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His eyes widen, then he lifts his head and looks around. “Fuck,” he laughs. “I was so focused on the activities, I never booked an actual hotel.”
It’s not as if this wedding is real. I mean, the marriage is real, but it’s not as if he’s in love with me in any way, shape, or form. So, a honeymoon or even wedding night isn’t really that big of a deal. Except it kind of feels like one.
“We can just stay here,” I say with a smile.
He frowns, looking down at his boots before he lifts his attention to meet mine. “We’ll stay in your room. It’s probably cleaner than mine.”
Instead of asking him why, I just smile and nod. There is no reason for me to ask anything. It doesn’t matter.
“Then we’ll go to my room,” I agree with a smile.
He’s frowning slightly but doesn’t comment on my clearly fake smile. It is, too, just that—fake, fake, fake. Taking his hand in mine, I start to walk toward the bedrooms. The real party is in full swing now. The DJ is gone, the caterer left a long time ago, and now it’s just Devil’s Hellions members and sweet butts.
ITCH
I am so fucking drunk.
I kept drinking. One shot after another, and then another. My feet stumble as I follow Piper. My wife. I can’t believe she’s mine. All mine. When I saw her brother touch her, rage filled me from the inside and began to spill out.
It shouldn’t have pissed me off so much to see this man touch her, but it did. Probably because I fucking hate both of her brothers, but also because it was a man touching her. Which is irrational because that man was her own flesh and blood, but it is the truth. And I have never been a rational man.
Once we’re in her room, I watch as she locks the door behind her. She’s still wearing the beautiful white gown she married me in. I’m standing in the middle of the room, next to the bed, wondering when the room is going to stop spinning, when she moves toward me and stops in front of me. Then she turns around, her back facing me.
“Can you unzip me?” she asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
My tongue slips out, and I slide it across my bottom lip as I drag the zipper from her lower back and down past her ass. This is it. This is our wedding night, and she’s mine. No man will ever touch her again.
Piper turns her head, her eyes finding mine as she looks at me from over her shoulder. She gives me a small smile and then steps away from me. The dress begins to slide down her shoulders, but she must be holding it up because it doesn’t continue down to the floor.
The dizziness becomes too much for me, and I sink down on the edge of the bed. When she turns around to face me, I notice she’s got her hands across the torso of her dress. I open my mouth to demand that she drops them, but she does it before any of the words actually come out.
She’s beautiful. Standing in front of me in only a pair of white thong panties. She kicks her shoes off, then steps over her dress toward me. As she stands in front of me, I lift my hands and grip her hips, my fingers digging into her flesh.
“My wife,” I state.
“Your wife,” she rasps.
Sliding my hands up her sides, I stop at her waist. Tipping my head back, I look up into her eyes. This will probably be the first and only time that she stands taller than me, that she looks down at me, but I can’t fucking stand right now. I’m goddamn toasted.
“Kyle,” she whispers.
I hum, shifting my gaze to her tits. Seeing her whole body for the first time, I don’t know where to look. Every goddamn part of her is perfection, and I want to take every square inch of her in.
“Piper,” I mutter.
I should tell her that I was an ass with what I said about her. I should at least say that much. But I don’t. Instead, I lean forward and wrap my lips around her nipple. One of my hands slides up the center of her back, stopping just at the middle. The other I keep on her waist, gripping her there to steady her.
She arches her back, and a moan fills the room, bouncing off the walls. A perfect fucking moan. In this moment, everything disappears. Her brothers, the laced shit I sent them. All of it. It’s just her and me.
When her hands slide up my arms and stop on my biceps, gripping them tightly, I lift my head from her tit and look into her eyes. Her body trembles beneath my touch. She doesn’t wait for direction. She sinks down to her knees in front of me.
I release my hold on her, shifting my hands to cup her cheeks instead of where they were. Silently, she stares into my eyes as she reaches for my belt. “Piper,” I warn.
This is not how I wanted tonight to go. She’s my wife, a virgin, and I was going to make her come, then fuck her. But as she’s on her knees in front of me, her hands expertly undoing my belt, the button of my jeans, and my zipper, I don’t have the strength to stop her.
I want her lips wrapped around my dick, and I want them now.
She reaches into my jeans, taking my hard cock out, and leans forward. Releasing my grasp on her cheeks, I grip the sheets beside my hips and watch her. Her lips press together as she leans forward and touches the tip of my dick, kissing me there.
