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I’d give the guy a gold star if I had one. Maybe even a ribbon, too.
This marriage thing was working out so far.May the good sexual fortune continue.
∞∞∞
Looking in the mirror of the en suite bathroom the next morning, I grimaced. Ugh, I looked as fatigued as I felt. At least there were no bags under my eyes.
I’d had little sleep. Dax hadn’t been content with one round of sex. No, there’d been more.
He’d fucked my mouth. Likeliterallyfucked it. And my throat. He’d also roughly taken me from behind while he had two fingers buried in my ass.
Basically, he hadn’t lied when he’d said he meant to use and defile me.
As such, I was sore in a few places, but not so sore it hurt to walk or anything. Which was good, because I had a long day ahead of me.
After doing my morning business, I padded into my new bedroom. Dax was nowhere in sight, but I could hear him pottering around downstairs. It hadn’t been a surprise to wake to an empty bed—he was a busy guy with several businesses to oversee. I knew from personal experience that it was tricky enough managing one.
I retrieved my morning-after duffel—which I’d brought here earlier this week—from the closet. As I plonked it on the bed, I heard my phone chime with yet another incoming text message.
I often woke to find dozens of work emails waiting for a response, but generally not a plentiful amount of texts from friends and family. However, I’d received several messages from various people this morning—some “checking in,” some asking how my wedding night went, some thanking me for inviting them to the event and telling me they had a great time.
The “checking in” emails were sent by my sisters and mom. Really, they wanted to hear that I was fine and not experiencing any regrets, so I’d assured them they had no need to worry. Sabrina had merely wanted to know if Dax liked the corset. I’d told her it was a hit, not mentioning that he’d torn it.
Deciding I’d read my new text in a little while, I pulled on some clothes, dabbed on a bit of makeup, and then made my way downstairs with my cell in hand. Following the sound of a muffled voice, I found Dax sitting at a table on the patio. He was speaking into his phone, an almost-empty plate and a half-full mug in front of him.
And he looked fresh as a damn daisy,notlike someone who’d spent most of the night awake.
God clearly had favorites, and Dax was one of them.
Spread around the table were dishes covered by stainless steel domes. An un-used plate also waited, along with cutlery, a cup, a coffee jug, and creamer. That explained why the scents of coffee and food were heavy in the air.
He looked at me and tipped his chin in greeting. Though his eyes heated, he made no attempt to touch me. Didn’t flash me a soft smile or pause in his conversation to speak to me. But I hadn’t expected anything different, given he wasn’t affectionate or tactile by nature. Plus, we might be legally bound by marriage, but we weren’t emotionally bound.
Responding with a quick smile, I took the seat across from him, delighted to find it warm. The pergola provided plenty of shade, but the sun’s heat had nonetheless seeped into the chair fabric.
I could understand why he chose to eat breakfast out here. It was incredibly peaceful. There was so little noise. Beneath the sound of Dax’s voice, there was only the chirping of birds, the slight creak of the tall trees, and the very distant whine of a lawnmower.
Hungry and curious, I lifted each of the dome covers one by one to see what selection of food awaited. I loaded my plate with pancakes and blueberries, topped them with maple syrup, and then prepped myself a cup of coffee.
When I placed my first forkful of food in my mouth, I almost groaned. Damn, those pancakes were good. As I chewed, I checked the text I’d received mere minutes ago. It was from Ollie, asking if I needed help moving my things to Dax’s place. I felt my face soften. I knew it was his way of telling me that, in spite of his reservations, he was fully behind me from here on out.
I sent him a text, thanking him for his offer but assuring him I had it covered. Dax had already informed me that he, his brothers, Jag, and Maverick would take care of it.
As I wolfed down my breakfast, I scanned through my emails. I’d notified my clients that, due to my getting married, I’d be unavailable from the day prior to the day after. Though I’d told them to forward any queries to Sabrina, I still had a shit-ton of emails and voicemails—none of which I’d respond to until tomorrow.
Finally, Dax ended his call. Resting his phone on the glass table, he said, “Morning.”
“Morning,” I greeted, lowering my own cell to the table. “How long have you been up?”
“About an hour and a half, but I didn’t have the food delivered until I heard you moving around upstairs.”
An hour and a half? I gave him a dirty look. “Must be nice to be the picture of alertness when you had so little sleep.”
His lips quirking, he hiked up a brow. “Are you saying you would have preferred sleep to orgasms?”
“No.” I forked the last piece of pancake and dipped it in what was left of my syrup. “I just resent that you appear all sharp and on the ball while I look like I could drift off any second.” It quite simply wasn’t fair.
“What you look is well-fucked,” he corrected, his tone casual. “Nothing wrong with that.”
