I tighten my grip, and the first hot rope of cum shoots out, making a mess of my hand. My pants. My shirt.
I don’t give a fuck. She needs to see what she does to me.
I’m a mess with her. A mess without her.
She makes me lose control.
And just when I think Emery can’t do anything that would make her more perfect, she drops to her knees in front of me and leans forward, licking the cum from my cock to get a taste for herself.
“Fuck.” I groan as the last of my release paints her mouth.
Her nails dig into my thighs as she takes every last drop, and I can’t take my eyes off her.
When she finally sinks back, she’s smiling.
Not one of her hesitant smiles where I can’t read what she’s thinking, but a true, wide smile that is so real she can’t possibly bury it. Her blue eyes shine in the darkness.
“You’re absolutely perfect.” I brush my thumb over her puffy lower lip, tucking her hair behind her ear.
I want to kiss her—to drag her to bed and fuck her all night long. But I’m trying to actually do right by this girl and make sure she’s comfortable before we go there again.
“Let’s get some rest,” I say, tipping my chin to the bed.
“In here?” she whispers, like she’s worried someone might hear us, and it’s adorable.
“Yeah, in here. Unless you have a problem sharing a bed with your husband.”
She bites back her smile. “No.”
I lead her to the bed, stripping down and climbing in after her. I cradle her in my arms because I’m not letting her slip away again.
Emery’s eyes close, and she drifts off to sleep, but I stay awake and count her freckles. I memorize every inch of her face and wonder how a man like me got so damn lucky.
19
Emery
The desert is perfectlycool today. A comfortable breeze stirs the sagebrush. The calming rustle of the desert is peaceful as I relax with Charlie rocking in my arms.
Beside me, Tempe bounces Ember on her knee, while Austin runs around the backyard. Ember is barely holding onto Tempe’s arm as she reaches for her brother running at a distance.
“She’s already sitting up so strong.”
“It’s wild, right? They grow up so fast.” Tempe smiles. “I swear, just last week she was barely holding her head up. I told Jameson, the next thing we know, she’s going to be crawling around and getting into everything. I still remember when it was Austin learning how to crawl, and now look at him.”
“I’m not ready for any of that,” I admit. “I’m still getting used to Charlie smiling at me, and I’m pretty sure it’s gas, not real smiles.”
“It’s adorable either way.” Tempe smiles at Charlie, who blinks up at her. “She looks so much like Soul when she does that. Big dimples and all.”
“She has so many of his features.” I tickle Charlie’s cheek, and she offers me one of those dimples. “If she’s a charmer like him, I’m going to be in big trouble.”
“I think you’re in trouble either way.” Tempe laughs. “From what I’ve heard, Soul has barely been around the clubhouse lately.”
My cheeks heat as she glances at me.
It’s been a few days since our wedding night, and we still haven’t had sex, but he’s come home early every night and slept in the same bed. He holds me against him, and I’m desperate to cross that line, but I find myself hesitating.
Things have changed since the first time we were together. I’ve changed—my body has changed. I’m scared it’s going to hurt or that I won’t be what he remembers. It’s not like I walked into this with confidence or experience.
