Chapter 25
TWENTY-FIVE
HUNTER
Ipulled at my tie for the hundredth time.
Slade laughed. “You can keep pulling at that necktie, bro, but it’s not the knot that’s making it hard to breathe.
” He patted me on the shoulder. “I’m really happy for you, buddy.
I know she’s been the center of your world since forever and well, you know how Colt and I feel about her. ”
Colt turned back at the sound of his name. Of the three of us, he was the only one who looked semi-at-ease in a suit and tie. In fact, being Colt, he looked like he could have just walked out of a fucking fashion shoot.
“Little bro,” Slade called, “you look like the top of a fucking wedding cake, you know that?”
Colt made a show of brushing off his lapels. “I look pretty slick, I’m aware of that. I’m thinking of finding some career where I have to wear a three piece suit and tie every day.”
I laughed. “The only suit wearing career you’d qualify for is being a corpse. Otherwise, stick to fixing up houses. Especially since I sank most of my savings into your newest venture.”
The side door opened, and the justice of the peace walked out. Her hair was piled up high in one of those old-fashioned beehive dos, and she had on a dress that looked about as vintage as her hairstyle. She smiled. “The bride is right behind me.”
We’d decided not to wait. Amy didn’t want a big wedding, and the only people we truly cared about were standing right there with us.
The woman reached her podium and turned on some recorded music. Led Zeppelin’s Hey, Hey What Can I Do blared out of the small speaker. It was our song, the song about the street corner girl. My brothers took the time to fist bump each other for adding that touch.
The same side door opened. Jade came out wearing a slim cut, blue dress that stopped just above her knees and had thin straps that were glittering with pearls. She was holding a bouquet of yellow flowers. Colt’s shoulders lifted and fell as if he’d drawn in a long, slow breath.
“Easy, buddy,” Slade said to Colt under his breath. Jade walked up to the podium. She whispered something to Slade.
“Really?” Slade asked. “Cool.” He hurried down the aisle and knocked on the door.
Amy stepped out and took hold of his arm.
It was my turn to have the breath catch deep in my chest. My throat tightened as she walked toward us.
Her white, silky dress had the same pearl covered straps.
The dress had a tight white bodice and it came to just above the knees.
She’d pulled her copper hair into a twist in the back. She was head to toe angel.
Slade beamed as he led her up to the podium.
Amy turned and faced me. Her eyes were glossy with tears, and she was smiling. I reached forward and took her hand. It was shaking a little. Or that could have been mine.
“I’m glad I didn’t stop chasing happiness,” she said softly.
“I had my happy ending living just fifty yards away my entire life.”
It was a quick, simple ceremony. Just the way we wanted it. Colt, Slade and Jade cheered and clapped as we kissed.
Amy reached up with her pinky and wiped her lipstick off my mouth. “I got you a wedding present.”
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her hard against me. “Damn right but shouldn’t we wait until we’re in our hotel room?”
She laughed. “O.K., I got you two wedding presents. But one of them is outside.”
I glanced over at our three wedding guests. “Why do you all look like the cat who swallowed the goldfish? What the hell is going on?”
Amy took hold of my arm. “This way, Mr. Stone.” We walked toward the exit and our small entourage followed. We got to the door. “Wait,” Amy said. She handed Jade her flowers and stepped behind me. Her small hands reached up to cover my eyes. “O.K. let’s go.”
“Uh, I can’t see because your cute little hands are in front of my eyes. By the way, you’re giving me some really creative ideas for that second gift in the honeymoon suite.”
“Yep,” Slade said, “from what I hear the best sex you’ll ever have is on your wedding night.”
“Shit, Hunter, you better make it a good one. It’s all downhill from here,” Colt said.
“Are you two done with the king of stupidity contest?” Amy asked. “Someone open the door so he doesn’t run into it.”
Fresh air blew against my face as someone yanked the door open. Amy held my eyes, and I took a blind step forward. “Now you can look.” She dropped her hands. A Harley Dyna Super Glide was sitting in the driveway of the wedding chapel.
“What the—”
Amy wrapped her hands around my arm. “I sold the Ranger. Do you like it?”
“God, baby, I can’t believe it.” I pulled her into my arms and kissed her.
Slade clapped his hands. He walked forward and handed me the keys. “I say we go back to Colt’s for food. I’m starved, and our boy here will need plenty of energy for tonight’s activities.”
Amy’s fingers wrapped around the lapel of my suit. “Are you going to give your wife a ride?”
“Fuck yeah, I am.” She squealed with laughter as I swept her up into my arms and carried her to the bike. I climbed on. She yanked her silky white dress up above her thighs and climbed on behind me. She wrapped her arms around my waist and propped her chin on my shoulder.
I fired up the motor. “Hold on real tight, little wife.”
“Hunter Stone, I’ve been holding on real tight forever.”
With polished wood and gold leaf details, the inside of the hotel elevator was nicer than any house I’d ever been in.
Colt, Slade and Jade had pitched in and reserved us two nights in a honeymoon suite at a fancy, upscale hotel a couple hours from home.
Considering we’d had no real place to be alone— ever— it was like the best damn wedding present in the world.
The elevator door shut, and I dropped our one small duffle on the floor. We didn't pack much because we decided from the start we’d been spending the full two days naked in bed. And I, for one, was anxious to get started on that decision.
I hit the button for our floor and turned around.
Amy was standing against the shiny wood wall of the elevator.
She was still wearing her satiny white dress, only it was covered by her coat.
I pressed my hands against the wall on each side of her and gazed down.
“I’m just going to warn you that I’m feeling extremely powerful and possessive right now.
And I’m so fucking horny, I’m feeling slightly unhinged.
So, when we get into that room, unless you want that pretty dress ripped to shreds, you’d better take it off the second we walk in the door. ”
She flashed me that mischievous lip curl I knew too well, a smile I had the privilege of seeing every day now. “Why wait for the room?” she said in a seductive whisper as she rubbed her hand over my fly and my rock hard cock.
A low groan rolled from my throat. “That, baby, is why I fucking love you. Any other girl would have been cowering and holding onto her dress, but you, my erotic little angel, know how to meet my dirty thoughts head on.”
She placed her hand on my face. “Say it again. Say, I fucking love you again.”
“Amy ‘Street’ Stone, I fucking love you.” I took my hands off the wall and grabbed her to me.
My mouth slammed down over hers just as the annoying bell on the elevator rang.
I pulled my mouth away just as the doors slid open.
An older couple glanced in at us and suddenly decided to take another elevator. The door slid shut.
“Thought they’d never leave,” I muttered as I turned back around and grabbed her against me again. The bell sounded again, and I groaned in disappointment.
“No, it’s our floor,” Amy said.
“Thank god.” I grabbed up the duffle and threw it over my shoulder and then swept my extremely hot bride into my arms. She held tightly to my neck as I carried her to the room. She pushed the card into the slot and the door opened. I carried her inside and lowered her feet to the ground.
It was a plush, expensively decorated room. Amy stood in the center of the vast floor and spun around. “So this is what it feels like to be a princess.”
“To hell with the princess,” I said. “I want my sex goddess. Now what did I warn you about that dress?”
Amy put her finger to her mouth as if she was thinking about it. She smiled at me as she slipped off her shoes. “You know, I only plan on wearing the thing once, and it was cheap.”
I lumbered toward her and took hold of the tiny strap. “I gave you fair warning.”
“Yes, you did.” She laughed as I snapped the strap, causing all the tiny beads to fall to the carpeted floor. I tore the other strap and the dress slipped to the floor and pooled around her feet.
I looked down at the puddle of white silk. “Huh, that wasn’t as satisfying as I’d hoped. I was picturing much more ripping and shredding.” I reached for her panties and broke the thin band of lace. She looked down as they fell to the floor.
“Actually, those I sort of wanted to wear again.”
“Oops,” I said as my mouth came down over hers. I lifted her, carried her to the bed and lowered her down against the mountain of satiny pillows. She leaned back luxuriously, stretching like a cat and I watched her as I yanked off my rented suit in record fucking time.
I lowered myself over her and kissed her as I settled myself between her legs. I reached down between her thighs and pushed my fingers through the folds. “God, baby, you’re so wet already.”
She pressed her hand against my face. “Always. I’m always ready for you, Hunter.”
I rubbed my thumb along her bottom lip. “The only thing hotter than this mouth—” I watched her face as I slid my cock into her. “Is the way you look when my cock enters you.” Her hot pussy tightened around me. “You’re a perfect fit, baby. You’ve always been a perfect fit.”
I moved against her slowly at first, feeling her small body beneath me warm with a flush.
She was already close. I knew everything about her.
And I loved everything about her. I slid my hand under her ass and pushed her pussy higher.
She held tightly to my arms as we both came together.
I stayed inside of her, right where I belonged.
I leaned forward and kissed her lips. “You realize that was just the warm-up.”
“I should hope so.”
I gazed down at her. “Well, Street, looks like it’s you and me against the world now. Are you happy?”
“What the hell do you think?” Tears filled her eyes as she pulled my face closer for a kiss.