We walk in silence, sitting in our moment of truth. Lust will always be the lie we tell ourselves if we can’t find our way to love. I just need a sign.
My cell buzzes from my jacket pocket, and Drew’s head pops up off my chest with a giggle. “You’re buzzing.” I smile down and disentangle myself to grab it. Looking down at the screen, I roll my eyes. “Wait, King…who is it?” she asks.
“My little brother,” I say loud enough for him to hear as I answer.
“Only by three minutes” is said in unison by both of them, making me smile and laugh. “What, Luca?”
“Hello to you too. What the fuck happened tonight? Why did the club close early?”
Her eyes are curious as she watches me listen.
“Drew happened. Don’t ask anything else. I’m taking a stroll with my girl, and I don’t want to be interrupted.”
Your girl? is mouthed from those perfect lips, and I realize my slip.
“Aw shit, your girl? I have to know what happened. Put her on the phone.”
She begins motioning for me to hand her the phone, and I shake her off.
“Absolutely not, dickhead. You stay as far away as possible. You met her for five minutes and you’ve already poisoned her.” I smile down to her.
“What is she saying? She wants to talk to me, doesn’t she? Ha, put her on…” I hang up while he’s still speaking and step back, narrowing my eyes at her. This moment, this goddamn moment. It’s making my chest tight…it’s perfect.
“What?” Her eyes are bright, and just looking at her in this moment, I know it. She’s it for me; our fates were decided the first night we met. I’m done fighting it. My heart and mind can’t be at war anymore. My desire for her is too intense, and I give. Leaning down, I kiss her tenderly because I am a man in love with this woman. Fuck everything else. I don’t care if it’s too soon or a lie. I’d rather live in this lie than in any truth she isn’t a part of. The look on her face is all I need to know I’ve made the right decision.
Swiping my phone back open, I call the driver to pick us up and then Luca again. He answers with way too much excitement.
“Can you stop being such a girl right now? I need you to check on the club tomorrow night. I’m busy.” I don’t wait for his answer, knowing he’s all too happy to help me. Looking down at Drew’s questioning face, I wink. “Change of plans. Let’s run by your house and grab your things. All the good toys are at my place.”
“Done,” she answers, pointing to the car driving up for us. It pulls to a stop, and I open the door for her, slapping her ass as she climbs in. I fucking love that ass. Before she can rattle off her address to George, he starts in the direction of her home.
“Uh, what? Something you want to share?” She motions to George, and I’m caught off guard by her question until I realize my mistake. My grin returns in anticipation of her irritation.
“Is there a question you’d like me to answer?” Her lips purse at my nonchalance.
“Yeah, buddy, how about how the hell do you know my address?” My eyes are drawn to her crossing her legs and the way they slide one over the other so smoothly. I imagine what they would be like sans clothes, and it makes me want to run my tongue up her thighs to where they meet.
“I paid someone to find it, along with your phone number, workplace address, and relationship status. By the way, you’re a little liar, Miss VP. Like I said, gorgeous and smart.”
The sweet sound of her laughter fills the car. “Ha! I didn’t lie. I omitted some of the facts. It’s a gray area.” She shrugs.
“Gray area my ass. Plus, I told you I was going to stalk you. You basically gave me all the prep work, and remember I’m lazy, so I needed someone else to do the rest.” My hand takes its place on her leg.
“True, but you’re still the biggest liar. ‘Not much but enough’ was quite the downplay of its own.” Her impersonation of me draws my laughter, and I reach between her thighs to tickle her, making her wild. “Stop it,” “Oh my god,” and “Quit, I’m going to pee” echoes through the car until I pull her into my arms, brushing the hair from her face.
“Jesus, if you even knew what I want to do to you right now…”
“I’d let you,” she finishes.
“Would you?” I challenge, knowing if she knew what was in my head she would run for the hills. It’s the same thing that was in my head the night I tried to take her away. My body is filled with the need to say what I crave.
“Yes, anything…” Her eyes bore into mine, and I know she isn’t lying.
“Truth or Dare, gorgeous.” I’ll never choose dare; I don’t trust myself or you plays on loop in my head. Choose dare, my eyes implore her.
“Dare.” Her face is filled with the challenge I hope she wants to take. She’s perfect.
“Marry me.”
I’ve never held my breath so hard. What the fuck did I just say? She hasn’t moved from my arms or responded, and we just sit here, our eyes deadlocked on each other. The more time spent in silence, the more I want to fuck her into submission.
She pushes up to look at me, eyes filled with anger. “Fuck you, King. This isn’t a game. We aren’t a game. You want me? You fucking ask me for real.”
I reach for her hand, and she swats me away, so I grab for it more forcefully and pull her back toward me. “Quit it. Look at me.” She’s wild, the anger running through her veins making her the sexiest hellion I’ve ever seen. “Marry me.” I watch her eyes blink as they start to well up.
“I said marry me. Drive me crazy, make me mad with desire, just never leave me or I’ll burn this city to the goddamn ground. Marry me and I’ll worship you until I die. Marry me and I’ll make sure anyone that even so much as coughs in your direction regrets breathing. Marry me so that I can finally start to live…I love you, Drew Matthews.”
“Yes, yes, Dominic.” She climbs across my lap to straddle me, planting kisses all over my face, whispering her love to me. “When? Tonight? Tomorrow? Next month?” Her excitement is enough to make me want to recreate this for her every day of our lives.
“Tonight. Let’s go to Vegas, tonight. We’ll be married by morning, back home in bed by tomorrow night.”
“Done. George, change of plans…we need a plan,” she calls over her shoulder before bringing her lips back down to mine. “I love you, Dominic King.”
THE SPARKLE FROM MY WIFE’S finger keeps catching the light and making the cabin of our private plane sparkle like a disco ball. I’m jealous of her sleep. I can’t still. I just want to look at her face. This feeling is fucking deep, rooted into my soul. It’s a belonging I’ve never experienced. We said our vows in front of Elvis and promised to love, honor, and revere each other. She refused to say obey; it’s one of the many reasons I love her. Now we sit on our private flight home to Chicago. She sleeps, and I work to make sure our lives transition smoothly.
My email dings, alerting me to a new message from my lawyer. I’m fairly certain they’ve all lost their minds with this news, seeing as we wed without any protection for my assets. I remember when Luca was married; I made sure he protected himself from being robbed blind, but then again, I don’t have a very high opinion of Shelby. I would lay down my life for Drew, but my brother doesn’t share that kind of devotion for his wife. He was a stand-up guy in a difficult situation. His only love is Ella, and he’s a damn good father.
I read the email to see they have some paperwork for me and Drew to sign, and will leave it with an associate until I arrive this evening. After closing down my email, I pull out my phone, unsure of how I am going to handle telling my brother. He’s going to be such a girl about this, pissed off I didn’t have a wedding. The thought irritates me.
“Why does my husband look so perturbed?”
I raise my head to see Drew stretched out like a cat.
“Well, because my lawyers are being a huge pain in the ass, and I still don’t know how to tell Luca.”
“Aww, look at you. A problem you can’t solve by yelling or fuc
king someone. Okay, let me help. First, whatever the lawyers want me to sign, I’m fine with. I don’t want any of your money. Two, let’s throw a dinner party tomorrow night. At your place, outside in the garden. We’ll invite our nearest and dearest and share the news.” She claps her hands together as a show of her solution superpowers.
“You are remarkable. You know that?” Unbuckling, I lean across, trapping her into her seat, and begin a slow and seductive assault on her neck. My dick is already hard and unwilling to stand down as she pushes me back to my seat. Growling my displeasure, I take my seat again, adjusting my very hard cock.
“Behind you.” She laughs as I look to my right at the flight attendant.
“Go away,” I bark, ascending back onto my wife.
Ducking her head, she apologizes and asks for privacy from the cockblock.
“Dominic King. Do not be rude to people. It makes you an asshole.” Her failed attempt at condemnation is cute. Ignoring her, I go back to kissing her neck.
“I am an asshole,” I mumble, moving up to her jawline.
“No. You’re sweet and gentle and kind and thoughtful and really romantic, but most of all, you’re mine.” We’re nose to nose, and I push my lips out to touch hers gently.
“I am.” It’s not a question. I am hers. I’ll always be an asshole, a foreboding prick, but she rules my heart. Her alone.
“Unbuckle your belt. Pull up your skirt and take off those goddamn panties.”
“I’m not wearing panties,” she purrs while spreading her legs open until I can see the glisten.
“Fuck me, you’re gorgeous.” Reaching for her thighs, I grab them roughly and jerk her forward, dropping to my knees burying my head into her pussy. Each moan and groan increases my need to devour her sweet clit. I suck, lick, and nip at her pussy until she’s almost pulled all my hair from my head.
“Let them hear you, baby,” I hum into her clit as she grips my head, screaming my name through the cabin. I kiss the inside of her shaking thighs and position myself back in my seat, watching her right herself as she smooths down her skirt. She looks thoroughly worked over with her pink cheeks and wild hair.
“Jesus, King, I think they heard me on the ground too.” She giggles, not at all embarrassed. She’s perfect. I press the call button, and the flight attendant walks to our chairs.
“Sir?”
“Water?” I aim my question at Drew.
“Yes, please.” She smiles back, opening a magazine casually, her body giving a little shiver.
“Two,” I say to the attendant. As she walks away, Drew’s eyes find mine and drift down directly to my cock.
“Are you thinking of returning the favor, dear wife?”
“I haven’t stopped thinking of putting your cock in my mouth since we boarded. It’s a tiny little fantasy of mine.”
“Forget the waters!” I yell out, and she starts to laugh, craning her neck to confirm our guest is gone, hearing her mumble into the cockpit something about how we won’t stop having sex. When she looks back to me, I add, “Well then, baby, by all means, use me to fulfill your fantasy.”
It may be hers, but it’s quickly becoming mine. My dick is uncomfortably hard watching her drop down to her knees in front of me. She runs her hands up my thighs, digging her nails in as she goes up, and I adjust in my seat, aroused by the sensation.
“This is easily becoming my most favorite mode of transportation, gorgeous.” She bites her bottom lip, undoing my belt and unzipping my trousers. My heavy cock bobs forward, and she wraps one hand around, twisting it in a circular motion while she jacks it up and down.
“Fuck.” I let out a hiss as the sensation makes my whole body pull inward. “That feels so good, baby.” I open my eyes and watch her lick her hungry lips. “Hungry for my cock?”
She lowers her head pulling her hand down to the shaft, and traces the head of my cock with her tongue, licking off the precum.
“Jesus, you’re a fucking gift from heaven. I don’t deserve you.” My head falls back onto the seat as she wraps her warm mouth around the head and then takes me down to the base. I love her for so many reasons, but no gag reflex is definitely tied with the number one spot. Her head begins to bob, and the sweet suction from her mouth paired with her hand jacking me at the same time has my balls drawn up tight. I want to stay like this forever. She sucks and pumps my wet cock, and I run my fingers through her hair, gripping it at the back of her head, and take over. She grips the sides of my stomach, under my shirt, digging her nails into my skin as I fuck her mouth.
I grind my dick into her warm, wet mouth, envisioning her taking in my juices. “Swallow,” I demand as she grips me tighter, greedy for me as I fulfill her wish with a groan, hunching my back from the intensity of the orgasm. Straightening back up, I let out a breath and smile, letting go of her hair. My dick falls onto my pants, spent and sated. Sitting back on her heels, she smiles, and I lean forward to kiss her lips.
“You’re an angel,” I whisper.
“Sure, you say that now when I just had your dick in my mouth. Give it a month.” I’d give it a lifetime, but that will never get old.
Our flight attendant returns upon me calling her again, bringing waters and asking for us to stay buckled and seated because we are beginning out descent. I get the clear impression she doesn’t want to deal with our newlywed behavior. I couldn’t give a fuck, but my wife seems to want me on my best behavior, so I oblige.
SITTING IN THE BACK OF the black SUV, I watch the lights blur outside as we drive to the attorney’s offices from the airstrip. It’s a little past 6:00 p.m., and I’ve already checked in with Gretchen to tell her to clear her schedule for tomorrow for dinner. I’ve also sent my parents messages, trying to nail down a good time for a phone chat. Neither are particularly busy, but I’d rather kill two birds with one stone.
I feel the warmth of King’s hand on my thigh as he checks his phone. I can’t wait until we are home, in bed. “Hey, where are we living?” Looking up, he stares at me with the same bewildered expression.
“You pick.”
“Me pick? Why me pick?”
“Because this is essentially your city. My home is in New York, but I’ll relocate anywhere you choose, gorgeous.” He turns his attention back to his phone, as if moving to an entirely different state is a normal day.
I scrunch my nose, trying not to beam at him because I’ve smiled way too much in one day. How is this real life? “I love the townhouse. Let’s live there, but we need furniture. Last I remember, you’re going with a super-minimalist feel.”
Putting his phone down, he smiles at me with his megawatt grin, making me feel like it’s Christmas morning. His joy should be bottled and sold. “Quit looking at me like that. I’m trying to plan, and you’re up to something in that head of yours.”
“I am.” He grins, pulling my hand to his mouth and flipping it over to kiss the inside of my wrist.
“Why do you do that? Always kiss the inside of my wrists like that…”
“Do you dislike it?” His thumb delicately skims my wrist.
“No, it’s the opposite. I love it. But I’m just curious.”
Holding his thumb down on my wrist for a moment, his eyes meet mine. “You feel that? It’s your heartbeat. I like placing my kisses there; I hope they travel all the way to your heart.”
I scramble to his side of the car and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him hard. “Who knew my big bad alpha husband could say things that knock me right on my ass. How long has it been since I said I love you?”
“Hmmm, about ten minutes. You’re heartless.”
I kiss him again between love yous, then retreating from my assault, I add seductively, “I’m sorry. Never again, my King.” I grind a little into him to relay my apology more.
“I like that…way too much.” I can’t tell if he means the nickname or the friction.
“Kiss me. King.” His name comes out in a moan.
“Where?” he breathes into m
y neck. Jesus, he will be the death of me. All my parts are begging for attention. I open my mouth to speak, but he interrupts me.
“Too late, gorgeous. We’re here.” He pats my ass to get me moving, and I begrudgingly climb off his lap. He exits the car first, taking a call as he gets out.
“Ma’am.” My attention shoots to George’s smiling face. He makes himself so invisible I keep forgetting he’s around.
“Yes,” I answer, curious why he’s asked for my attention so formally.
“Congratulations. I couldn’t help but overhear.” He tips his hat to me.
“Thank you, but make sure to call me Drew…I’m not old enough for ma’am yet.” His laugh echoes through the car as my door is opened, and I’m offered my husband’s hand and his curious stare.
“What’s funny?”
“None of your business.” I fall into step with him as we walk into the building together past the glass-walled architecture.
“Have it your way.” He motions to his right to a bank of doors. “This way.” I pivot to look in the direction he’s leading me, and I get a glimpse of us in a tinted panel. My heart stops for a moment.
“Somebody pinch me,” I whisper to myself.
“Later,” he whispers back into my ear. Fuck, I’m wet.
Inside the offices, few lights are on, but King seems to know where we are going, so I follow giddily. We stop every three feet for him to pull me into another dark corner, taking advantage of the anonymity, letting our hands roam and kisses grow wild before he pulls me away to try and make it the rest of the distance.
We make it to the end of the hall, and he pulls me taut to his body, one armed wrapped around my waist, my hands resting on his chest. He touches his lips to mine so light I almost don’t feel it. “What’s mine is yours; sign, don’t sign. It makes no difference to me.”
“I love you.”
“You said that already.” His cocky grin complements the twinkle in his eye. Giving the door a rap, he pushes it open with force, allowing me to enter first, except when I walk through the door, the sight of a face stops me in my tracks.
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