Chapter 23
Zoe
I smile when Riggs slips into bed behind me, wrapping me up in his arms. Just his touch calms me. “Did Calla leave already?”
“She did. I invited her for dinner on Saturday.” He drags his nose up the side of my neck, leaving a trail of kisses behind my ear.
I frown, turning to face him. “Riggs. I can’t cook anything fancy.”
“You don’t have to. I have a chef who makes my dinners. Tell me what you want, and I’ll have him make it.”
Her eyes widen comically. “You have a chef? Just how rich are you?”
I chuckle. “Motocross isn’t lucrative, but the endorsements it led to over the years are. Let’s just say being the face of Helm cologne for the last decade has been good for my pocketbook.”
I sit up, surprised to learn he’s a model. Him being the face of some fancy brand floors me. “Wait. You model for a cologne?”
He pulls me back down so I’m lying on his chest. “I’m in their ad campaigns and commercials, yes, but I’m not a model.”
“Wow. I had no idea.” Guess I need to start watching commercials closer and reading the kinds of magazines that advertise men’s cologne. “What other products do you endorse?”
“Let’s see. I have a branded helmet, I’m in a campaign for a sports drink, and I’ve hosted a reality show where people compete in obstacle courses. There are some other small things. Oh, and I was on a reality dating show right after my divorce. It was sort of like The Bachelor. In fact, that’s how I met Jazz.”
I cover my mouth in surprise. “Oh, my god! You are famous.” He majorly downplayed all this.
“None of that is real.” He kisses me softly. “This, our marriage, we’re real.”
“Are we?” I can’t help but worry since we said ‘I do’ in a drunken haze. What if I really don’t fit into his world?
He traces the worry lines on my forehead with his finger. “Stop. Don’t second guess what’s happening between us.”
I nod, but that doesn’t alleviate my worries.
Riggs kisses me, moving his hand down my body to grip my hip. He pulls me against his chest as his cock hardens against my lower stomach.
I sit up, shedding my shirt. He cups my tits, tracing my nipples with his thumbs. They harden beneath the fabric of my bra. He tugs me down, drawing one of my tight peaks into his mouth, sucking me through the fabric. I roll my hips, moving along his erection.
He flips me onto my back, kissing down my stomach until he gets to the waistband of my jeans. He doesn’t bother unbuttoning them. Instead, he just tugs hard, pulling them and my panties off, leaving me only in my bra.
I spread my legs for him, no longer shy about him seeing the most intimate parts of me. “Lick me.” My voice is breathless with desire as I tell him what I want. I’ve come a long way from the timid virgin I was a week ago.
“Your wish is my command,” he says before sliding his tongue along my seam.
My pussy quivers in delight as he licks me. I grip the back of his head, keeping him in place as he pleasures me. He slides two fingers inside me. It’s not enough. I want more.
“Fuck me,” I beg.
He chuckles, leaning back to shed his clothes before retrieving a condom from the nightstand. “I’ve created a monster,” he teases.
He’s not wrong. I crave him. “Please.”
He moves over me once he’s sheathed his cock, guiding himself inside. Instead of slamming into me like I want, he slowly feeds me his cock.
I try to buck against him, but he stills my hips. With languid strokes, he drives me over the edge. As my orgasm hits, he pinches my clit and bites down on one of my nipples. I scream out, arching my back as I come undone.
Riggs speeds up his thrusts. I clench around him, choking his cock. No sooner than I start to come down from my orgasm, another hits. Riggs and I come together as he covers my mouth with his.
He collapses on top of me. I hold him in the aftermath of my orgasm, loving the weight of his body pressing down on me. My muscles spasm as I return from euphoria.
“That was our best effort yet,” he teases, pulling out of me.
I grin. “We’re so good at sex.”
He ties off the condom as he gets out of bed. “Stay there. I’ll be right back.”
“I couldn’t move if I wanted to.”
I watch the muscles in his ass flex as he goes into the bathroom. Despite my pussy still pulsing as I enjoy my post-coital bliss, if he wanted to go again, I’d be ready. I don’t think I could ever say no to Riggs.
He walks back into the bedroom, holding a damp washcloth. His cock hangs heavily in front of him, swaying as he closes the distance to the bed. I blush when he catches me looking at his penis.
“Don’t be embarrassed,” he scolds. “I want you to like looking at me. Lord knows, I love looking at you.”
He presses the warm cloth to my pussy, cleaning me. It’s not like there’s a big mess since we use condoms, but he still likes to take care of me like this. The first time he did it, I was embarrassed, but now I realize it’s a way he shows he cares. Riggs enjoys taking care of people.
He spreads my legs, wiping the rag along my folds before swirling it over my clit. My pussy pulses at the attention. He places a kiss beneath my belly button before dipping his head and placing another on my clit. Tingles zip up my spine.
I let out a whimper when he moves away, setting the rag on the nightstand.
He chuckles. “Ready to go again already?”
I nod.
“Sorry to disappoint, but you married a man who’s just a few years shy of forty. My days of multiple orgasms back-to-back are over.”
“Then stop teasing me,” I pout.
He pulls me into a hug, kissing my cheek. “Are you happy?”
I’m about to joke that I’m pissed he’s not inside me, but stop myself when I see the concerned look on his face.
“I’ve never been happier.” And it’s true. Yes, I’m worried about what the future holds and wish he’d tell me he loves me. But, being with him is more than I ever could’ve asked for. For the first time in forever, I feel like I matter to someone.