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“Babe,” I grind out.
Fuck me, but I want her lips around me right this goddamn second.
Her tongue peeks out and swirls the head, then she puts me out of my fucking misery and opens her mouth, taking me inside of her and down her throat. I watch, fascinated by just how goddamn good she is at this.
My eyes roll to the back of my head as she bobs up and down on me, taking me so far down her throat that it actually bulges from the outside. I can’t look away. I can’t even think. My mind is a jumbled mess of silent demands and feelings.
“Fuck,” I bark.
Lifting my hand, I tangle my fingers in her hair, unable to control myself for a moment longer. Holding her head still, I fuck her mouth. This is not what I wanted to do, but I can’t stop myself. Maybe it’s because I’m drunk, maybe it’s because I’m a goddamn filthy animal, but it doesn’t matter.
I fuck her mouth. Then I bury my cock down her throat and come.
She moans, saliva dripping down her chin, her eyes watering, looking absolutely gorgeous.
My wife.
Then everything goes dark.
ChapterFourteen
PIPER
Crawling into bed naked,I tug the sheet and comforter over me, turning to face the man who is passed out beside me. It took me some time, but I was able to strip most of his clothes off him and shift his body around so that he was at least lying on the bed and not hanging halfway off.
As I stare at him, I wonder what tomorrow will look like. Itch, Kyle, was so sweet to me just days ago, but today, maybe today was the real deal. Maybe this is how he is, and all that sweetness was just a farce.
I don’t know.
But lying beside him is a lot less scary than being anywhere near Cyrus. So, instead of wallowing in my self-pity about what he said, about that woman whispering in his ear and the way she was pressed up against him, I decide to continue to make the best of this situation.
If I give him anything and everything he wants, maybe that will keep him with me. Maybe he’ll forget about any of the others. If I make him happy, maybe that happiness will grow into love, and he’ll fall for me.
I don’t know.
I’m probably living in a dream world full of rainbows and sprinkles, maybe even sherbet ice cream, but I would rather live in this dream world right now than anywhere else. I’ve seen and experienced bits and pieces of the alternative, and I do not like it at all.
Shifting onto my back, I stare at the ceiling. I can’t watch him any longer. Not only is it creepy, but it also doesn’t make me feel any better. He is so handsome. He’s older and knows what he’s doing in this life. I’m a kid compared to him, a lost kid. I don’t know which way is up or what I’m doing in the slightest.
Kyle really was saddled with someone who he’s going to have to take care of. I don’t know anything about a household, about life. I know that now, after talking with the other old ladies, that I am not prepared for this at all.
I don’t sleep.
My mind runs all night long, and when the sun comes up, I can’t stay in this bed a second longer. But I can’t leave the room either. If I do, how does that look? Shouldn’t I be basking in the glow of my wedding night?
Tears prick my eyes.
Even though I want to get out of this bed, I don’t. There’s nowhere for me to go, so I stay where I am, continuing to stare at the ceiling wondering what the hell is going to happen in a few hours when this man beside me wakes.
Rolling to my side, I go back to staring at him. He moans and rolls away from me. Then I hear him grunt. Staring at his back, I reach out, extending my index finger to trace the tattoos there.
It’s the exact match of the back of his cut. It’s as if he cut the patches off and glued them to his back. They are a perfect replica.
My finger traces the skull, the red horns, every letter, all of it. His skin is so beautiful, his body so strong. He isn’t built like a man in his forties. His body appears so much younger, fit and lean with muscle.
I want to lean forward and touch my lips to the middle of his back, to feel his warmth, but I don’t. I’m not sure if that would upset him or not.
He inhales a deep breath, then lets it out slowly before he turns to face me. His eyes are open, though he still looks sleepy and mussed. Giving him a small smile, I try to appear demure. This is my training kicking in, just like last night.
