24. Rurik
24
RURIK
K elly blinked up at me after I broke the kiss. The first one of millions we’d share as a married couple. Her wet lip hung open, and even though I was tempted to kiss her again and continue making her look so dazed and needy, I wanted to have her all to myself again.
I hadn’t been lying when I told her we’d pick up where we’d left off in my bed almost an hour ago.
“Congratulations!” Eva cheered behind her.
Just like that, Kelly’s contented expression was shuttered. The reminder that Eva, the bride who’d been obsessed with her wedding plans, was there to witness this shotgun ceremony sobered her. I loathed how Oleg had said we needed to “get it done”. But there was no denying this had been rushed.
My wife was standing here in jeans and a sweater. I wasn’t dressed any better.
“Thanks,” Kelly told her, as though they were talking about the weather or something simple. “Is there any breakfast?”
Eva winced, glancing at me. She’d noticed Kelly’s cool tone too.
“No. No breakfast.” I grabbed her hand. “We’re going to celebrate.”
“Celebrate what?” Kelly challenged. She lifted her hand I’d put a ring on. “I mean, yeah. That changed. But not really, right? It was just a task to get done.”
Oleg closed his mouth, perhaps cut off from giving us congratulations as well. Maybe now he’d realize the callousness of how he’d worded our marriage would impact her. He wasn’t dense, but he thought differently. He focused on war and damage control, not flowers and love.
“Let’s go,” I told her, firmer than what was probably necessary. As I pulled her hand to get her to leave with me, she dug her feet in and resisted.
“No. Please. I’d like to get breakfast with Eva while we’re here. It’s just another day. We can hang out here for a while and—ah!”
I pulled her close and hoisted her over my good shoulder, carrying her out of the house.
“Hey!” She pounded on my back. “Put me down.”
“No. I’m sorry it had to happen that way, but I do want you to be my wife, Kelly. And we are celebrating that!”
“Oh, so you put a ring on it and then you can just drag me around? Being your wife means you can just kidnap me and tell me how it is now?”
I spanked her ass at the car before I set her down. “Yes,” I replied sternly as I opened her door.
“Ow.” She rubbed her butt and scowled at me.
I hid a smile.
She got in the car, crossed her arms, and stared out the window. I mentally went over every possible way I could explain how this had to happen this way. I rehearsed all the approaches I could try to convince her that I wanted to marry her regardless of the when, how, or why.
Instead, the closer we got to being home, the more I preferred the idea of showing her.
We got inside, still not speaking. But the second the elevator doors slid shut, she turned around and glared at me. “I’m not?—”
I kissed her silent, giving her an unforgiving, harsh press of my lips. Not retreating or letting up once, I kept my mouth on hers until she softened and replied in kind. With sexy mewls and needy moans, she raised her hands to loop her arms around my shoulders.
That was how we spoke. This was how we could always connect. Even when I was struggling with the right words to let her know that I was sorry for how businesslike our wedding had seemed, I cared.
Without breaking this seal between our lips, our tongues demanding a deeper taste, I walked her further into the room.
I couldn’t erase how rushed the last hour had been. I could keep my promise of making her smile and be happy once more.
“I told you we’d pick up right where we left off,” I said after I wrenched my lips off hers. While I wasn’t kissing her, I took that chance to pull her shirt and bra off.
“Yeah, but?—”
I sealed my mouth right back down over hers, forcing her back to the bed as I worked on getting our pants off. She clung to me, too desperate to stick with her argument. In the back of my mind that still operated with coherent thoughts over the flood of lust controlling me, I wondered if we would really be a bickering couple who would always be impatient to have makeup sex like this.
I had her naked at last, and every caress of my hands over her soft flesh felt like I was branding her all over again.
Mine. Mine. All mine.
She pushed against me, trying to grind against my dick, but I held her back until I sat on the bed. Helping her to straddle me, I waited until she adjusted over me and looked me in the eye.
“Kelly, I?—”
This time, she kissed me quiet, borrowing a move from my playbook. I growled against her lips as she guided my dick to her wet pussy. Then when she sank down on me, she arched her back and groaned.
“Kelly.”
She tried to kiss me again, but I dodged her lips.
“Look at me.”
“No. You can’t kiss me quiet when I want to talk and have it your way to say what you want.”
Holding her hips and not letting her ride me, I narrowed my eyes. “Fine. Say what you need to say.”
She glowered at me, trying to lift up to ride me. “Just let me feel good.”
“No. Say what you need to get off your chest.” Pressing one hand down on her thigh, I kept her down and unable to ride me as I swiped some of her cream from where we were joined to use it as lube on her ass hole.
That caught her attention.
“Tell me,” I ordered as I played with her hole.
“I…” She pouted, shaking her head slightly. “Just…”
“Tell me.” I pushed my finger in, relishing how she gasped.
“Oh, my… Fuck. Rurik. That… Oh, God.”
I lightly teased her hole, starting to move my hips and remind her about my dick crammed in her pussy. “Tell me.”
She closed her eyes for a second and I stopped moving.
“Kelly…” I warned.
“Please don’t stop,” she begged.
“Please tell me why you’re so upset about the fact that we’re married.”
“I’m not.” She stared at me and lost her scowl. “I’m just upset that you only married me out of duty. Not because you wanted to. Or because you… love me.”
I growled, crashing my lips to hers. This stubborn, silly woman of mine .
Renewed with hope and excited to prove her wrong, I kissed her and stole her breath. Picking up the tempo of fingering her ass hole, I urged her to ride me. She did, faltering when she was already so close to coming. And all the while, she clung to me and didn’t break this kiss that felt like a lifeline bonding us.
Parting for a desperate pull of air, I stared at her and licked my lips. “I do.”
“We already said that,” she argued between hard breaths.
“I do love you.” I leaned back to watch her ride me, keeping one finger in her ass before adding another. “I love you, wife.”
She smiled sweetly.
“I love you and will do anything to make you happy. To take care of you and make sure you are safe.”
“You do?” she asked, searing me with her bold gaze, so vulnerable and full of love as she rode me.
“I love you.” I’d repeat it forever.
“I love you, Rurik. And I am happy we are married. It was just sudden and not how I thought it might happen.”
“But it did.” I sat up and pulled her closer for a kiss. “And I will never regret the fact that you chose me to be your husband.”
She moaned as she neared her orgasm again.
This time, I caved and let her have it. Between my fingers in her tight, hot hole and my dick gloved by her slick pussy, she was pushed too far and couldn’t resist. She came, squeezing me as she creamed more. I groaned against her mouth, panting for air as my climax hit me too. Stuffing my dick up into her as she sat on me, I shot my cum into her and welcomed the unique bliss of fucking my wife and flooding her womb.