13. Sadie
Thirteen
Sadie
F ive months later
I stretch out on my chaise longue, luxuriating in the warm tropical air and the scent of the ocean. Waves crash against the nearby shore, and tropical music plays quietly from a nearby hidden speaker. The dried leaves of the sun umbrella rustle softly in the sweet breeze, and I inhale deeply.
But the waves, the sand, the palm trees poking up into the sky—they’re not the best things about this view. The absolute best thing is sitting to my left, wearing nothing but a pair of black swim trunks, sunglasses, and his wedding ring.
Shane. My husband.
My stomach still flips happily every time I think about it. Four months ago, Shane proposed with the most beautiful diamond ring I’ve ever seen in my life. Four days ago, we said our vows in front of our families and friends. Four hours ago, he made me scream his name as he fucked me so hard and so deep that I made a massive mess on the shower floor.
Turns out, I’m quite the squirter if the angle’s right. Yet another thing my sexy Daddy has taught me.
The past few months have felt like a fairy tale. Actually being with Shane, the man of my dreams, getting engaged, moving in together. I was Lilah’s maid of honor last month when she married Kincaid, and she was mine four days ago. I think she’s still a little weirded out that I’m with her dad, but it hasn’t hurt our friendship, thankfully.
I turn my head to gaze at my husband, drinking in his gorgeously muscled body. I trace my gaze over his broad shoulders, down to his abs and the trail of dark hair arrowing down into his swim trunks. I can’t believe he’s mine. I can’t believe I’m his. I’m going to give myself bruises from how much I’ve been pinching myself.
Shane takes his sunglasses off, smirking at me because he’s caught me staring. His gorgeous brown eyes meet mine, little lines fanning out around them as a slow, sexy smile spreads across his face.
“You’re staring, wife,” he says, and despite the warm air, I shiver. I don’t know that I’ll ever get used to that. I’m Shane’s wife. I’m Sadie Ferguson. I’m Mrs. Ferguson.
Cue internal squealing.
“I am, husband. I can’t seem to help it.”
“I know what you mean.” He rubs a hand over his mouth, his eyes raking down my body. “That bikini is driving me fucking insane, Sadie girl.”
I make a show of glancing down at my skimpy black string bikini. The little triangles barely contain my boobs, and the bottom is a thong, leaving my ass on display. I bought it specifically to torture my husband, knowing I’ll love the consequences of taunting him. “What, this?” I ask, adjusting the cups so that even more cleavage is on display.
“Come here,” he orders huskily, and I lick my lips as I stand from my chaise and walk over to his.
“Yes, Daddy,” I breathe, and he growls as he pulls me down into his lap so that I’m straddling him. I can feel his hard cock pressing against my barely covered pussy, and I shift against him, making him groan.
“I can’t decide if I love or hate this thing,” he says, toying with the strap at my hip. “I want to punch every single guy who looks at you almost as badly as I want to rip it off of you.”
“Maybe you should. I’m your wife now. It’s your right to have me whenever and however you want.”
His eyes glitter darkly, and he palms my ass, pulling me against him. We’ve played around with free use fantasies before, and it’s definitely something I want to do again. There was one deliciously dirty weekend in recent history that had me sore for days after he had me as many times as he could. We barely remembered to eat and drink.
See? Total pleasure rats.
He weaves his fingers with mine, the light glinting off of his simple gold band, and I love the visual reminder that as much as I’m his, he’s mine. Forever. I trace my fingers over the gold band, savoring the feel of it while replaying the moment I slipped it on his finger and promised to love him forever.
Clearly, Shane’s thoughts have wandered down the same path, because he kisses my neck and then whispers, “I love seeing my ring on your finger. Knowing you’re mine. My beautiful, sexy little wife who I can have whenever I want.”
I look down at my diamond-encrusted band, custom-made to go with my engagement ring. “I love being yours, Shane.” I kiss him, a sweet brush of my lips against his. “My husband.” I kiss him again, savoring the feel of his soft lips against mine, the scrape of his stubble against my skin.
He nuzzles my neck, his voice dropping even lower and taking on that husky tone that promises pleasure. “I fucking love it when you call me husband. Christ, the things it makes me want to do to you.”
I gasp softly as his teeth graze my earlobe. “Like what, husband?”
He growls softly. “Things like put my baby in your little belly, Sadie girl.”
We’ve been playing with fire for a couple of months now. I’m not on birth control, and Shane pulls out during my fertile window. So far, I’m not pregnant, but that’s something we both want to change. I don’t care that I have a year left to go before graduation. I know that with Shane, we can make anything work.
I gasp, clinging to his muscular shoulders as fire spreads through me. “Oh, God. Shane. Yes, Daddy.”
He chuckles darkly. “My sweet, beautiful wife.” He slips a hand between my legs, teasing my swollen clit through the thin fabric of my bikini bottoms. I’m already soaked. Because of course I am. When am I not while sitting in my husband’s lap?
I whimper and rock into his touch, and he sighs and takes his hand away.
“Let’s go back to the suite before I do something completely indecent, like fuck you right here on this beach.”
I slide off his lap and send him a sassy look over my shoulder. “If you want to put a baby in me, you’ll have to catch me first.” I take off down the beach, sand spraying up under my feet.
I hear my husband laugh from somewhere behind me, and I shriek with laughter when his strong arm bands around my waist not even twenty seconds later.
“Mine,” he whispers against my ear, and I turn and capture his mouth in a kiss.
“Always.”
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