Chapter 13
Ruby
I feel beautiful in my simple satin V-neck, spaghetti-strapped mermaid-style gown as I look across the main clubhouse room to where my husband stands in his black slacks, black shirt with a white tie, and now, his cut. He didn’t wear it for the ceremony, but he looks perfect at this moment.
He talks with my father and brother before turning toward me, and our eyes lock. Even across the room, it feels as if he’s touching me. His eyes roam up and down my body, then he says something to my father, and my brother nods.
Judge walks toward Evie, standing with her grandmother and Breanna. Ben makes his way to me, and my body instantly responds. My breathing picks up, my core tightens as my clit throbs, and my nipples harden and scratch against my strapless bra under my gown.
He doesn’t slow down; instead, he leans forward and throws me over his shoulder as he carries me upstairs to our suite. I can’t stop laughing. His hand connects with my butt and a burst of sound escapes while my panties dampen.
“No laughing, wife. I’m going to take you so hard everyone knows you’re mine.” His chest rumbles underneath me, turning me on even more.
As soon as we’re through the door, he slams it closed and locks it.
I’m set on my feet in the middle of our room, and then he looks down at me.
Ben’s muscles ripple with his swallow, continuing to stare me in the eye.
He doesn’t even have to touch me, and my body is on fire. It’s only ever responded to this man.
“I love you,” I sigh, and he slowly smiles his predatory grin as he wraps his arms around me, unzipping the hidden zipper at my waist of the low-back gown.
The heavy material slips down my body; the jeweled spaghetti straps graze my arms before the dress collects at my feet, leaving me in a strapless bra, sheer white panties, and high-heeled shoes.
With one hand, Ben grips my hair at the clip securing the long, wavy curls down my back. He releases the tresses and tosses the clip to the nightstand before fisting my hair again. His other hand grips my chin in a possessive, domineering hold, causing my insides to melt and turn me on.
“Mine. Only ever going to be mine,” he growls before his lips come down on mine, consuming me with a deep tongue-thrusting-through-my-lips kiss. He doesn’t go slow; he’s fierce and defiant, taking everything from me, and I give it to him, not caring at all. He’s perfect and mine too.
We kiss until we’re both breathless and panting for more.
I push at his cut, sliding it off his shoulders.
He lets go of me and catches it before it hits the floor, tossing it to the bench at the end of the bed.
I help him get out of his shirt and unbuckle his trousers, then he releases my bra, breasts tender from pregnancy but also needy for his touch.
My head tips back on my shoulders as Ben cups my heavy breasts, thumbing my nipples.
I cry out from the need and torture of how they feel.
His hands slide down my body, and he picks me up.
I wrap my legs around him, feeling his erection where we both want it.
He steps over my dress and lays me on the bed, coming down over my body.
“Please, Ben, make love to me,” I beg, needing him.
“I’ll make love to you soon, my wife.” His chest rubs against mine with each breath we take, and his hands slide along my body, fingers barely making contact with my skin, driving me crazy.
He moves slightly, taking a nipple into his mouth, but he doesn’t suck it; he bites and marks it, and I moan, my hands gripping and clawing his back. Nails digging into his flesh as he switches to the other breast, abusing it too.
He stands up, leaving me a writhing mess as he drops his pants and yanks off my panties.
When he gets back on the bed, he rolls us, placing me on top, and I rise to my knees.
He sits up, then pushes me back, laying me on his outstretched legs.
My legs remain bent as if I were kneeling.
I’m exposed, and Ben rests my hands on my calves.
“Keep them there,” he whispers in a growly voice, making me moan.
He slides into my body, going deep, hitting my G-spot perfectly, then he moves, and sensation overwhelms me.
Driving his cock through my channel, I’m completely at his mercy.
My back bows, I lick my lips, and my head tips back.
Ben leans forward to lick and suck my aching breasts, while thrusting repeatedly in and out of my body.
I cry out and moan from the sounds of our heavy breathing and my body gushing with desire for him.
“Please, husband, more,” my voice trembles as he thrusts harder, and my head brushes along his legs. Pulling me back, his hips flex, hitting the perfect spot over and over. I can’t hold back the orgasm and break apart, screaming his name.
Torch
Ruby’s knees should be aching, so I pull her up and roll us again, into the missionary position. Taking her as deeply as possible, I shift so my groin stimulates her clit. Today, she became my wife, and I’m showing her that I’ll keep our sex life creative for the rest of our lives.
Her hands wrap around me and slide up and down my back.
When her nails dig into my ass, I slam her harder.
She moves along with me, and as she crests and starts to come again, I know I’ll follow her over this time.
It took everything in me not to blow in the first position.
We both moan each other’s names as we come, and I kiss her, sliding my tongue along hers before situating us so she’s draped over my body, exhausted and ready for sleep.
Waiting until our breathing returns to normal, I slide from her pussy, get a washcloth, and clean her up, then toss the cloth toward the hamper. Crawling back into bed, I wrap myself around her again.
I realize that marrying her won’t save her from Kurti’s revenge, but it will seal his fate with death if he comes for her. Ruby is doubly protected, both by the club and now as my wife.
The next couple of days, we stay in our suite, having food delivered while celebrating a quiet honeymoon, secure in our area. With Christmas fast approaching, I want our first one together to be special for Ruby, so I take the time to question her thoroughly about gift ideas.
When we discuss our future and her plans for it, I get inspired to talk to Judge about buying Ruby a small shop like he did for Evie, but in this case, it will be an art gallery to display her work.
In the past, she’s mentioned wanting that, but with everything going on, I completely forgot about it until now. A quick message to Judge, and the ball starts rolling.
By the time we emerge from our self-imposed staycation honeymoon, I’m ready to finally sit down and have a conversation with my best friend, who is also my half-brother.
Spike and I didn’t want to talk after the revelation because both of us were still trying to process everything. Now, however, it’s time.
“So, you came up for air from your wife,” Spike jokes as we take a seat in Kings Crossing for dinner. I haven’t been able to bring Ruby back here since the night we found out she was pregnant because the smells still make her sick.
“Watch it,” I say in a tone that makes it clear I’m not playing around.
“Dang, if I get as crazy as you when I find my girl, kick my ass.”
“I’ve been in love with Ruby since before it was okay to be.”
“I know.”
“I just can’t believe she’s mine now.”
“Well, don’t fuck it up, or not only will she kick your ass, but so will the rest of us.”
I chuckle. “I don’t plan to.”
After we place our orders with the server and our beers arrive, we discuss the upcoming appointment that requires us to take Ruby from the compound where I know she’s safe.
“Friday afternoon, Dr. Ashlyn wants to see Ruby again for some bloodwork and a fetal heart check. She’ll be eight weeks along, and they’ll finally be able to hear it. I’m planning on going with her. Boost is going too.”
“I can’t,” Spike replies. “I have an all-afternoon tattoo appointment.”
“I don’t know who else I can take.”
“I’ll go,” Chump volunteers, stepping up after overhearing our conversation.
I remember what happened with Evie, but he insisted nothing went on with the state police officer who was murdered. He said Loco and Rusty imagined whatever it was they thought they saw. I don’t want to trust him, but everyone else is busy.
“If I don’t find someone else, I’ll give you a call,” I answer, thinking he’ll walk away.
“I’m never going to live down what those two idiots made up. I swear on everything I own that I’m not on the take.”
There is no proof.
“Fine. Friday at one, we’ll get ready to head out.”
“Okay. Thanks for the chance to help.”
Chump walks off, and Spike shakes his head. “I don’t trust him. Why are you?”
“We don’t have proof, and I’ll kill him personally if he double-crosses us. Besides, if I can find someone else, I’ll take them instead and just cancel with him.”