Crazy Imperfect Hearts

Chapter Fifty

Regan

It’s my wedding night.

Technically that will be tomorrow. But I’ll always think of today as the day we got married.

Lucas’s parents took Mitchell for the night, along with some breast milk from the freezer. It’ll be strange to be without him, but if I’ve learned anything over the past six weeks, it’s that I have this new extended family I can rely on who loves that kid as much as we do. I have every confidence that Mitchell is in good hands.

The elevator opens and we approach the penthouse door. He looks at the door, then at me. He holds out his arms as if I could possibly jump into them and be carried across the threshold. “Shall we?”

Warmth flows through me knowing I have a man who accepts me exactly the way I am.

I give him a sultry wink. “How about you just show me how strong you are in bed?”

“Your wish is my command,” he says, pulling me impatiently through the door.

Tingles bombard my insides. Tonight is the night we’ll be together for the first time in five months. We’ve done stuff. Other stuff. Mostly to him because I wasn’t sure if my ‘parts’ were ready. But with the way I’m feeling right now, I know they are. And I can’t wait to make love to my… husband .

I say the word in my head, still not believing it. Because in my heart, that’s what he is and what he’ll always be.

“So… wife,” he says as if we’re telepathically connected. “What about the honeymoon? Where should we go? Anywhere. Just name it. Nothing is off the table.”

We walk into the living room, greeted by Joey. Or I’m greeted by him anyway. He still hasn’t fully warmed up to Lucas.

“At the reception, I was talking with Marti about their upcoming wedding in Antigua. I think it’s the perfect time. M&M will be three months old. You said we’d take a private jet. Your entire family will be there for at least a week to help babysit so we can have some alone time.”

As I talk about it, his smile grows larger. “I think you read my mind, Mrs. Montana.”

Mrs. Montana. Everyone started calling me that right after. The first time it happened, I watched Lucas’s reaction to see if it bothered him. It didn’t. In fact, he was beaming, his smile splitting his face from ear to ear.

Regan Montana. Lucas Montana’s wife. My stomach flutters and my heart floods with warmth. Who’d have flippin’ thought?

“Yeah.” I lean down and pick up a pair of baby booties and set them on the table. “One night without him will be hard enough. I can’t imagine going a whole week or two not being around Mitchell.”

He pins me against the wall, my hands trapped over my head. “Just one more reason we belong together.”

When he goes for my neck, I extend it to the side, giving him plenty of room to tease and taunt me the way he has been these last weeks. It’s been weeks of torture. Of sentiment. Of pure bliss.

“Tonight, I make you mine.”

I giggle as he sucks on my throat. “I thought the ceremony earlier today did that.”

“Are you thirsty?” he asks, peppering my jawline with kisses. “Hungry?”

“Mmm.” I lose myself in the feeling. “I’m only hungry for one thing.”

His lips disappear from my skin and he takes my hand, dragging me through the living room, past the kitchen, and down the hall into our bedroom.

Ours . It’s never felt more like it than it does right now.

I stand next to the bed, his eyes feasting on me before even one scrap of clothing has been discarded. “I love this dress.” He unties the bodice bow, leans down, gathers the hem, and pulls it up and over my head, tossing it to the floor. “I love it even more now.”

I laugh, but then stop when his stare devours me.

“Holy crap, Ray.”

I run my hands seductively down the front of my new strapless lacy shapewear, then slowly twirl around so he can see me from all angles. Knowing I’d never be walking down any actual aisle at any real wedding, I thought this was my one chance to wear something like this. Who knew it would end up being my actual wedding night attire? “You approve?”

“Do you even know what you do to me? You look incredible.”

My cheeks heat. “Well, I have lost the seventeen pounds I gained with Mitchell and then some. Breastfeeding is amazing.”

His hands come up to cup them. “One of the wonders of the world, I’d say.”

“Careful, or they’ll leak all over you.”

“I wouldn’t mind.” He kneads my super-full breasts that are much more than a handful. “I wouldn’t mind one goddamn bit.”

He guides me down onto the bed. Then super-seductively, and in slow motion as if just to torture me, he unwraps my lengths of strappy sandals from my calves.

Tossing them aside, he invites me to undress him with a sexy nod toward his belt.

Wasting no time, I remove it. Then his tie, his shirt, his pants, and finally his socks. I have no idea when he took his shoes off. I’m definitely otherwise occupied by his throbbing cock. I’ve certainly learned my way around it lately. What drives him wild. What my mouth can do for him. What makes him come quickly. Even how I can get him to last longer.

A few strokes of him elicits groans. He encircles my wrist with his hand and pulls me away. “This night is all about you, wife.”

“No.” I shake my head. “It’s about us. Just as the rest of our lives will be.”

He gently eases me down until I’m lying flat on my back then crawls up on the bed and hovers over me. “You bet your perfectly round ass it is.” He roots around at the crotch of my silk panties. “Please tell me you aren’t attached to these, because I’m about to rip them clean off.”

Before I can even answer, I hear the material rip, chuckling at the sound. “Guess I wasn’t.”

“I’ll buy you a thousand pairs.” He kisses my lower stomach where the teddy is rising up. “I’ll buy you anything you fucking want, Mrs. Montana.”

His head springs up in surprise. I was waiting for this.

“You got waxed?”

I shrug. “It was my wedding day.”

He runs a finger over the smooth, sensitive flesh that’s never been completely bare. Only now. Only for him. My insides quiver even before his finger touches my clit.

“Shit, Ray. I’m going to come just touching you.”

“That’s okay.” I lie back and wait for his sensual assault. “We’ve got all night and zero interruptions.”

I moan loudly when a finger glides inside me. He’s gentle. Much more so than he’s ever been. He’s testing the waters. Making sure I’m not sore. I’m not. Not one little bit. I’m ready for this. Ready for him.

“You don’t have to play nice,” I say, running my fingers through his hair. “I won’t break.”

He glances up. “Are you telling me you want me to ravage you, Regan Montana?”

I bite my lip then smile. I don’t need to answer. My eyes and my body do that for me.

“You think I can get you there when your body isn’t all hyped up with hormones?”

“There’s only one way to find out.”

He inserts another finger, crooking them and causing my hips to rise off the bed. When his tongue finds my clit, his name comes off my lips in a sensuous cry as a tickle creeps up from every corner of my body.

“Jesus, Ray,” he murmurs around me, the words vibrating against my swollen nub.

My body reacts in a feral way. I rise to his lips. I press him into me with demanding hands. I want everything he has to give. Everything and more.

All my senses are heightened. I’m not sure if it’s because of the waxing. The ceremony. The way he looked at me all day. Or maybe it’s because I know I’m making love to the father of my child. The man who just promised himself to me forever. Whatever the reason, I feel it building. It’s not an unfamiliar sensation. It’s one I’ve had before. I’m climbing the mountain. One step at a time, I’m climbing. Hoping to reach that elusive peak. Get to that undefined pinnacle.

Building even further, I know I’m there. I’m at the precipice. The cliff. The point where I either fall forward or retreat back.

Suddenly his face appears within my mind like a dream. Only it’s not a dream. Everything I see actually happened. Him saying his vows. Caressing me with his words. Declaring his love.

I feel myself teetering on the edge of the ridge. One small breeze could sway me one way or the other.

The breeze comes in the form of my name. “Regan,” he whispers loudly as his mouth surrounds my soft, slick center.

So I do it. I leap. And I fall. And everything everywhere ceases to exist as I tumble spectacularly beneath his hands. His fingers. His tongue. His promised love. Nothing is clouding my head. Nothing is holding me back. Sensations, feelings, emotions… they all bombard me as I detonate beneath him, allowing the explosion to go on and on as the euphoria draws out every last spark. Each remaining ounce of energy. I let it drain me until I’m nothing but a languid pile of rubber limbs.

I can’t talk. I can’t move. I can’t think.

“Oh. My. God,” Lucas’s words tickle my ear as he settles in beside me. “That was ten times better than when you were pregnant because I know it was me who did it.”

It takes a moment to find my words. To gather my thoughts. To remember my name. “You can say that again.” It takes all my energy to open an eye. “I’ll deal with you soon. I just need a minute.”

He laughs. “Oh, believe me, after that glorious display, I’ve already been… dealt.”

I hear him get tissues from the drawer and wipe up any mess.

Joey meows and jumps on the bed. I’m about to kick him off when he circles around me and rubs against Lucas’s arm. I shoot up. “Did he just…?”

“You see that?” Lucas’s smile is as big as Texas. “I think he just gave me his seal of approval.” He runs a hand down Joey’s back. “You think he was just waiting on that to happen?”

“Um… no.” I roll my eyes. “That’s ridiculous. I’ve seen the way he’s been looking at you lately. He likes the way you hold Mitchell. He sees you as a caregiver.”

“Nah,” he says, picking Joey up and setting him on the floor then snuggling behind me, his front to my back, securing me against him. “He was watching and waiting. He knows better than to trust a man who can’t make a woman come.”

“You’re crazy.” I turn my head and side-eye him. “You know that, don’t you?”

He kisses my shoulder. “Crazy about you.”

“You know…” I turn in his arms and face him. “It’s okay if you don’t show up tomorrow.”

His eyes narrow. “Why wouldn’t I show up?”

“It’s what you do.”

He traces my jawline with a finger. “I showed up today.”

“That’s different. It wasn’t an actual wedding.”

He pulls me tight. “It was, Ray. We’re married now. Tomorrow is just about making it legal.”

“I get that. But I want you to know it’s okay. You said your vows. I know you love me for better or worse. And if you don’t show up, I’ll still be here. I’m not going to leave like the others.”

He scoffs. “I’m going to show. I promise.”

“I hear you. But just in case, you need to understand that no matter what, I’m in this. I’m here until the end. So if you get to Judge Elfman’s office tomorrow and you just can’t go through those doors, you don’t have to. I know we belong together. Everyone does. Even Joey. So whatever happens, it’s okay. You’re stuck with me.” I take his face in my hands. “It’s okay if you don’t show up.”

Lucas’s eyes become misty. He climbs on top of me, hovering, staring, loving. He lowers his head slowly. Then, right before his lips touch mine, he whispers. “And that’s exactly why I will.”