Chapter 13 #2
Leaning down, I kiss the sensitive spot beneath her ear. My cock twitches against her back when she shudders in response. “All I see is my precious wife. One day, I hope you’ll learn to see yourself through my eyes, Sweetpea. Now hold still so I can get these things out of your hair.”
She watches us in the mirror as I search through the hair still braided and piled on her head, dropping the bobby pins onto the counter and tossing the flowers into the trash as I find them.
“How many of these freaking things did they put in?” I grunt in frustration, and she giggles.
“Hannah said she wanted to make sure it would hold through the ceremony.”
“Yeah, well, I think you could have walked through a hurricane and some of these would still be stuck in your hair.”
Finally, her thick, dark-brown hair is free from its confines. Sliding my fingers through her soft tresses, I want to insist she always leave it down, but I know better. Imposing too many changes too quickly will make her freak out, and that’s the last thing I want.
Jaclyn nods. “I’m sure you’re right, but she did a beautiful job.”
“I’ll make sure to thank them for helping you. Okay, time to get up.”
Smiling, I lead her into the shower enclosure.
It’s another first for us, and I will relish it like all the other firsts.
When she reaches for the shampoo, I take it from her.
“Let me take care of you.” I’m expecting another objection from my little attorney, but she just turns toward the tiled wall.
After pouring the shampoo into my hand, I lather it into her hair. “I love you so much, Jaclyn.”
She looks over her shoulder at me and smiles. “I love you too, Drew.”
I wasn’t sure how I’d feel about her calling me that since I’d always been Andrew.
But it’s growing on me and will be something just for her.
I pull down the shower head and rinse her hair, then work the conditioner through her long locks.
There’s something so soothing about taking care of her that I never expected.
“You’re good at this,” she murmurs as I finish up.
“Thank you, but I’ve never washed anyone’s hair except my own. I’m just winging it.”
“Hmm, Daddy has a natural talent. I wonder what else you excel at.” Then she rubs her squeezable ass against my cock. I was trying to keep my erection away from her. She’ll be too sore for me to fuck her again today, but damn, do I want to.
“Stop teasing, Daddy, little bit, or you’ll end up over my knee.”
“Why, there’s no rule about that?” She flutters her eyes at me, trying to look innocent, but I know better.
“Consider it added. While I’d love nothing more than to make love to you right now, you’re too sore.
” To prove my point, I slide my soap-covered hand between her legs, rubbing against the edge of her pussy.
Even though I can’t see her face, she flinches.
“Told you. Don’t worry, I’m not done worshipping this beautiful body, but food first."
"Damn, you’re no fun,” she mumbles.
I wonder if she has a touch of Little in her. She never had the chance to be a child, but I doubt she’ll let her walls down enough to try. Still, it might be a fun experiment one of these days.
After I finish soaping her up, I let her rinse off and quickly take care of myself.
“I wanted to help, Daddy,” she says as we change places so I can get under the water.
“Next time.” With the water shut off, I grab a towel to dry her, then hand her another for her hair. I’ve seen previous girlfriends walk around with it wrapped up in a turban after their showers, so I’m going to assume she does something similar.
“Thank you, Drew. I feel spoiled.” Her smile lights up her entire face, and I lean down for a gentle kiss, except one taste is never enough of my Sweetpea, and we’re both hungry for more than food.
“Then I’m doing it right.” Grinning, I squeeze her butt because I can, as I move past her to toss my towel in the hamper and get dressed. “Do you need to dry your hair?”
“Nah, I’ll let it air dry; I’ll shower again in the morning.” She’s leaning forward, rubbing the towel over her hair as it hangs in her face. A moment later, she stands and flips her hair back with a shake of her head.
Fuck. Why is that so sexy? I need to put some space between us before I toss her on the bed and fuck her again.
“When you’re ready, meet me in the kitchen. I’ll leave some clothes on the bed for you.”
“I’m done now,” she answers, following me out of the bathroom while combing through her hair.
Without makeup, she looks so young. It’s the first time I’ve thought about our age gap, but ten years is hardly anything, and it doesn’t seem to bother her either.
I contemplate turning off the candles, but I like the ambiance, and I’ll be bringing her back here after we eat. From my chest of drawers, I pull out two T-shirts, one for each of us, and a pair of gray sweats for me.
“Here you go.” I hand her the shirt with a smirk.
“You want me to wear this?” She unfolds the shirt and holds up the well-worn Stanford University T-shirt, like it might bite her.
“Something wrong with it?” I ask, stepping into my sweats, then drag a shirt over my head.
“Umm, nothing, but shouldn’t there be more? Panties at least?” Her eyebrows are drawn together.
“I’ll just rip them off later. It’s only us, Sweetpea, you’ll be fine.
” I open the bedroom door and stride toward the kitchen.
I put a stew in the crock-pot this morning, but I’m sure my family dropped off some of whatever they made for dinner.
When I step into the kitchen, I laugh. Not only did they bring food from dinner, but there is cake, a bottle of champagne, and strawberries.
Quickly, I set two places at the island, grab the loaf of bread they brought, and slice it up. Jaclyn will have a choice of stew or a chicken dish; it smells kind of lemony.
Sensing her presence, I look up and see Jaclyn at the end of the hallway, watching me. She’s a vision in my T-shirt, her damn hair leaving dark spots on the cotton. I can’t help wondering if she put on panties after I left the room. The T-shirt hangs almost to her knees, so I can’t tell.
Resisting the urge to drag her back to the bedroom, I focus on dinner.
“You have your choice—chicken or stew?” I don’t mention it’s venison from Asher’s last hunt.
As a city girl, she’ll probably freak out.
We hunt and fish for most of the protein we eat.
Our goal has always been to be self-sufficient on the mountain. It’s how our parents raised us.
She takes a deep breath and smiles. “Is it the stew that smells so good?”
“Yup, I started it this morning. With everything that happened today, you probably didn’t notice.”
“Kind of hard to believe it’s still the same day…” Her expression is thoughtful as she pulls out a chair and sits at the island.
After scooping some stew into a serving bowl, I put it on the island, then add the board with the sliced bread. “That’s for sure. It’s been quite a day. Not that I’d change a thing. We’re right where we’re supposed to be, Sweetpea.”
Grabbing the butter for the bread, I half-turn. “Water okay? Or we could have the champagne my brothers brought over…”
“Water, I think. Maybe champagne for dessert?” She giggles. “We could reenact the whole Pretty Woman scene with the strawberries. Oh, do we have whipped cream too?” Damn. She’s so fucking cute.
“Dessert it is.” I pull the water out of the fridge, then fill our glasses. “You like that movie? I think we have a copy at the main house if you want to watch it.”
“Oh. My. God! Like it? It’s one of the best movies ever. Cheri and I watch it at least once a month for a girls’ night with wine and ice cream.”
“Wine and ice cream?” I cringe at the thought of mixing the two, but whatever my little bit wants, she’ll get. Placing a bowl of stew in front of her, I push the bread closer so she can help herself.
“Don’t knock it until you try it. Oh wow. This stew is killing it,” she says around a mouthful. “So good.”
Grinning, I taste mine. Not bad, but nothing special, either. I’m just happy she likes it. Although I don’t think I’ve ever heard that expression before. Maybe ten years is a bit of a gap after all.
We finish quickly; it seems both of us were a lot hungrier than I thought.
“Can I help you clean up?” she asks.
I can see why she was at the top of her class; my girl is not only very observant, but she’s also a quick learner. Only two meals with the family, and she’s already figured out that my brothers and I handle most things for the women.
“No need, baby. You can watch if you want.” I wiggle my eyebrows at her, and she chuckles.
After getting everything put away, I bring over the champagne, strawberries, and the bowl of whipped cream. I guess my sisters-in-law are into the same movie as Jaclyn. I pop the cork and fill a couple of flutes.
“To finding the love I never expected, the missing half of my soul, and my whole world. I love you, Jaclyn.” Tipping the edge of my glass to hers, I take a drink. She smiles at me after her sip, her eyes damp with tears.
“To my gorgeous, sexy husband, with the talented tongue...” She hesitates, then grins. “Able to wax poetic on demand. What did you think I was going to say?” She smirks. Such a naughty girl.
She might want strawberries for dessert, but not me. I kiss her deeply, sweeping my tongue over hers, tasting the bite of champagne and stew, then turn her chair as I kneel between her legs.
“What are you doing?” Her eyes widen as I lift her shirt and grin when she’s bare underneath.
“Having dessert? You can always use your safe word,” I say, and give her a moment to decide. She’s sore, but I’ll be gentle. Mostly. I won’t fuck her again until tomorrow at least, although she has two other holes I could claim.
Instead of her words, she nods until she sees my eyebrow raise, and whispers, “Yes, dessert, please.”
“Good girl.” Pulling her ass forward, I spread her thick thighs and slide my tongue along her seam, dipping into her already dripping cunt. My dirty girl, she’s so perfect for me. “Mmmm, you taste so fucking good, baby.”
As I hum against her clit, more juices leak from her pussy, and I catch them on my tongue. Gently sliding one of my fingers inside, her muscles grip me hard. When I rub her G-spot and flick her swollen clit with my tongue, she shudders.
“Oh God, Daddyyyyyyy. I’m gonna…” she moans and throws her head back, her muscles straining not to fall out of the chair.
“Come for me, little bit.” And she does, squirting all over my fingers.
“Oh shit, that was intense,” she murmurs, after catching her breath. When her gaze meets mine, she flushes bright pink. “How do you keep making me do that?” she asks.
“Do what? Come hard?”
“No, the other thing. All the mess…”
“It happens when I rub your G-spot, and it’s the best treat ever. No need to be embarrassed. You’re mine, remember?”
“Yes—”
Before she says anything else, there’s a knock at the door.
Fuck. The only person who’d interrupt us tonight is Adrian, and only if it’s something urgent.
If he’s disturbing me on my wedding night, then either Triston uncovered something new or the feds are breathing down our necks.
I haven’t checked my phone in hours, something I always do.
For all I know, he’s left several messages, but I didn’t want to be disturbed, so I shut it off when we returned from the courthouse.
I quickly wipe my face with a napkin I grab off the island, kiss Jaclyn’s forehead, tell her to wait here, and head toward the door. Way to ruin a perfect moment. Oh well. Still, I dread finding out what fresh hell waits for me on the other side of that door.