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  I step into the back to observe what’s going on. In about fifteen minutes, I’m marrying the love of my life and I’m itching to get it over with. Boomer claps my back and says, “It’s amazing how money can make things happen quickly.”

  “Damn right. Thanks for this.” It’s a wonderland in the backyard. It’s set up like it’s been planned for months. The final decorations are being added to the white chairs with pink ribbon and bows connecting the few rows. In a matter of a couple of hours, an event coordinator turned the back into a perfect wedding spot.

  “Don’t thank me. I had nothing to do with it. That wife of mine wanted to make sure you both had a lovely wedding. She’s been planning it since the first day you two met.”

  “It’s amazing. I think I need to get her a big-ass present.”

  “Just make her sister happy and give her a couple of nieces and nephews, and I think it’ll be square.”

  “That I can do.”

  “By the way, my wife let it slip that you’re waiting until tonight for, you know…”

  “Yes. I figured it’s only a couple of days more. Besides, I want it to be special without worrying about other people walking in.”

  “More power to you, brother. More power to ya.” He claps my back and walks away, more than likely to check on Crystal.

  “Damn, I didn’t need to hear that, but I guess that makes you look better in my eyes,” Sophia’s brother Daniel Jr. says.

  “Well, that’s always a good thing. What is it that makes you hate me so much?”

  He huffs. “You’re too old for her. She should be allowed to date more and see what’s out there.”

  “Okay. I get that, but let’s just say we’ll have to disagree on that. Remember that when you find the woman who you can’t live without.”

  “You did fine the past few months,” he adds, letting me know that although Sophia’s forgiven me, he sure the fuck hasn’t.

  “Look. I did it to keep her safe, and it nearly destroyed me. Now, is there anything else you don’t like about me?”

  “No, but I don’t care for the whole Riders crew, and all the issues surrounding the club. You hurt my sister again, and there won’t be a place you can hide. You understand?”

  “Completely.” I stick my hand out and shake Dan’s hand. Even if we don’t see eye to eye, he’s only doing the brotherly thing. Nothing he said to me was untrue. I know I’m too damn old for her, but fuck if I can stop the way I feel about her.

  Mr. Miller comes up to us with the minister who will marry Sophia and me. “Doc, this is Father Lawrence from our church. Father, this is Dr. Joseph Simmons.”

  “Hello. It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

  “Thank you, Father. I’m terribly sorry to have you perform the ceremony on short notice.”

  “Ah, well, I love a good wedding and a great contribution to the church.” He smiles.

  “Are we ready?” Crystal asks the decorators.

  “Yes.”

  “Great. I’ll call all the guests to take their seats. Doc, are you okay?” she asks me.

  “More than okay.” It takes another five minutes for everyone to get into position, and I’m starting to not be okay. I want my wife now. This waiting thing is getting on my nerves.

  Boomer stands by my side as my best man, which is perfect because he’s one of my closest friends. I drop my head back and look up to the sky, praying that she comes to me soon or I’m going to drag her to the altar.

  As if my plea is heard, the music begins. First is Crystal, who Boomer can’t stop staring at. I barely give her a smile because my attention is at the back of the house where I see the edge of Sophia’s dress. The wedding march plays, and out appears her father with my sweet woman on his arm. Fuck, my dick isn’t behaving at the moment. He likes what he sees. Thankfully, Boomer reminded me to tuck it under my belt so the world doesn’t see what Sophia’s doing to me.

  From head to toe, she radiates light. Her long, white gown shimmers with every step. I have to have her by my side. I take a step forward but instantly feel Boomer’s steely grip on my bicep. “Stay. Let her father do this,” he whispers.

  I take a deep breath and remember that this is only the beginning. The smile on my face spreads wide as I stare at her. Seven feet, six, five, four, three, two, one. Mine.

  “Who gives this woman to this man?”

  “I do,” her father utters. He kisses her cheek and then sets her hand in mine.

  “Thank you,” I reply to him. He nods before taking his seat in the front row.

  For the next ten minutes, my entire focus is on her. I’m so stuck on her that I need a nudge to say, “I do.”

  The second I’m told to kiss the bride, I slide my hand around her waist and pull her body to mine, dipping her backward and tasting the sweetness of her lips. “My wife,” I whisper for her ears only as I hug her to me.

  “My husband,” she replies, sliding her hand around my arm. “I love you, Joe.”

  I stop our movements forward and spin her back into my arms, her chest hitting mine and my mouth crushing to hers. I draw back and say, “I exist solely for you, my lovely wife.” I kiss her again, ignoring the cheers and the grumbles from her family.

  Chapter Twelve

  Sophia

  The only sound I hear is the hotel room door shut along with the steady pounding of my heart that beats throughout my entire body. I’ve waited months for this moment, and it’s finally here. Joe’s going to make me his completely. My pussy clenches over his arm as he carries me to our bed. “Excited, wife?”

  “I’m so excited.” There’s no way I can hide the desire he causes in me since it seeps through my pores.

  “I bet your pussy is soaked,” he growls against my ear, causing my pussy to flutter again. I brush my hand up his chest,

  “Why don’t you find out?” I challenge. Quickly I find myself on my feet.

  “Let’s get you out of this dress and I’ll do just that.” He slides behind me, lowering his head so his nose and lips skim my bare shoulder. “So soft, so beautiful,” he murmurs, continuing to trace a path to my neck. His breath tickles my skin, sending delightfully teasing shivers throughout my body.

  “Joe,” I whimper, rolling my head to my other shoulder, giving him greater access.

  “Tell me what you need, wife,” he growls, nipping my earlobe and drawing a moan from my parted lips.

  “I need everything. Your touch and possession. My soul and body are yours.” His fingers grab onto the zipper and slide it down in one long stroke. His hands move up my sides until he slips them around and dips them over the tops of my breasts.

  “You’re all mine, Sophia. I’ve longed to touch and possess every inch of you.”

  “Ah.” Joe pinches my nipples, sending a jolt straight to my pussy. I can only shake as I wait for him to take pleasure and give me back twice as much.

  “I love how heavy they feel in my hands, but I know we both need more.” He releases my chest, spins me around, and then grasps the dress from the top, pushing it off my body until the material falls to my feet. Still in my white sling-back heels, I step out of the dress and he kicks it out of my way.

  Wow, he mouths.

  “It’s my turn,” I state, taking control. I want my man naked and bared to me. I shove off his tux jacket. His sexy white dress shirt has black pearl buttons down the front that I want to send flying around the room, but I decide to take my time to shake off the virgin nerves. “I want to take my time.”

  His tongue runs over his sexy lips as he smiles with those light brown eyes. “There’s no hurry. We have all night.”

  One by one, I pop each pearl through the slit, revealing more and more of his undershirt. I untuck the rest of his shirt and remove the final buttons before sliding it off his broad shoulders. My shaking hands move to his belt, and I realize he has way too many clothes on for my starving body to handle. I see his thick shaft pressing against the fabric, leaving a beastly impr
ession of perfection. Unable to resist, I run my fingers lower, tracing over my prize.

  A low growl comes from my nearly silent lover. “Maybe I should take off the rest,” he stammers.

  “Fine. I’ll be waiting on the bed.” Doing my best to be sexy, I turn from him, slowly reaching around and unsnapping my bra, tossing it onto the floor. Holding onto the grand column of the four-poster bed, I bend slightly and slip off one heel, making sure each movement is fluid. I catch his eye and realize he’s stopped undressing and his eyes are trained on me.

  “Now the panties. Keep your back to me and show me that ass and your pink pussy.” I follow his command, rocking my hips gently from one side to the other as I push the thin lace off my ass. His grunt gives me the confidence to bend at the middle and step out of the undies, peeking up at him from the side of my calf. I know my slick, wet lips are visible to his eyes because I can feel the slight breeze.

  “Don’t move,” he orders. I relax and stay still for him, practically panting. Joe steps forward until he’s inches from my body. I see that he’s lost his shoes and socks, but with his black dress pants on, he nudges my knees apart, sliding one thick finger over my slit.

  “Ooh, ahh.”

  “Such a good girl. I want to remember this moment. The way you open for me without hesitating. I love it.” His fingers tease the outside, and as if knowing what I need, he thrusts his middle finger into my pussy. I clench around it, shaking as the urge to come hits me instantly. “Bounce back, fuck my finger.”

  I grab my ankles and roll my hips back, grinding on his finger, letting my juices make it easier. I ache to feel him inside of me, but I can’t get enough of this. “Joe, I’m going to come.”

  “Come for me. I’m going to make you come all night.” His finger twists and presses forward, making me scream. I shake and nearly collapse on the floor. Joe catches me and lifts me onto the bed, turning me so I’m flat on my back. “Fuck, I love the way you cream for me.” He grabs the leather of his belt and pulls it back, releasing the buckle and then sliding it through the loops in a hurry.

  I lean up on my elbows to admire the show in front of me as he drops his pants. The front of his boxers have the sheen of wetness from his cum leaking onto the material, and the dirty little girl who has devoured so many romance books in the past year wants to pull it out and lick his head clean. Fuck, I can feel my walls pulsate. When he shoves the last piece of clothing off his sexy body, his cock bobs, smacking his taut abs and leaving a trail of need on them.

  I push myself forward so that I’m sitting up and then I bend to swipe my tongue over his abs. A loud, roaring growl rips through him, and I think I broke the last of his control because I find myself pinned to the middle of the bed with his body crushing mine as his mouth takes mine roughly.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Doc

  I can’t take it anymore. The civilized man who loves this woman beyond belief has had enough with the tease. The beast hidden inside is ready to claim my wife. My cock jerks more pre-cum out onto her belly as I rock my hips. A moan from her lips leaves me lost with passion. I press the head to her entrance. I can feel how bad she wants me, but I know this shit is going to hurt. I use my legs and widen so I can fit better. Resting one of her legs on the crook of my arm, I push into her warmth. My brain completely turns to mush and I’m too far mentally gone to hold back. With one hand reaching down to strum her clit, I thrust my way in before her tightness forces me back out. She bites her lip to stop herself from crying out.

  “I’m sorry.”

  “No. Don’t be sorry. It’s not that bad.” I stare at her, scrunching my brows at that unbelievable lie. “No. Really. It only stung, but it’s getting better.”

  “Okay. Tell me when you want me to move.” Her walls are choking my cock almost painfully. I bend down and kiss her parted lips. “I love you, Sophia. Thank you for marrying me.”

  “Thank you for coming for me.”

  “I want you coming for me,” I growl, rolling my hips and pumping slowly into her. Her face relaxes with every stroke until a moaning gasp escapes her and I know she’s back with me.

  “Are you ready to give me what I want?”

  “What do you want, my love?” she asks, sliding her hands through my hair and dragging my face down to hers. I give in to the kiss that goes straight to my balls. Every time her lips touch mine, I crave more.

  Pulling back, I look into her glassy, lusty blue eyes and say, “I want your tight pussy clenching around my cock and your lips calling my name as you come.”

  “Oh, God, yes. I’m coming, Joe. Please give it to me.” I rest my weight on my forearms and pump faster into her ripe, innocent little body. My wife moans my name, demanding more with every whimper from her lips. I can feel her pulse and massage my shaft with her orgasm. It pulls me in, forcing me to submit with a roar of her name. Jets of come fill her pussy until I’ve given every drop of me. I press my head to the bed next to her shoulder, trying to calm my racing heart.

  “Incredible,” I whisper before finding her racing pulse and kissing her neck. She turns her head and our lips meet. Rolling us over, I lie on my back with her delectable body on mine and my semi-hard cock still snugly in place within her tight sheath. Instead of going down, he’s working himself up for a second round.

  “Ooh, I might be new to this, but I feel like he’s ready to go again.”

  My cock takes that moment to jerk inside her. “You’re quite adept, my love.”

  “Maybe I can learn to ride.” She straddles my thighs completely, keeping my dick deep in her as she rolls her hips in circles, learning and moaning her way to bliss.

  “Ride me, woman. I want your come dripping down my cock.”

  “It’s been a long time since I’ve ridden a horse, but I think my thighs are up to the task.”

  “Work your mount.” Pressing her hands to my chest, she lifts her ass up and down on my shaft. Damn. The way she bites her lip as she concentrates on her movements is sexier than hell. I love how innocent and new this is to her, but I want her to come before I do.

  Once she feels secure, my wife loses control and takes my cock like she’s been riding me for years. Each bounce of her ass smacks against my balls, causing more and more come to fill them up. I reach up and cup her breasts, trailing circles around her nipples with my thumbs. Arching forward, she brings them in front of my face and I let my tongue take over, skimming the hard tips before sucking one into my mouth and then moving to the other. Her body stills as she clenches and her voice cracks. “I’m coming again.”

  I hold down her hips and let go, driving up into her until I join her. “So am I, baby. Milk every damn drop from me. I want you swollen with my babies.”

  “Me too,” she sighs, dropping her sleepy head down onto my chest.

  “Goodnight, my sweet Sophia.” As tired as I am, I can’t stop the urge to stare at her beauty.

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  The sun is just coming up and I don’t think I slept more than an hour, but all I can think about is making love to her again. Instead, I slip out of bed and jump in the shower. After I pull on clothes and a sweater, I leave the hotel room to get us something to eat. It’s a little cooler than yesterday so I pick up my step, stopping at the nearest Dunkin Donuts.

  The line is long as hell, and I know Sophia’s going to wake up while I’m gone. Shit. I should have written her a note. Once I make it to the front of the line and order her coffee, I get a text from Sammie. Hey. I love you, but I have to get back home. It’s the holiday season, you know. Daniel’s going to take me to the airport.

  Fucking hell, no. I should take her instead of him. Knowing that asshole, he might try to seduce my sister to get me back for marrying his sister. I call her back.

  “What’s going on?”

  “Nothing. We’re already on the way there. Shouldn’t you be busy making babies?”

  “God, can you not talk about my sister fucking?” Dan snarls.

  I whisper, “He’
s not hitting on you, is he?”

  “No. Relax. Have fucking fun,” she cheers loudly, getting a growl from Dan before ending the call. He really hates me. I try not to laugh, but it’s funny as hell how much she teases him. Now, I have to get back to my wife to feed her pretty ass before we continue our wedding night.

  Chapter Fourteen

  Sophia

  I wake up naked and stiff in so many places. Turning to snuggle in my husband’s arms, I reach out to an empty bed. I gasp and sit straight up, rubbing my sleepy eyes and then searching the room for him. He’s nowhere to be seen. I look down at my hand, seeing the rings he placed there, feeling a hint of relief.

  I push off the thin sheet and climb out of bed. I’m doing my best not to freak out because we’re married, so I couldn’t have dreamed all this up. I walk over and pick up his dress shirt from yesterday and slip my arms through it, leaving it unbuttoned as I hurry through the suite, looking for my man or a note or something. The room is almost as disheveled as we left it, and I can’t find my phone anywhere.

  Just as the panic starts taking over, the suite door beeps as the key card is tapped. As soon as it opens, I see Joe with a bag and two coffees from Dunkin. “Yay!” I shout, moving his way.

  He sets them down on the nearest table and stares at me with one brow raised and his lips twisted upward. “Is that my wedding shirt, my love?” he asks as I jump into his arms.

  “I missed you.” I’m wearing his finest Armani dress shirt like a tiny robe, open and hanging off of me.

  “I see,” he growls, sliding his hands over my body. Those strong fingers of his stop at my ass, cupping my bare cheeks and squeezing them.

  I rub my pussy on the bulge in his jeans. “Face it—I have abandonment issues.”

  “Let me rectify that.” We forget about breakfast as my husband carries me to the shower. Setting me down onto the granite counter, he turns on the jets.

  “Ooh, shower sex.”

  “I want to make sure you’re not too sore for me.” He rubs his fingers over my slit, and I twitch from the pleasure and pain. “Ah. You are.” He walks over to the large jacuzzi tub and runs it. “First you can wash up and then go play in the tub. As much as I want to fuck you hard, I have to take it easy on your pussy.” He lifts off his shirt, revealing those luscious, lickable abs. My eyes roam over his body as he drags his jeans and boxers down. Holy fuck, his cock bobs against his stomach, looking thick and strong. I reach out and wrap my fingers around his shaft. He shudders from the touch, releasing a shaky moan. “You better be careful.”