Snow
Is he done? Is he through pulling my heart out of my chest in slow motion and replacing it with mush? I don't think the happiest woman on Earth stays human after this man has screwed up her pulse. Knotted up her inner rhythm in all the best ways.
“Then by the power vested in me by Washington, I hereby pronounce you –”
Torch the script. Trent Usher, my amazing husband, isn't the only one here who gets to stray off it and do whatever the hell he wants.
The crowd gasps as I throw myself at him, push my lips to his, and drink him in so hard it hurts my face. It doesn't even take a second before he catches on.
We kiss ourselves into bliss. We synchronize souls. We fall into forever with the sunlight leaking through the church's tinted glass, a kaleidoscope of colors bursting onto us. It's a spotlight that cuts straight to our hearts.
They're huge. Happy. Drunk on love.
“You two look amazing together.”
“Dad! Are you trying to break a record today, seeing how many times you can say it?” I'm trying to give my dad an annoyed look, but I can't help but smile. We're saying goodbye to our parents – or trying to – but they're way too good at talking our ears off.
It's the last stop. Incredible we're not completely exhausted, too, after the dinner, the dance, and endless conversations with distant family I haven't seen for years, plus more of Trent's business associates than I can remember.
“Because I mean it, peanut. Long, hard road getting here. A few months ago, I'd have never believed it, but now...my God. Can't see anything else.”
“Neither can I,” mom cuts in, sipping her champagne. “You know, this is the first day I've roamed around without noticing the pain? They said that wouldn't happen for a few more months.”
“As long as you hydrate, dear,” dad says softly, giving a knowing look at her glass. She shoots him a dirty look back. “Only because I love you. Don't want you paying for this lovely day in the morning.”
She opens her mouth to snap back, but then closes it. Instead, she presses her arms around Trent one more time, whispering in his ear, loud enough so I can hear. “We couldn't be happier for you both. Except, I don't think anything will ever make us smile more than having our family together again.”
He pats her hands and looks at dad. My father nods, a rare smile creeping out behind his salt and pepper goatee. “Ditto. It's good to have you back, Mr. Usher.”
The four of us trade hugs one more time and then we turn. Trent gives me a knowing look. I smile back, shaking my head, suddenly blushing like I did years ago, when we were just two stupid kids afraid to admit our crushes. “Okay, out with it. You've been looking at me like that all night. What's up?”
He wrinkles his nose, leaning in. “A little sympathy, Presh. Much as I've loved all this talk and pressing hands, there's something I've waited very patiently for. It involves you, me, and a horizontal surface sturdy enough not to break. But for simplicity's sake, let's make that last part optional.”
Laughing, I push against him. He growls, grabs my hand, and leads me on faster, toward the back entrance of the huge historic mansion where we've had our reception. There's a private marina down in the docks and a familiar ship waiting, illuminated by the soft lamps on the shore.
“I can't believe you want to take the Wilkie out. We're lucky dad was even able to salvage her after the fire. The kitchenette still smells a little like smoke, last I checked.”
“She's aged like a fine wine, Presh. Look, we both know I could easily afford to buy my own fleet of yachts. Thing is, if we really want to sail up to the Orcas and onto Victoria in style – and we do – there's nothing better. We'll never find another ship where we began.”
My heart overrides the soft roll of my eyes. “You're right. I'm just...do you want me to keep crying? Because this is how it happens, Mr. Usher.” I'm blotting at my face again. Even after so much emotion today, I'm still overwhelmed. I don't know if it'll ever end.
“Mrs. Usher,” he growls, taking great delight in the Mrs. part, “I'm very good at taking your mind off tears, if you'll give me a chance.”
The hand he's kept on my low back drifts down, grazing my ass through the dress. Smiling, I shoot him a knowing look, trying to control the goosebumps peppering my helpless skin. “Not until we're out of here and in port. Privacy, Trent. You're lucky I remember how to drive this thing after all these years.”
He opens his mouth to say something, but it's not the reason I jump again. This time, much higher, my heart in my throat. An arm reaches out of the bushes, grabs his shoulders, and he whirls around, ready to put his fist through the intruder's face.
“Jace? Holy shit.” I'm covering my mouth, heart pounding, fearing the worst.
He looks rough. He's wearing a white shirt with the top three buttons undone, his curly dark hair is a mess. The freshly grafted skin on his neck glows unnaturally pink in the light.
“There's my lovebirds. Relax, sis, I'm not here to –”
“What the hell do you want?” Trent snarls, hooking me around the waist, using his hard body as a shield.
“I came out here because I had to. It's been too long. Yeah, yeah, I know dad said I should stay in treatment. Rest assured I'll be marching my ass back to the reservation right after this. Go talk to my driver if you don't believe me. I also came to say...fuck, this is difficult...I'm sorry.” His eyes hit mine. I relax and tense simultaneously. They're not crazy eyes, but my brother with a conscience? I can't even. “Trent, I fucked you over hard. Then I kept doing it. I lost my shit when I should've been a man and learned to straighten it out. I'm doing that now. I swear.”
“Jace, you're sweet, but I'm not sure this the best time –”
“No, sis. No.” He pivots, drilling his eyes into mine. “It's the only time. Only one that makes sense. Now that our family's changing, merging like it was always supposed to. We've finally got a chance to put this crap behind us.” He looks away, over the sea, and then sighs. “I came out here to bury the damn dagger.”
“Hatchet,” Trent corrects. I think we both expect my brother to get pissy over that, but he just laughs.
“Right, Usher. Got it. Listen, I won't keep you much longer. I've said what I needed to, and in case it didn't sink in yet, here it is one more time: I'm really, really fucking sorry. Sorry for everything. And I'm working like hell to make sure it never happens again.”
Trent cranes his face, studying my brother. At last, he nods firmly. “Then you deserve nothing but my best, Jace. Thanks.”
His hand stays in mine while I lean forward, yet another round of tears fighting to get out, and give my brother a bear hug. “You'll be better soon. I know you will.”
He's smiling when I pull away. We watch him turn away quickly, wiping something from his eye, and then kick gently at a couple loose rocks at the edge of the dock.
“Should be fully done with rehab by October. Maybe we'll catch up then?”
“Count on it,” Trent says, preempting me. He pushes his fingers through mine and gives his reassuring pressure. “We'll probably be back in Seattle around then. Or if you ever come out toward Spokane –”
“That'd be amazing. I'll see what my schedule looks like. Got a new internship lined up with one of dad's old partners. Heavily supervised,” he says with a wink. “See you soon, sis. In case you both wondered, I'm heading straight home – against my better instinct to start working on Linds tonight. I'll win her back, one way or another.”
He turns, pacing up the hill. Trent glances further ahead, making sure the driver is really there like he said, and then we both share a confused look.
I don't think Lindsey will ever forgive him for the horrible things he did. But if there's anything I know, bracing my head for a second against the man who's given me so much, it's that change is inevitable.
And sometimes it's pretty shocking.
Sometimes change branches out in strange, beautiful, awesome directions.
“Easy, hubby!” I'm surpr
ised how feral I sound.
He's not the only one trying to practically tear my dress off as soon as we're anchored for the night after a steady cruise north, somewhere near Bellingham.
“Fuck no. I've waited all night. Dress off now if you want to keep it looking pretty.” His words come rough, through his teeth, a split second before he's on me again, dive-bombing kisses at my neck. His five o'clock shadow rakes heat through my blood.
His hand finds my right breast through the fabric, squeezes, and my heat becomes fire. I toss my head back, giving in. So completely gone and loving it.
“Trent!” I'm gasping quite possibly the one name I can comprehend.
“You heard me, Presh. Dress. Off. Now.”
I don't know who's faster. I'm grateful for how he puts his lust on pause, barely long enough to help me shed my dress without any crazy damage. It falls to the floor, a heap next to the massive bed, and then I'm on him, pulling at his tie, leveling my mouth against his.
His hand reaches between my thighs. A knuckle goes against my clit, pushing hard through soaked fabric, tortuously enticing. I whimper.
“Fuck this,” he says, hurling off his jacket, working on his buttons like mad. “I'm not just stripping down like a sailor on drill because I'm eager to be in my wife – though that's very much part of it. I've waited all damn day for you to see your surprise, Presh.”
“Surprise?” I think I blink twice, the only time his prowling hands allow, tearing at his shirt.
His chest is the same broad masculine mass of steel muscle and dizzying ink I've loved forever. I bring my face close, stamping kisses, wondering what he's getting at. “Found it yet?” he says, sifting his fingers through my hair.
When I do, I stop. Reaching up, I run my fingers across the new tattoo on his shoulder.
It's today's date next to a ring of black fire, intricate and beautiful. Our names are stamped around the flames in a circle, but that's not what makes me grin and shake my head.
Apparently, I'm not just the happiest woman alive anymore. I'm also the luckiest.
“This lifetime and the next. Forever.” I read aloud, a strange shock gnawing at my stomach. Why is this familiar?
Wait. How could I ever forget where I wrote those words before? My throat tightens.
“You...Jesus. You used the words from my hate letter?”
Trent smiles, big and knowing. He grabs my hand, lays it over the tattoo, dragging my nails into it, into him. “Seemed fitting. That's what we did here, didn't we? Turned hate into love. Hell into forever. Figured that belongs on my skin just like your name, darling. Why the hell not? We both know it's already branded thick on my soul.”
“Trent...”
“No, woman. No more tears. Not while the night's young and you're so hot and wet, begging for every inch of me.”
I'm still in disbelief, my heart drumming out of my chest, but my body can't lie. It responds automatically to his touch as he drops to his knees, and then sinks lower.
He spreads my legs, rips my panties off with his teeth.
Whatever soft, tender, bedazzled thoughts I had banish once his tongue goes to work.
Oh, and how.
Long restless licks up my folds. Measured heat against my clit. Two fingers slip deep inside me as I arch my back, powerful and in control, holding back their sweetness until I push my hips into him.
He pauses just for a second, looks up, and gives me my marching orders. “Fuck my fingers, Precious. Fuck my mouth. Fuck my all. Come for me a little harder than you ever have before. It's easy...you're my wife.”
I can't breathe. Can't think. Can't do anything except lose myself in this amazing man, melting down, down, down.
It doesn't take long. His tongue attacks my pussy in long, deep strokes. Once it finds my clit, he's relentless.
I come, trying to yell his name.
Trying and failing because all that comes out is a sharp, breathless gasp. Two weeks without coming on his face and a lifetime of wanting to. Years of dreaming about our wedding night, and finally – finally! – living it.
He growls into my pussy, pulling my ass into him, tongue lashing at my clit. I come so hard even my bones tense, joining my flesh, my heart, my soul in the storm he forces through me.
“Fuck,” I hear him say, flat on my back, desperately replenishing spent breath. “Legs around my waist. Hold on tight. We're not stopping, darling. We're making this count. I'm not fucking pulling out till I've had my wife's pussy thoroughly drenched, fucked, and marked by this dick.”
Like what's coming next needs any introduction.
Trent does everything he promises and then some. Our first fuck as a married couple is sharp, intense, and frantic.
The fire in his body can't wait to spill itself in mine. I come again just thinking about it, no more than a few dozen strokes in, his hips slamming mine into the mattress.
I swear, we might be screwing each other so hard the entire boat rocks.
For once in my life, I don't care.
Don't care about anything except holding this man, pushing my hands and feet into his walls of muscle.
Riding out the love, the lust, the passion of us.
“Need to feel your pussy go again, darling,” he growls, pressing his forehead to mine.
One rough hand reaches up, tugs at my nipple, sends more electricity through my blood. Then it's in my hair, flattening me against the bed, giving him more leverage between my legs. All the better to give me longer, deeper, unbelievable strokes.
“Trent! Oh, hell. Yes.” My eyes roll as his cock does something wonderful inside me.
He catches just the right angle. Just the right speed. Just the right –
“Oh my God. It's good – so good – but hubby, I don't...I don't know if...”
“Presh, you hear me? Fuck me like you mean it. Your married pussy feels so good and I'm so close. Give it to me now.” He silences my next denial with a vicious kiss, sinking his teeth into my bottom lip. “Come the fuck with me.”
Just when I think my body has hard limits, he smashes them.
My eyes roll back after a few more rough strokes and I'm so gone.
Coming!
So hard, so swift, so blindingly hot on his cock I lose my whole weight and just fly.
“Precious, fuck! Coming.”
And he does. Violent spasms rip through him. Every muscle on his huge, magnificent body becomes hot stone, a slab of man pouring himself into me. His cock plunges deep and he roars his release, the heat of his seed floods into me sharper than sin.
Coming. Together.
Coming. So good.
Coming. Forever.
He holds his cock in me as we slowly drift out of our stupor. Then he buries his lips on mine again, a softer, saner kiss, one that settles deep in my heart.
“Amazing, Presh. Just like you. Must be the luckiest asshole anywhere, knowing I've got a lifetime of that ahead.”
“This lifetime. And the next,” I say, smiling into another kiss. I nip at his bottom lip, catch it, and then give back a bite as good as he gave.
Only trouble with life is, it spins by so fast, especially after you've found the man you're meant to have forever.
I pause, loving how he laughs, rubbing at his lips, and then attacks mine all over again.
Our next kiss, I savor. Because as fast as our new happy lives are rocketing by, they'll never catch forever.
Lucky me, lucky us, forever with Trent Usher is a very long, very sweet, very perfect eternity.
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First published in March, 2017.
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Title Note: This book was originally published with the title Baby Fever Virgin.
Description
WE CAN'T DO THIS AGAIN. I'M FAKING OUR SECOND CHANCE...
ROBBI
Once, Lucus Shaw was my everything.
First kiss. First surrender. First man to promise me a ring, children, a life together.
I remember his rogue smirk, his soul stinging kiss, the blistering words that always made him a little dangerous.
