THIRTY-EIGHT
Jaxson
Standing on the stone steps in front of the courthouse, I wait impatiently for my bride to arrive. There’s no nerves, no second thoughts. Only an eagerness to make Madelyn my wife.
I wanted us to come to the courthouse together but Mads went off by herself yesterday and insisted on spending last night in her own room. I wanted her with me, but I respected her need to have some time to herself. I had a shift at the bar last night, so I haven’t laid eyes on her in over twenty-four hours. That’s too damn long to go without seeing my girl.
No one knows we’re here today.
Her family is probably going to be pissed, but this is what Madelyn wants.
Once I slid that ring onto her finger, I told her I didn’t care how we got married as long as we didn’t wait long. We fell in love when we were just kids, so our marriage has been years in the making. I made it clear she could have whatever she wanted whether it be a big fancy wedding, small intimate ceremony with only family and friends, a destination wedding...or something completely outrageous—whatever her heart desired.
She chose this. A civil ceremony, just the two of us. A special moment for us to commit to one another forever without an audience. A moment that’s only ours.
So much of Madelyn’s life lately has been put out there for the whole world to see. You can’t go through what she did in a small town like Blackwood and expect it to remain private.
Madelyn already had the big, fancy wedding with over a hundred guests. It wasn’t something she was interested in doing again. I’m inclined to agree, since “fancy” isn’t really my style. I think what she chose is perfect. Honestly, big weddings are more for family and friends than anything else. The actual ceremony is the only part of the whole thing that’s one hundred percent for the bride and groom.
Do I like keeping this a secret from her family? Hell no. But today isn’t about anyone but the two of us. We’ll tell them and deal with the backlash later.
Madelyn comes from the opposite direction from where I thought she would, only the click of heels against the stone alerting me to her presence behind me. I don’t turn around just yet. I want her to come to me. I need to know she’s with me completely.
She comes right to me, wrapping her arms around my waist and pressing her cheek against my back.
“Hey, beautiful,” I rasp.
“How do you know I look beautiful? I could be wearing a trash bag for all you know,” she teases.
We both agreed not to get all dressed up today, but I have a feeling I’m in for a surprise. Taking hold of her hands, I lift them from my abs and release one so I can turn around to see her.
“Doesn’t matter what you wear, baby. You’re always beautiful,” I say, intertwining her fingers with mine, I brush my thumb across her engagement ring as I slowly turn around.
Damn. I’m one lucky sonofabitch.
Madelyn looks incredibly gorgeous, as I knew she would.
In a simple white lace dress, she takes my breath away.
I gently tug her toward me, so we’re toe to toe.
My eyes roam her face, in complete awe of her beauty.
“You cut off your hair.”
Mads gives me a little shrug. “I needed a change.”
“Yeah?” I say, taking a curl between my fingers. I give it a playful tug and smile. “I like it.”
The happiness shining in her eyes does me in.
“You ready to marry me, Jaxson?” she asks, tilting her head to the side in that cute little way of hers.
“Been ready my whole damn life.”
Her hand still in mine, we walk up the rest of the steps and into the courthouse.
Eyes closed, head tilted back, Madelyn leans back on her arms, soaking up the afternoon sun.
“Mrs. Blackwood,” I whisper.
“Mmm. I love the way that sounds on your lips.”
Rolling her head to the side, her gorgeous green eyes open and she smiles.
I’ll never get tired of that smile.
“You know what else would sound good on my lips?” I tease.
“Once wasn’t enough?” Her eyes widen playfully. “How many times are you going to ravish me today, husband?”
Fuck. Hearing her call me her husband does things to me.
A deep groan rumbles out as I lean in, nipping at the column of her throat as I maneuver myself on top of her.
I’ve already had her once. We made it as far as my truck in the parking garage near the courthouse before I slipped her panties down her legs, pulled her onto my lap and slid inside her. The moment the judge pronounced us husband and wife, I was desperate for her. Now, we’re parked in the field behind our house, and after a picnic lunch in the bed of my truck, I want her again. I’ll never get enough of my wife’s body.
“Jax,” she whines. “We’re supposed to be going to my parents’ house so we can tell my family.”
Licking a path to her collar bone, I nip at her tender flesh, biting and sucking hard enough to leave a mark. I lick the spot to take away the sting, pressing a kiss to her shoulder before pulling my mouth away.
Teasing her, I brush my thumb across her nipple as I ask, “Are you sure that’s what you want? You want me to stop so we can go talk to your family?”
She groans, mumbling incoherently when I lean down, licking her hardening nipple through the fabric of her dress. I tease the other with my fingers, loving the way her body responds to my touch.
“What was that, baby? I couldn’t hear you.” I ask with a knowing smile.
“Tomorrow,” she says, grabbing a handful of my hair, using it to push my head back toward her breast. “We’ll tell them tomorrow.”
Chuckling, I shift so I can slide the straps of her dress down her shoulders. I need more access to her soft, supple breasts. I lick, nibble, suck, and tease until she’s whimpering and begging for more.
“This tattoo.” I run my tongue along the skin below the tattoo. I can’t wait until it heals so I can taste the words marking her flesh. “So fucking sexy. You need more ink, baby.”
“I need more of you, Jaxson.”
Refusing to deny her anything she wants, I sit back on my knees and pull her dress over her head. My wife lying naked and flushed in the bed of my truck is one of the sexiest fucking things I’ve ever seen.
I didn’t think I could get any harder, but the tightness in my jeans only serves to prove me wrong. As tempting as it is to free my cock and slide inside her tight body, there’s something I want even more.
Reaching behind me, I grip the collar of my shirt and tug it over my head. Madelyn’s eyes darken with hunger as they roam down my torso. I smirk, pulling her up against me before quickly flipping us over.
Her thick thighs straddle my chest. When she tries to move backward, I stop her. I love when she rides me, but that’s not exactly what I have in mind.
“Wrong way, baby.” I chuckle.
I wrap my hands around her thighs, grasp her ass tightly, and pull her toward my head.
“Get up here and ride my face.”
Madelyn doesn’t hesitate. Placing one knee on each side of my head, she positions her pussy above my mouth and leans forward, holding the roof of the truck for balance. With my arms around her ass, I draw her to my mouth and swipe my tongue through her folds, groaning when her tart, tangy flavor touches my taste buds.
There’s no slow, teasing buildup. The time for teasing has passed.
I want her to come, hard and fast, screaming my name for the whole world to hear.
Flattening my tongue, I lick and lap at her clit until she’s a writhing mess on top of me, grinding her pussy down against my mouth. Fuck, she’s so goddamn hot riding my face like this.
Reaching around, I slip two fingers inside and revel in the way she cries out when they hit that perfect little spot.
When her movements grow erratic, I know she’s getting close. Thrusting my fingers into her soaking wet pussy one more time, I slide them out and slowly move them toward her tight little asshole. She gasps, looking down at me, eyes half-lidded and unfocused.
Sinking the tip of one finger past the tight ring of muscle is all it takes.
Madelyn’s thighs clamp around my head like a vise as she comes all over my face.
She screams out as her body shakes and trembles, overwhelmed with the force of her climax.
When she starts coming down, I waste no time in flipping us over.
Giving her a minute to relax, I remove the rest of my clothes and kneel between her thighs. Wrapping my fist around my cock, I give it a long, hard stroke as I look down at my blissed-out wife.
So goddamn sexy.
Pressing the head of my dick at her slick entrance, I grin when she wraps her legs around my waist and rotates her hips, urging me on.
We both groan as I slide inside. She’s so warm, wet, and tight.
Holding onto her legs, I pull out of her, then slowly slip all the way back inside. Repeating the motion, over and over again, fucking her with precise, lazy strokes.
I want to take my time, drag this out. Make her come over and over again until she begs me to stop, but I’m wound too fucking tight.
Swiveling my hips, I release one leg and lean forward, planting my hand beside her head. Still sensitive from her orgasm, the new angle is all it takes to make her pussy flutter around me and send her spiraling. Madelyn’s entire body spasms. Her eyes glaze over as her pussy tightens around my cock. Her fingernails dig into my ass, surely leaving little crescent-shaped marks on my skin.
Lowering my head, I tug at her lower lip with my teeth, growling as I take her lips with mine. Tongue tangled with hers, we kiss until we’re both breathless. Pulling back, I look down at her. Those sparkling green eyes are wide and focused on me.
“Fuck,” I groan as I feel tingling start at the base of my spine. My balls tighten and I can hear the thrum of my blood as it pumps through my veins.
I pull out of her, thrusting back in hard . Repeating the motion again, then again as Madelyn throws her head back, crying out. It’s the look in her eyes that does me in. There’s nothing fucking sexier than my wife, lost in the throes of her pleasure.
Burying my face in her neck, I groan as I sink my dick inside her one last time, filling her with every drop of my release.
Wrapping my arms around her, I draw her close to me and roll us over. She tucks her head in the crook of my neck, pressing a kiss against my Adam’s apple, and I smile.
This is exactly where she was meant to be, and she was always meant to be mine.