Chapter Four
Forrest
We pull up to my cabin just after midnight, newly married and still riding the wild high of moonshine, laughter, and the craziest decision of our lives.
The porch light I left on casts a warm glow over the log walls I built with my own hands.
Sloane sits beside me in the truck, her fingers laced tightly with mine, the simple gold band on her left hand catching the light every time she moves.
Ryder smiles as we get out of his truck, shaking his head with a laugh. “You two are insane, but damn if you don’t look happy. Congratulations.”
Forrest claps him on the shoulder. “Thanks for the witness duty and the ride.”
“Anytime. Now go enjoy your wedding night, you crazy kids.”
I turn to Sloane. She’s flushed, eyes bright, lips still swollen from the kisses we stole on the way here. My wife. The word hits me like a punch to the chest — equal parts terrifying and perfect.
“Ready to go inside, Mrs. Kane?” I ask, voice low and rough.
She bites her lip, that sassy spark flashing in her eyes even through the buzz. “Only if you promise to carry me over the threshold like a proper husband.”
I don’t hesitate. I climb out, circle the truck, and open her door.
Before she can step down, I scoop her up in my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist like they were made to be there.
She laughs against my neck, the sound warm and bright, as I carry her up the steps and push the door open with my shoulder.
The moment we’re inside, I kick the door shut behind us and press her back against the nearest wall, mouth crashing down on hers in a deep, hungry kiss.
She meets me just as fiercely, fingers tangling in my hair, tongue sliding against mine.
The taste of moonshine and her sweetness flood my senses, and I groan into her mouth, grinding my already hard cock against her core.
“Fuck, Sloane,” I rasp when we break for air. “Been dying to touch you properly since the second you said ‘I do.’”
“Then stop talking and do it,” she whispers, nipping at my bottom lip. “I’m your wife now, big guy. Show me what that means.”
That’s all the invitation I need.
I peel her sweater off in one rough motion, tossing it somewhere behind me, then unhook her bra and let it drop.
Her breasts spill into my hands. They’re perfect.
I lower my head and take one tight nipple into my mouth, sucking hard while my thumb teases the other.
Sloane arches with a sharp gasp, her fingers digging into my shoulders.
“Yes, Forrest, oh God…”
I switch sides, lavishing the same attention on her other breast until she’s writhing against me, moaning my name.
My hands slide down her body, unbuttoning her jeans and shoving them down her legs along with her panties.
She kicks them off, standing completely naked in front of me, flushed and beautiful and mine.
I drop to my knees right there in the living room, spread her thighs wide, and bury my face between them.
The first taste of her sweet pussy rips a groan from my throat.
I lick her slowly at first, then faster, sucking her clit into my mouth while two thick fingers slide deep inside her.
Sloane cries out, one hand fisting in my hair, hips rocking shamelessly against my face as I work her closer and closer to the edge.
“Forrest, I’m, fuck, don’t stop.”
She comes hard, thighs trembling around my head, her sweet taste flooding my tongue. I keep licking her through it, drawing out every shudder until she’s gasping and shaking.
I stand, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, and lift her again.
This time I carry her straight to my bedroom and lay her down on my big bed.
I strip off my clothes in record time, my cock heavy and aching as it springs free.
Sloane’s eyes darken when she sees me, her tongue darting out to wet her lips.
“Come here,” she whispers, reaching for me.
I crawl over her, settling between her thighs. The head of my cock nudges her entrance, hot and slick. I look down at her, feeling something raw and possessive surge through me.
“Tell me you want this,” I growl, voice strained. “Tell me you want your husband inside you.”
“I want you,” she breathes, wrapping her legs around my waist and pulling me closer. “I want my husband. Now.”
I thrust into her in one deep stroke, burying myself to the hilt. She’s wet and tight, made for me. We both groan as I bottom out inside her. I stay still for a moment, letting her adjust, then start to move with slow, deep rolls of my hips that make her gasp with every thrust.
“Fuck, Sloane,” I rasp, burying my face in her neck. “You feel so good. So tight around my cock. My wife. Mine.”
She moans, nails raking down my back. “Harder, please, I need more.”
I give it to her. I fuck her harder, deeper, the bed creaking beneath us as I drive into her again and again.
The sound of skin slapping skin fills the room, mixed with her breathless moans and my low growls.
I pin her wrists above her head with one hand, the other gripping her hip as I angle my thrusts to hit a spot inside her that makes her cry out.
“Look at me,” I command, voice rough. “Want to see my wife when she comes on my cock.”
Her eyes lock on mine, wild and dark with pleasure. I feel her tightening around me, her body trembling on the edge.
“Come for me, Sloane,” I growl. “Come for your husband.”
She shatters with a sharp cry, her walls clenching around me so tightly that it drags me over the edge with her. I bury myself deep and come hard, pulsing inside her as pleasure crashes through me in powerful waves.
We stay locked together, breathing hard, bodies slick with sweat. I release her wrists and stroke her hair, pressing soft kisses to her forehead, her cheeks, her lips.
“You’re perfect,” I murmur. “My beautiful wife.”
She smiles up at me, lazy and sated, fingers tracing my jaw. “My grumpy, sweet, very well-endowed husband.”
I laugh, the sound rumbling through my chest, and roll us so she’s draped over me. We stay like that for a long time, talking softly, touching lazily, stealing kisses between words. The moonshine has worn off, but the joy hasn’t. If anything, it feels clearer now.
Later, I take her again, slower this time, face to face, eyes locked as I move deep inside her. We make love like we have all the time in the world, every thrust a promise, every moan a vow.
When we finally fall asleep tangled together, her head on my chest and my arm wrapped securely around her, I press one last kiss to her hair and whisper the truth I already know in my bones.
She is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and even though I know it’s crazy, I’m in love with this woman I’ve known for less than twenty-four hours.