by Lexie Davis
“I’m down with it if you are.” He rubbed a hand over his face. “Even the no-sex thing.”
Laughing, she said, “It hurt to say that, didn’t it?”
“A little bit.” He held her to him, resting his chin on her shoulder. “Okay, a lot. Please tell me it’s temporary.”
She laid her head against his chest, enjoying the feel of him against her. “It is. It only lasts about eighteen years.”
He pressed his lips to her forehead. “You’re busting my balls again.”
They held each other for a while, simply enjoying the intimacy. She closed her eyes and pictured them with a child. She wanted a little girl and knew without a doubt their daughter would have Ryker wrapped around her little finger. She smiled as she thought about him holding their baby. He’d be a hands-on dad. When he cared about something or someone, very little deterred him from it. He’d love their child. She knew he would.
But the lingering thought of the club life mixed with their child swirled in her brain. He didn’t want his kid around it. He’d told her himself. So what did that mean for him? Them?
She pulled away. “What about the club?” He didn’t say anything, and she continued, trying her best to undo her dress. “You said you didn’t want your kid involved in that life. It’s difficult enough between me and you. What about our baby?”
He pushed her hands away and unzipped her dress. He pressed soft kisses against her shoulder, her neck. She smiled as he pulled the sleeves of her dress off her body and turned her around to face him.
“I’m thinking about dropping the club and taking up the position of being your love slave.”
She frowned. “What?”
Instead of responding, he kissed her. Ella held onto him as he slid her dress off her body. Beneath it, she wore white lace, and he pulled away for a second to take in the sight. “Damn.”
“You’re leaving the club?”
He met her eyes. “Not right now.”
“But…” He leaned in to kiss her neck, and she gripped his shirt. “Stop for a second.”
“No.”
She pushed him off her for long enough to catch his gaze. “Do you want to leave the Roaming Devils?”
His lips tilted slightly. “I want to fuck my wife.”
She scoffed. “Ryker.”
He pressed his finger to her lips. “Right now, you’re going to get naked and I’m going to get naked. No more talking.”
He pressed her back against the mattress. Her eyes fluttered shut as he kissed every inch of her while peeling the last remaining clothing off her body. He spread her legs and dipped his head to lick her smooth pussy, teasing her clit mercilessly. She clutched at his short hair, suddenly missing the longer locks. He’d gotten a haircut for the wedding and Ella loved it, even though he’d lost some of his rugged appeal.
He started to undo the buttons on his shirt. Ella watched as he pushed the small white beads through the holes, revealing his tanned and very tattooed chest. Inch by inch, he revealed more skin that made her mouth water. Her sexy husband was gorgeous and tempting.
“I love you. In some ways, I think I always have.”
He tossed his shirt to the ground and fumbled with the zipper of his pants. “Yeah?”
“Yeah.” Smiling at him, she watched as he undressed, shifting so he could pull his pants off his legs. He rarely wore underwear and had opted not to under his wedding attire. She chuckled at him, loving how right the moment felt.
“You tired?” he asked.
“No.” She yawned and grinned. “How’d you know?”
“You’re not mauling me.”
“Soft and sweet tonight.”
He crawled over her, moving between her legs. “No wild, kinky sex on our wedding night?”
She rubbed his toned back. “I’m saving that for the honeymoon.”
His mouth found hers as the tip of his cock parted her wet folds. Ella pressed her lips to his chest, kissing the area right above his heart. He cupped the side of her head and leaned down to kiss her. She needed the closeness. While nothing had really changed between them with the wedding, she found herself more connected to him. She figured he liked that she had his name now too. That she wore his ring and was officially his. And if she were really honest with herself, she wanted to be.
He pushed inside her with one smooth stroke. Ryker nipped at her lower lip and tugged, sloppily kissing her as he thrust into her body. Her fingers dug into the muscles of his back, sliding down his slick skin as she kissed him back. The longer she was with Ryker, the more she realized that in those moment, she’d never get him close enough. He fit her so perfectly.
She dropped her head back, closing her eyes as his cock repeatedly filled her pussy. Ella had been nervous about their wedding night: she’d been fretting over everything and questioned halfway through the reception if she’d have the stamina to actually get to this point. It filled her mind that she’d fall asleep halfway through, and Ryker would be pissed off at her.
He scraped his teeth along her exposed neck, and Ella moaned. He squeezed her breast, pushing harder and deeper into her.
“Come for me,” he whispered. He propped himself above her on one arm, staring down at her as he reached between them. He rocked into her as his fingers played with her clit, giving her that push she needed.
“You’re gorgeous, baby.” Ryker leaned down and nipped at her lips. “So fucking beautiful. Come on my cock. Squeeze me while you take your pleasure.”
Ella clutched his head, forcing her breast into his mouth. He groaned as her pussy tightened around him, his fingers slick with her moisture. When she finally let him go, he smiled at her.
“I could watch you come all day.” He kissed her. “Damn beautiful sight.”
“Why didn’t you come?”
“Because I want to draw it out.” He withdrew from her and rolled to his back. “We only get one wedding night. Come here and ride me.”
Instead, Ella sat up and moved between his legs. “We may be married, but you’re not the boss of me.”
She leaned forward and tightened her lips around his cock, taking as much as she could into her mouth until he touched the back of her throat. He smoothed her hair aside and tightened his fingers in it, tugging lightly as she bobbed along his cock. There were very few things that Ryker loved more than her, but she was pretty sure her mouth on him was one of them.
“If you think you’re going to make me come like that…” She slipped her finger between his cheeks. Ryker sucked in a shaky breath. “I thought we weren’t doing kinky sex tonight?”
She pulled her mouth away from him, rubbing his tight little hole. “I can make you come. Don’t ever underestimate me on that. Besides, didn’t you say you wanted to be my love slave? Slaves don’t dominate. They’re compliant and agreeable.”
He shook his head. “Fuck it.”
“I intend to.”
His chuckle turned into a groan as she licked his balls, using one hand to stroke his cock and the other to rub his hole. Ryker clutched the sheets beneath him, tugging as he writhed. Ella chuckled to herself when he gave up, the harsh groan something between pleasure and pain. Warm jets of semen sprinkled his abdomen and drizzled on her hand. Ella pushed up from him and leaned down to lap up the little dots.
“You’re going to fucking kill me on the first night.”
She smiled. “I’m the boss.”
He laughed. “Yes. You’re the fucking boss. Shit.” He pulled her up and wrapped his arms around her. “And I’m your fucking slave.”
****
Ryker woke with his head pressed against Ella’s breast. He smiled and pushed up from her, dragging his tongue along her stiff nipple. She shifted and pulled the blanket higher, nearly covering her head. He laughed and left her alone, heading to the bathroom.
He didn’t know what to think about actually getting married. Hell, he’d never wanted that in his life. Women had wanted him to commit to them over the years, and he couldn�
�t run away fast enough. Now he had the woman he loved more than anything permanently branded on his ring finger, and he was happy. For the first time in a very long time, Ryker found himself completely happy.
He leaned against the doorjamb, staring at his sleeping beauty’s bare ass. She’d even got him to give up any dominance over her. He pushed away from the door and crawled in their bed. Ryker moved so that he fit perfectly against her back.
“I love you,” he whispered in her ear. He slipped his hand along her thigh. “Wake up and love me.”
She groaned as he lifted her leg to drape over his. “I need sleep.”
“I need you.”
He reached between them and angled his cock to her pussy. He pushed in, plunging deep into her warmth. The angle made her feel tighter. Ryker pulled her to him, kissing the soft spot behind her ear that made her melt. Ella brought his to her breast.
“It’s technically not our wedding night anymore,” she said breathlessly.
“I know.” His fingers trailed down her stomach. “It’s our honeymoon.”
He thrust into her, continuing to kiss and lick her neck. She tasted so sweet. Ella reached behind her and cupped his head as his fingers found her clit.
“That’s right, Ryker. Slow and sweet is over. Fuck me like you mean it.”
He sat up and pulled her over with her ass up. He smacked it and smiled when she yelped. He drove her into the mattress with the power of his strokes, gripping her hips as he fucked her. He needed it too. Harsh breathing filled the silence as he took her. Ella’s sexy noises turned him on unlike anything else. She lay before him, clutching the headboard as he shoved her legs farther apart. She dropped her head forward, her fingers turning white as she took her pleasure, her body shaking with the release. He claimed her. Made her his.
And she was. She always had been.
“You’re mine.” He smacked her ass. “Say it.”
“I’m yours.”
“Damn right you are.” He pulled her away from the headboard and turned her so that she lay on her back looking up at him. “You’re mine.”
She reached for his cock and brought it to her opening. “This is yours too. Only yours. Fuck me like you want.”
He spread her thighs as wide as they’d go before shoving into her again. Ella sank back against the mattress, her hands fisting the rumpled sheets. Each of his thrusts pushed her across the bed. He watched as she clutched her breasts, pinching and rubbing her nipples.
“You’re mine, Ella. Only mine.”
He watched her come again before taking his own pleasure. He fell on her, loving the softness of her body. Sweat coated their skin, and the room smelled of their musky combined fragrance. Ryker was completely content while she ran her fingers through his hair. When her stomach growled, he laughed.
“What do you want to eat?” He snuggled against her, kissing her neck. She was covered in beard burn, and he couldn’t help but like the sight.
“Country breakfast?”
“For someone that basically lives off oatmeal?” He kissed her cheek and sat up.
“I don’t live off oatmeal. I eat a muffin when I get to work too.”
“Oh, the calories!” He rolled his eyes.
“Take care of your wife.”
“Country breakfast coming right up.” Ryker grabbed his phone from the dresser. “Anything else?”
“An iced café latte? I’m pretty sure I will kiss you for that.” Out of the corner of his eye, he saw her shift so that she could see him.
He kept his back to her as he texted the order. “Just a kiss?”
“With tongue.”
“I do like tongue.” He sat his phone down and turned. “And kisses when you offer them.”
She knelt on the bed in front of him and held her arms out. Ryker tapped his chin. Ella’s hair was messy from his fingers. Her normally perfect skin had red scratches from his stubble. She pouted slightly, waiting for him to come to her.
“What are you waiting for?” Ella asked him.
He loved her beyond explanation. His father’s voice would creep into his mind and he would contemplate why. It came down to him being comfortable around her. He didn’t have to worry about ulterior motives. She didn’t want him for his power in the club. She didn’t fuck him to please him or to get herself noticed.
He came to her and wrapped his arms around her.
Ella reached down to cup his ass. “I love your ass.”
He chuckled and Ella kissed him. “Are you happy?”
“Very.” She smiled at him. “Are you?”
He sat down on the bed next to her, lying back against the pillows. “You make me happy.”
Ella crawled toward him and snuggled up to his side. They lay like that for a while until someone knocked at the door. Ryker groaned and withdrew from her to answer it. After collecting their food and Ella’s drink, Ryker got rid of the prospect and carried their stuff back to the bedroom. He handed her the coffee before crawling in next to her.
“Just when I think I couldn’t love you more.” She sipped her coffee and closed her eyes. “This is perfect.”
He undid one of the containers and handed it to her. “Only you would pledge your undying love to someone that offers you coffee.”
“I loved you before the coffee.”
“Probably not much.” He handed her a fork. “You have an unhealthy relationship with the stuff.”
“This stuff is liquid fuel for long hours in the ER.”
“Anything weird happen lately?” He cut off a piece of the sausage on his plate and popped it in his mouth. “You haven’t updated me on the happenings in ER.”
She ate some of her eggs. “Firework burns was the common thing last week.”
“Fireworks?”
She nodded. “In weird places too.”
He chuckled. “You see a lot of naked people on a daily basis, don’t you?”
She arched an eyebrow at him. “No more than you.”
“Touché.”
They ate in comfortable silence, picking at each other’s plates. He stabbed her hand playfully with his fork when she tried to steal his biscuit. She laughed and took it anyway. Ella loved him and it was the greatest feeling in the world to know that.
“Well, we have one day to ourselves.” Ryker sat their trash on the nightstand. Their official honeymoon was happening at the end of the month when she could get time off from work. He planned to take her anywhere she wanted to go. She’d chosen a cabin in the middle of nowhere which was fine with him. “I do not want to leave this bed, but I have a feeling you’ve got other plans.”
“Not true.” She pulled the blanket over her. “I could use a nap.”
“A nap?”
“You woke me up.” She settled against her pillow.
He stretched out beside her and drew circles with his finger on her arm. Ella reached for his hand and pulled him over her, leaning in to kiss him. She brushed her finger along his jawline. She needed her energy for later when he took her again. And again. Hell, his possession over her had increased with marriage. At some point in time, he was fairly sure they’d get sick of each other at least enough to spend the day apart.
Right now, though, wasn’t that time.
The End
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