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“Oh. My. God, Kane,” Calliope whispers, when I join her. “This is like I’m watching a live actionDays of Our Lives… are they shooting a special in Hawaii or is this fight really real?”
“When do I have time to watch that crap?”
“Shhhh.” She covers my mouth with her hand. “This is getting good.”
“… desperation for something you can’t and never will have. I don’t love you anymore, Scarlett. I’ve moved on and you need to as well.”
“With that whore?” she screams at him, garnering more than just Calliope’s, and dare I say, my attention. “She has a kid, why would you want that?”
“What I want doesn’t concern you anymore. You need to leave.” He pauses. “Now.” That seems to stop her in her tracks but this psycho chick doesn’t back down. She gets right up into his face, Calliope grips my arm, waiting to see what happens next. “You’ll come crawling back when she leaves you.”
“You keep telling yourself that.”
The guy turns his back to her but she’s not giving up. “You’re a fucking fool, Hunter. You and that whore deserve each other. I hope you both die.”
“Wow, that escalated quickly,” Calliope whispers as we stand here and watch the crazy lady drive off. “I wonder—”
“Wife, how about we create our own private show for two? Let’s get up to our room because I have plans for you.”
She turns to face me, and fuck me sideways, I’m the luckiest man in the world. She takes my hand and drags me toward the elevators. “Let’s go, husband.”
After a quick and sexually-filled elevator ride, we enter the honeymoon suite and now that we’re finally here, I cannot wait to ravish my wife. She looks to me and I can see nothing but hunger reflecting back at me in her gaze. “Now, dear husband of mine, I have a surprise for you. Hand me that small suitcase so I can prepare. You go make yourself comfortable, I’ll be out in a few minutes.”
Handing her the suitcase, she smiles her thanks, then lifts to her tippy-toes and presses her lips to mine. Her arm wraps around my neck, pulling me into her, her body pressing against mine. My cock, which has been semi-hard for the last twelve hours, hardens instantly. My minx of a wife slides her hand between us and cups my dick, squeezing. “The things I’m going to do to you, dear husband of mine …” she mumbles against my lips before stepping away from me. “Pop the bubbly, I’ll be right back.”
Taking the handle of the suitcase, she walks into the master bedroom and leaves me standing here with a rock-hard dick, blue balls, and excitement for what’s about to happen next.
ChapterForty-Six
Oh. My. Fucking. God, I’m ready to combust. Sexually, I mean. Kane and I are now in Hawaii on our honeymoon and we still haven’t consummated our marriage. Our ceremony went off without a hitch but after that, everything that could go wrong did go wrong.
The travel agent popped into the reception—gotta love small towns—to let us know that she fucked up and our flight was leaving that night, not the following night like we planned. We had to cut out of the reception early to make our flight. Then there was a storm and we were delayed … twice, and finally, we were in the air. We contemplated joining the Mile High Club, but I chickened out at the last minute. I didn’t want our first time as a married couple to be a quickie like that, plus, have you seen how tiny airplane restrooms are? I want our first time as Mr. and Mrs. Heatherington to be perfect so reluctantly, we held off.
And now, I’m hiding in the bathroom changing into an outfit that I hope will make up for the wedding night sex we missed out on. I’m positive he currently has a massive case of blue balls because I have a serious case of blue clit right now—damn you travel agent for fucking this up for us. I contemplated bringing yesterday’s set and my wedding dress, but Fern being the amazing best friend she is, handed me a sexy as hell pale-pink negligee, saving the day. So instead, I just packed my garter, my new shoes, and my gift from Fern.
Stripping out of my travel clothes and underwear, I slip the silky material of the negligee over my head. It slides down my body and fits like a glove. Pulling the garter up my leg, I slide it into place and then I put my new shoes on. Tousling my hair, I slather my lips in pink lipstick, rearrange the girls so they look perky, and stare at my reflection. Blowing myself a kiss, I turn toward the door—it’s time to put on a sexy show for my husband.
Bringing up Spotify, I connect my phone to the speaker system in the suite and press play on what I like to think of as our song, “Closer” by Nine Inch Nails. Pulling the double doors open, I enter the suite with flair and my eyes home in on my sexy as hell husband. He has his back to me but with the dim lighting in the room, he can see me in the reflection in the glass of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
He turns to face me. “Fuck me, you’re a vision, Sunshine.”
“And you, sir, are overdressed.”
“Well, you better come and fix that for me … wife.”
“With pleasure … husband.”
Swaying my hips seductively side to side, I make my way over to him. His eyes lock on the swish of my hips and in this moment, I’m thankful to have been a stripper. Miss Rhi really knows how to bring sexy to the simplest of tasks. Stopping before him, I take the glass of champagne he’s holding and take a sip. Taking another, I pull him by the collar to me and press my lips to his, transferring the liquid from my mouth to his.
“Callagne is my new favorite drink,” he murmurs against my lips.
“Personally, I’d like to try dickagne before the night is over.”
“That can be arranged, but first, I think I need you to help me with my clothes.”
“I can definitely help with that.” With my eyes locked on his, I undo his buttons one by one. Once they are all undone, I run my hands up his chest and across his shoulder blades, sliding the material down his arms and off. It flutters to the carpet and I take a moment to appreciate the man before me.
“Like what you see?”
