Chapter 3
CHAPTER THREE
MAREN
“ M y wife,” he growled in my ear, and I nearly swooned.
I mean, I knew we weren’t really married, because it’s Vegas, but hearing this man call me ‘wife’ felt like being owned or wanted to the point of making me delirious with desire.
Fake wife or not, I liked it. Far more than I should. Did he purr when he said it, or was that just the thought of crossing number six off my list making my body light up with all things Garrett?
“Yes?” My voice, breathy and not at all what I normally sounded like, said only one word. Because more would require me to think, and right now, that was the last thing on my mind. Time ceased to exist, until it was only the two of us, here at this moment.
And that was all it would be, I reminded myself. A moment. A checked off moment I’d remember for the rest of my life. There was no doubt in my mind this man would ruin me for anyone else. I wanted him to, craved it, after being sheltered and coddled for so long. The air tingled with anticipation as his green eyes bore into me, eliciting a shiver from my body. Involuntarily, my lips parted on a gasp.
He held his key card to the door, without releasing the hold he had on me. If anything, the moment the officiant said ‘man and wife’ he hadn't stopped touching me in some way. A hand at my back, wrapped around my waist, pulling me against his hard body.
He intoxicated me more than any fancy, overpriced drink ever could. Top shelf, no apologies or relenting. This man knew what he wanted, and right not, from the hunger in his eyes as he yanked me into his room, that was me.
“Last chance, before I make you mine.” His eyes darted to the door, one hand holding it open. A last chance to escape, change my mind.
God, was he real?
I stepped in closer, hand on his chest, inhaling the woody scent that had made me swoon on the dance floor. “I’m all in.”
He growled in response, and shut the door behind him, the noise reverberating through the room like a gunshot. But I barely heard it over the pounding staccato of my heartbeat. His hands threaded through my hair, my head fell back as his mouth descended on mine, claiming and taking with such force that I moaned in his mouth. He tasted like whiskey and dark nights filled with all the naughty things I’d read about at night in the romance novels I hid away from my parents.
Lack of experience notwithstanding, my imagination worked overtime, and for once in my life, I was throwing caution to the wind.
Okay, maybe twice. Getting married to a stranger you just met and who asked you to dance on your birthday in Vegas threw caution not just to the wind, but into a hurricane.
Garrett was the eye of the storm. My husband , if only for this one night. A snapshot in time, and a memory to file away just for me.
Hands slid down my body, cupping my ass and lifting me until my legs wrapped around his trim waist. A moan fell from lips and the hard length of him pressed against the spot aching for any attention. He ground his hips into me, a fierce growl emanating from him. Not bothering to break the kiss, Garrett carried me into the bedroom, the double doors wide open and welcoming. I writhed in his arms, not able to control myself or the waves of want cascading down my body any longer.
He stopped just before the bed, setting me down, and cupping my cheeks. The intensity of gaze nearly undid me. “Are you sure?”
I looked up at him, nearly outing because if this man didn’t touch me everywhere, I was going to explode. “Last chance at the door, husband. All in, remember?” I closed the distance, the heat from his body igniting me further. Emboldened, I let my hand slide down the front of his body, to the waistband of his pants. The cool metal of his belt buckle in contrast to the heat emanating between us. “And I do believe you agreed to a wedding night, remember?”
A smirk turned one side of his mouth upward. Sexy, confidant and devastating. “Number 6, right? I remember, sweet girl.” He moved in until his mouth was a breath away from mine. My lips parted, my breath escalating and increasing until I panted with desire. “And I intend on ruining you for anyone else. For one night, you’re mine.”
Clothes torn away in a fervent storm of motion as we both gave in, but he stopped me when I went to step out of my shoes.
“Keep them on.”
His eyes held no quarter, even if I wanted to disobey him. His gaze swept from my bare breasts to the green lace thong, so tiny because the dress was unforgiving and anything else would show, insisted.
He knelt before me, shirtless, his boxer briefs concealing nothing. I swallowed thickly, because the thought of that being inside me both terrified and excited me. As if he could read my mind, he looked up, a wicked gleam in his eyes. “Don’t worry, baby. You can take it. I’ll make sure you can.” He kissed his way down my belly, nuzzling me, then burying his nose in my panties. My cheeks lit up, flaming hot, but then he inhaled and growled. “Fuck, this pussy. I need to taste you, sweet girl.” I shut my eyes, knees weak, and when he hooked his thumb in the material and pulled it to the side. Hot and wet, his tongue licked along my slit with a growl, tasting me like he was starving.
“Oh, God,” I moaned.
“Not God, sweet girl, It’s all Garrett. Try ‘oh, husband’,” he purred, then circled my clit with his tongue. Using his thumbs, he spread me wide, licking, biting, and making me a writhing mess. If not for this hand on my ass, keeping me in place, I’d be a puddle on the floor. A writhing, messy, insane puddle of want and need. My thighs clenched, and I feared I would smother him. But he only made another sound of approval.
“Oh Go-”
“Not God, sweet girl. Husband. Tonight, you pray to me,” he growled against me, the vibrations sending another shiver up my body.
“Husband,” I whimpered. He must’ve liked it, because he acted like a man starved, and before I could say another word or let out yet another unintelligible sound, my body tensed, waves of pleasure took me over. I gasped, a blissful feeling breaking me apart as he kept going, not giving me a moment of reprieve.
As I slowly came back to my body, he lifted me up, and laid me down on the bed.
“I’m on birth control,” I stammered, trying to get my wits back but failing. I propped myself up on my elbows taking in every delicious muscled inch of his skin. I licked my lips. “But-”
“Condom,” he smirked as he reached over and pulled out of the wallet on the nightstand. “But, fuck sweet girl, I want to fill you over and over. Mark you with my cum.” He leaned in, his tongue swept along mine, a tease and promise rolled into one.
“Oh-” He shot me glare. “Husband,” I squeaked, and Garrett, my husband, smirked.
“Such a good wife.”
My body responded to his words, his tone, the smolder in his dark eyes. I reached up, arms wrapped around his neck and pulled him into my body. Every inch of him on top of me, the weight of him as my body writhed beneath him making my skin alight with fire. I wanted him, and as he ground his hips into my center, only the thin fabric we both wore keeping us apart, I whined in my throat. He claimed my mouth, his kiss both sweet and brutal, like he needed me like he needed to breathe. And he was going to be the one to give me his air.
No one else.
How was I going to survive breathing without him after tonight?
His hands traced a path from my cheek, down my neck, between my breasts. A sigh left me, like a benediction. Legs trembled as he lifted off me and crawled down my body, taking my panties, which were soaked and useless, down and off. With a smirk he tossed them across the room. “Those are mine now, wife. And anytime after tonight, when I think about you, I am going to take them out as a reminder of how fucking perfect you are for me.”
I nearly swooned, and my eyes widened as he stood, slid on the condom after tearing it open with his teeth . “I-” But before I could say a word, he kissed me, and positioned himself at my entrance.
“Fuck, sweet girl. You're so damn tight.” The tip of him pushed in, and my body burned at the intrusion, but it felt…so good?...at the same time.
I whimpered, either in pain or with pleasure, I couldn’t tell. Holy hell…how was that going to get inside…me???
“You’re doing so good, wife,” he murmured, both hands on either side of my face. “Taking your husband’s cock like you made for it. Mine. This pussy, it’s mine. Breathe, sweet girl, that’s it,” he murmured, talking me through it, and I breathed in. Relaxing as he inched further in until his eyes widened. “Fuuuuuck,” he cursed. “Baby, why didn’t you tell me you were a-”
“Please don’t stop,” I begged, tears stinging my eyes, humiliation heating my face. Eyes squeezed shut, and nearly sobbed with need.
“Maren,” he ordered. “Look at me.”
I obeyed, why, I didn’t know. He held my face and made me look at him. “Tell me you’re sure.”
I nodded.
“Use your words, sweet girl.”
“Yes.” I swallowed. “ Husband .”
He smirked. “Then let me make it really good for you.” He rolled his hips, and my eyes fluttered. “No, eyes on me, wife . Keep breathing. It’s going to hurt, but then I am going to make sure you feel so good that you’ll never dare anyone to marry you in Vegas ever again.”
I nodded again, biting my lip as he pushed in further, stretching me until tears leaked from my eyes. I sucked in another breath, relaxing and letting my body adjust.
“Ready?”
Knowing he’d make me say it, I said, “Yes.”
He thrust in, and I felt a sharp pain that made me yelp. He held himself still, allowing my body to adjust even more. I gasped as he began to move, a delicious heat taking over. “Oh.” A breath fell from lips as he smirked, moving slowly, watching every response I offered him.
“Good girl, just relax and feel how much your sweet pussy loves being filled. How much it wants my cum. How much you want it.”
Shivers of electricity tingled along my belly, and I moaned at his words, wanting the condom gone, to feel him inside me with nothing between us. He increased the tempo of his hips, eyes flicked on me, darting to my lips, my eyes, then back. My body opened, and when I felt myself clenching, he cursed and began a relentless pace that wrung gasps and sounds I’d never made before from me.
“Fuck, wife, you’re choking your husband’s cock so fucking well, that’s it, come for me, sweet girl,” he murmured.
And with those words, my world burst into a thousand pieces once again, and I sobbed, shaking in an endless pleasure wave, unable to breathe as my body exploded, then came back together.
When I could finally breathe, his body covered mine, even though he propped himself just above me. A sexy smirk on his features.
“Are you mad?” I squeaked.
“No, wife. But, I would have treated you a little more gently.” He kissed the tip of my nose. “And now,” he slowly slid out of me, removed the condom and tied it off, tossing it into a small trash can. “I am going to clean you up.” Garrett scooped me up in his arms, and my arms hooked around his neck as he walked to the large bathroom and set me on the counter. He turned on the bath water, checking the temperature before he turned to me with a wet cloth. Gently, he cleaned me, the evidence on the cloth of what was gone now. Blood. From my thighs. He kissed me, and said, “I’ll give you a second, then let me know when you’re done. Bath-”
“Can we do that…again?”
“Sweet girl, I don’t want to-”
“It’s my wedding night, husband. You said you’d take care of me.”
He chuckled. “Oh, wife. You have no idea.”
What the hell did I do? I twisted, but the weight of an arm slung across my waist effectively cutting me off from my attempt at a quick escape preempted the walk of shame I now had to execute. And as quickly as possible. The morning sun inched closer and closer to… my husband’s face, and I was sure the light would wake him. And he’d figure out how much of a mistake he made last night.
As if lady luck herself was looking down on me, he made a sound, hallways between a snore and an exhale, then turned onto his side.
Freedom!
I frowned as I slid from the bed, and winced. My body felt sore in places I hadn’t known existed before Garrett decided that our ‘wedding night’ would be one neither of us would forget. The man was insatiable, and at one point I think I lost the ability to speak. I chanced one last look, hating leaving him like this, but we both knew the rules.
What happened in Vegas, stayed in Vegas…