by Kim Linwood
God, he kisses so well. The heat from his lips surges through me, filling my body from the tips of my fingers and down to my toes, but most of it pools right between my legs. When we part I’m breathing heavy, and so is he. Something tells me he’s not going to be as easy to push away tonight, and maybe it’s the champagne, but right now that doesn’t sound so bad.
Joyce was the first to ring her glass, but she definitely isn’t the last. Each new kiss is a little bit deeper than the last, and Gavin’s letting his hands roam more freely as night falls and it’s easier to hide. When he cups my ass and I don’t immediately slap him, we’re both a bit surprised, I think.
By the time we get to dessert, which is a tall spindly thing that I have no idea what is other than that it tastes deliciously sweet and is decorated with heavenly melted chocolate, my nipples are rubbing against my top, and I’m squirming in my seat. If only I could keep Gavin using his mouth for kissing instead of talking, I might not even want the annulment.
Out on deck, a large area has been set off as a dance floor, and as the servers clear away the last of our dishes, a live band starts up. Chuck’s right there with them, picking up the microphone and declaring that it’s time for our first dance as a married couple. It’s a good thing I’m pretty drunk, because all of my dancing experience comes from dance clubs. Sober, I’d never dare to let Gavin pull me out of my chair and onto the dance floor.
“Just follow my lead, babe.” He takes my left hand in his right, puts his left hand at the small of my back, then leads me elegantly around the dance floor while I follow the best I can. He moves confidently, like he’s done this a million times, his strong arms nearly carrying me. “Dad insisted I learn this shit growing up. Never thought it’d actually come in handy.”
Gavin laughs while doing his best to make me look graceful. It’s like I’m floating when I’m in his arms, my head swimming and it’s not just from the alcohol. Twinkling stars spin above as he twirls me, the wrap floating around my thighs, and when he pulls me back in, I melt into him. I think I’m pretending, but honestly I can’t even tell anymore.
The first number ends, and after a round of applause that he receives gracefully and I receive by burying my face against his chest to hide my blush, the other partiers join in.
I try to head back to the table, but Gavin stops me with a tight grip on my arm. He shakes his head, a playful pout on his full lips. “Tell me you are not leaving me on the dance floor after only one dance. On our wedding night, no less.”
“I’m not much of a dancer.” Other than alone in my bedroom, I add silently. But he doesn’t need to know that.
He pulls me right back into his grip, holding me so close I can hear his heartbeat thundering in my ear. “Don’t care. Dance with me.” Then with one hand holding me close, and the other sliding down onto my ass, he leans into the crook of my neck and kisses it while we sway to the slow number the band is playing. For a second I tense, but something gives. Instead of pushing away, I press closer to him, even putting a soft kiss or two on his chest.
All the fight has gone out of me, and I can’t seem to find it again. I’ve no idea how long we dance, but I’m snapped out of the moment when there’s a bright explosion on night sky, illuminating us in reds and blues. My first thought is the Captain’s tall pirate story, but it’s only fireworks.
We look up, still standing close and swaying gently. Flash after flash lights up the deck, spraying every color imaginable into the air. The fireworks reflect in the crystal clear waters, making it seem like we’re completely surrounded. It’s magical. Something tells me that I need to remember this, because I can’t imagine a more beautiful wedding, and no matter what happens afterwards, for right now, it’s mine.
Captain Chuck comes by with fresh champagne flutes, giving us one each with a wink before returning to mingle with the other passengers. He’s got the sense to leave us alone. Gavin downs his in one long gulp and then throws the glass overboard. “We’re going upstairs.”
I open my mouth to protest, but my body betrays me. I shiver in anticipation, and when I speak it’s not the oh my God, no that I was thinking. Instead, I just say, “Okay.” Grinning mischievously, I throw my glass like he did, watching it arc through the air until it disappears into the inky blackness surrounding the ship. I giggle like I’ve just done something ridiculously naughty.
Who are you and what have you done with Angie?
With a laugh, Gavin scoops me up in his powerful arms, carrying me easily. Instead of fighting him, I nuzzle my face against his broad chest and wrap my arms around his neck. My new husband might be an asshole, but there’s still a stupid smile on my face.
The crowd cheers and claps as he carries me past them. I burst out laughing, and I can’t stop it, burying my face in the crook of his neck in embarrassment. Everyone knows where we’re heading, and why.
I’ve just gotten married to a guy who confuses, infuriates and tempts me like no other.
And it’s time for the wedding night.
Chapter 22: Angie
We burst in through the door to our suite, him carrying me over the doorstep, true to tradition. Sort of, anyway. I suppose most brides are carried over in more than a bikini, but at least it’s white. I giggle, getting a look from Gavin. The champagne’s still bubbling in my blood.
He kicks the door shut behind him, not bothering with the lights. Outside, the fireworks are still going off, throwing showers of colorful light spattering across our bedroom. I hardly notice. His eyes are locked to mine, gazing at me so intensely. My world narrows until it’s just the two of us while he carries me to the bed.
It’s going to happen. I should be scared, or angry, or at least push him away, but I don’t want to. What I want is him, at least for tonight.
He lowers me gently onto the white satin sheets, then follows until he covers me. His lips trail kisses along my shoulder and collarbone, as he pulls the flimsy wrap aside. It’s like I’m viewing myself from the outside in, watching as I give myself to him. I don’t know if the haze is alcohol or lust, but I can’t stop touching him. I explore him with my hands, running them all over his muscular back, tracing his shoulder blades with my fingertips.
I have to taste him. Running my fingers into his hair, I grip him tightly and pull him up to me until our lips touch. For the first time ever, I’m the one kissing him, savoring the flavors of champagne and dessert, and something that’s uniquely his.
Pressing against me, he forces his hips in between my legs, and even though we’re still wearing our bathing suits, I can feel his hardness against me. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to do this,” he says huskily.
“Shut up and kiss me, before I change my mind.” I squirm, eager to finally ease the emptiness inside me.
He chuckles softly before he leans in and kisses me roughly, claiming me with his mouth. Then he moves, leaving me gasping while he licks and nibbles his way along my jaw. I’m holding my breath, just feeling his skin against mine.
As he travels down the side of my neck toward my shoulder, he grabs my bikini top and pulls it up. My breasts pop free, and he palms one with his big hand, squeezing it and rolling my nipple between his rough fingers. I moan in response, arching against him.
His lips explore my collar bone, kissing their way onto my chest. Every touch sends a little spark arcing across my skin. Slowly, but surely he approaches the rise to my unhandled breast until he closes his mouth around the nipple.
My racing heart feels like it’s about to beat its way out of my chest while adrenaline courses through me, making me shiver so hard it almost hurts. Burying my fingers deep in his hair, I try to keep him in place when he kisses down the bottom curve of my breast, but no matter how hard I tug, he ignores me.
It’s only when he gets as far as my belly button, swirling his tongue around it teasingly, that I realize where he’s heading. I look down at him past my breasts, watching closely as he nibbles closer to the top of my bottoms. When he’
s almost there, he looks up and grins. It’s his usual cocky smirk, but for once it doesn’t annoy me at all. I want the promise of what that smug little smile holds.
Hooking his fingers in my bikini bottoms, he raises his eyebrows at me. A final, silent question. Swallowing deeply, my response is to raise my hips. He rips the bottoms off, leaving me naked except for the top hanging loosely around my neck. My breasts rise and fall in time with my rapid breathing as I wait to see what he’s going to do.
Gavin puts his strong hands on the insides of my thighs and forces them wide. God, he can see all of me. No one’s seen me open like this before. Not like this. Please, oh please, don’t let him think I look weird down there or something.
He smiles. Not a grin or smirk, but a real smile. He’s looking at me with a reverent expression on his face. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” He kisses me just above my mound, then down over my hip and onto the inside of my thigh, each touch building the anticipation just a little bit more. Closer and closer, until his lips are almost there, and then he switches to my other thigh and starts over. I fist the sheets in frustration while I watch him.
When I press my hips towards him, trying to get to the main event, he laughs softly. “You’re so impatient, babe.”
“I’m not your babe.” I don’t know why I bother to talk back. He has me right where he wants me, and I’m not going anywhere.
He kisses me right on the clit, and the only warning I get is his hot breath rushing over it a split second before. Oh my freaking God. A shock races through me, sending tingles all the way out to my fingertips. I can’t believe how good this feels.
“Are you sure, babe?” Pulling back, he waits until I whimper and chase him with my hips. He laughs, then leans back in, swiping his tongue right up through my folds. Drawing a sharp breath through my teeth, I arch against his mouth. He’s still a cocky jerk, but I’ll tolerate him. For now.
He paints with broad strokes of his tongue, kissing and licking and driving me insane. Over the years I’ve gotten pretty good at getting myself off, but it doesn’t even compare to the magic he’s working between my legs. As molten heat roils around inside me, I realize how close I am.
My nerves kick into overdrive and my muscles lock up as I come hard on his tongue. He wraps his hands over my thighs, keeping me in place and driving my climax forward with his oh-so-talented mouth. I shake under him, and it feels like it’s going to last forever. The fireworks have stopped outside, but now I’m seeing them on the backs of my eyelids.
When my body finally relaxes and eases back on the bed, I open my eyes to find him grinning at me, his eyes crinkled into crow’s feet at the corners. He continues to place soft kisses on my folds, making me shiver deliciously with each one. Everything feels so freaking sensitive.
“How was that, babe?” he asks, obviously trying to get a rise out of me.
I close my eyes for a moment again, just concentrating on breathing. “I’ve decided, that if you keep doing that, you can call me babe all you want.”
“Oh, I’ve barely started.” He stands, and tugs down his swim trunks. For a moment they catch on the huge lump underneath, but he works them past, then stands before me in all his glory.
Wow.
His cock, and that’s the only word I can think of that seems adequate, is huge. As he climbs back on the bed and in between my legs, it bounces softly in front of him. I lick my lips nervously, unable to take my eyes off it. Am I ready for this?
He hovers over me, resting his weight on his painted forearms at either side of my head, then looks down, watching my reaction. Bringing one arm back, he aims himself, sliding the broad head up and down between my folds. Each touch only adds to the boiling heat inside me.
I’ve never been more ready. I meet his gaze, locking my eyes to his. “Do it.”
Nestling himself right at my entrance, he pushes slowly forward while he watches me intently. I draw a tight little breath when I feel him part me, pushing into me for the first time. He’s so huge, or I’m so tight, that it aches, but God it feels good. As he opens me, I surrender to him, but I never look away from his intense, dark gaze.
His hips touch mine. He’s all the way in. I’ve done it. No longer a virgin. My first time is on my wedding night, and my husband, who I spend half my time lusting after and half my time furious with, is going to be my stepbrother. I can’t think about that, otherwise I’ll freak out. I’m just going to live in the moment, and right at this moment, I’m filled by Gavin’s long, thick cock.
“You alright?” His voice is soft, but with a hint of urgency to it.
I nod. “Yeah.” I close my eyes and take a second to let the feel of him inside me drive away my concerns. “Yeah, more than alright.”
“Good, ‘cause I don’t think I can hold still any longer.”
He slides out almost as slowly as he went in, then returns a little faster. Again, a little faster. And again. I spread wider, inviting him. Soon he’s thrusting in a regular rhythm, his tattoos dancing as he moves, while I writhe underneath him as his magnificent cock strokes me in all the right places.
We started out making love, but now he’s fucking me, and I love it. I crave it. Our moans mingle as our sweaty bodies mash against each other. He takes me, and I meet him stroke for stroke, his tight abs flexing and his hard ass thrusting, fucking me like a piston.
Then he pulls out, leaving me whimpering, his cock slick and still hard as steel. “Turn around. Get on all fours.”
In a daze, I obey, and as soon as I’m up, he grabs my thighs and pulls me to the edge of the bed so he can stand behind me. The height is perfect, and he slides smoothly back into me, making me groan deep in my throat.
I wasn’t sure at first, but as soon as he reaches around and plays with my breast with one hand while he rubs my clit with the other I’m sold. He plays my body with the touch of a master, directing me exactly where he wants.
“Come for me, babe. Do it for me.” His husky voice is tight with need. He pounds into me, the fronts of his thighs smacking into the backs of mine while his fingers work overtime. I’m overwhelmed by sensations, floating like I’m in a barrel, the edge of the waterfall roaring in my ears. He claims me, and much as I try to hold off, I can’t.
I go over the falls.
Every muscle in my body clenches. My toes curl painfully and my back arches tightly as I come. I think my eyes are still open, but all I see is white as I shake beneath him. Tingles rush from my core to everywhere else in my shivering body. I’ve never felt anything like it.
Through all the quaking and groaning and tightening, he thrusts, driving wave after wave of pleasure through me. He’s going to kill me. I’ve never felt anything so powerful, so over the top crazy. I scream. I don’t know if we have any next door neighbors, but if we do they definitely know about us now and I can’t find it in me to care.
I’m only just coming down when his thrusts get even faster and his breath grows erratic. With a deep, throaty groan, he pushes himself deep and I feel him fill me with heat, pulsing inside me. A tiny voice in the back of my mind yells that I should be panicking right now, but I don’t hear it. Or I don’t understand it. I don’t know. All I know is that this is the most amazing feeling I’ve ever felt and I’m not about to let anything ruin it for me.
He finishes, and after one last pulse, he stops moving completely. For a moment, time stands still, then he collapses to my side, pulling me with him so we land in a spooning position. He never even slips out, holding me close.
And that’s how we fall asleep.
Chapter 23: Gavin
My brain feels like I woke up in a zombie marching band apocalypse. Head pounding, stomach churning, mouth like sandpaper, and I can’t feel my fingers. I try to roll over, but my arm’s trapped by a soft, sleeping body. Curled into me, Angie’s still fast asleep, and when I move it’s like she senses it even in her sleep and inches closer until her face nuzzles my chest.
Holy fucking shit.
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p; Little Miss Principles. The girl who wouldn’t give me the time of day. The girl who said right to my face that she wouldn’t even if I was the last man on the Earth. Sleeping in my arms. Well, if that’s not a victory, I don’t know what is.
Not just once, either. Once more in the middle of the night, and then again only a couple of hours ago. I know it must have been her first time, but once she let herself give in, she turned into a fucking wild cat. She damn near wore me out, which I’m never going to tell her, because I wouldn’t hear the end of it.
But right now, when she’s not busting my balls, she’s adorable. Who am I kidding? Even when she’s chewing me out, she’s cute as hell. I don’t know what it is about her. At first it was my pride. Hunting down the one who ran away. But, fuck, I love the way she challenges me, and she might deny it, but she enjoys it too.
Now? I don’t have a fucking clue, but my victory doesn’t feel like one. I’m not ready for our game to be over. Letting out a soft breath, I brush a lock of silky hair out of her face. I’m not used to not wanting to let go. Fortunately, we have some honeymoon left to screw it out of our systems. That should be enough.
Our honeymoon. I laugh softly. What the fuck have we gotten ourselves into? I might’ve dropped out of school, but it doesn’t take a degree to know there’s no way it’s legal. Maybe we just got our parents hitched without them even knowing it. That’d be fucking rich. “Hey Dad. Guess what? You’re married now. Congrats! I brought you a t-shirt.”
I stroke her hair softly, just watching her breathe. The covers slipped down while we slept, exposing those perfect tits and I watch them rise and fall. I want to touch, but I don’t want to wake her yet.
What’s up with that, Gavin? You falling in love or something?
Wouldn’t that be a nightmare? Angie’s growing on me, though. I could stay here all day watching her like this. Unfortunately, I still can’t feel my arm and I’ve got morning wood hard enough to drive in a nail. I need to take a leak something fierce.
