Chapter Five
Zoe gasped and stumbled a bit on her high heels as she entered the cabin. Scars was right behind her, he was all over her, he barely got the door closed before he was lifting her wedding dress, running his hands over her thighs.
Without a word, with hardly a thought, Zoe turned and reached for Scars’ zipper, tugging it down. She was breathing fast and hard, her whole body drenched with desire for him. She pulled his dress pants and boxers off, threw them on the living room floor, the living room where that morning she’d looked in the mirror and seen herself as she now knew Scars did.
He groaned as her fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking up and down, feeling his incredible length and hardness. He slumped back against the wall, fumbling with the fancy tiny buttons on his crisp white shirt; with a curse, he ripped it open and off, flung it on the floor, scattering the goddamn buttons everywhere.
“Oh, my,” Zoe purred, her eyes devouring her husband’s muscular, tattooed chest, her hand moving faster now. “ That’s quite a sight.”
“Zoe . ” His voice was a warning growl.
“Yes, Scars?”
“Stop teasing me, baby.”
“But why?” She lowered herself to the floor as gracefully as she could in this crazy-expensive tight dress, held his sky-blue eyes. “I love teasing you… and now we have an entire lifetime together for me to do it.”
His hips came right off the wall as his wife’s sweet, hot lips closed over his cock. Scars watched as his length disappeared into her mouth and he held her head, trying to fight the rising wave of climax. She slid down and back up, swirling her tongue around him at the tip and the base, and Scars jerked under her. She loved having this strong man totally under her control, and she sucked harder, knowing what he liked.
Scars couldn’t stop himself now and he began to raise and lower his hips, silently begging for her to take his thrusts into her mouth. She moaned in response, loving his need, and he felt his whole body respond to that small sound.
Oh, fuck… I’m gonna come. Not like this – I want to be inside her .
“I need you, Zoe,” he panted. “I want to make love to my wife, for the first time. Please.”
She licked his length, pulling back slowly, releasing him inch by inch, and he almost lost it.
“Zoe…”
“Yes, Scars?”
“Enough teasing. Come here.”
Eagerly, she stood and he took her in his arms. He kissed her, almost savagely, and she felt her pussy open up, heat up, slick up, with anticipation.
His hands skimmed the front of her tight bodice and he smiled when her nipples hardened. His large hands moved to her back, slowly undoing the maddening little hooks, fighting for calm; he’d been fine with ripping his shirt to hell, but no way he was destroying her wedding dress. When he undid the seemingly-endless row of delicate hooks, he pushed the top of the dress down and off her beautiful shoulders.
Scars lifted her full breasts, savoring their weight, pushing them together. His mouth moved back and forth, licking and sucking her hard peaks. Her shuddering drove him on – he loved knowing that his touch did this to her.
Zoe arched her back, offering herself to his mouth and hands. His hands held her steady as her legs shook under her. Her desire was immediate and huge, no hiding it. She needed him to chase away the fear and darkness of Wolf leaving, all the ugliness that seemed to be swirling around them all. She needed him to make her feel alive and good.
Scars groaned as her fingers roamed over his shoulders and chest, then down his broad back, her hands stroking down his body, down his abs, then lower and lower again. She pressed against his erection with her open palm and he kissed her almost savagely, not interested in playing or teasing anymore.
“Into our wedding bed, baby.” He picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist. “ Now .”
She gasped and nodded, her pussy opening wide at his words. God, just the thought of him being inside her soaked her completely. The area between her legs felt hot and uncomfortable; she needed to be naked with him, and right away. She couldn’t wait, and when he carried her down the hallway to the master bedroom, kissing and caressing her the whole way, she was grateful that her knees didn’t have to hold her weight, because she’d go crashing down onto her face, for damn sure.
In the bedroom, he set her back on trembling legs, and undressed her slowly, his hands running over her skin as he unwrapped her, revealed her. He knelt down and removed her sexy-as-hell high heels, her silk stockings, the scrap of lace barely covering her pussy, slipped the exquisite white-and-gold gown down her curved hips, her shapely legs, and over her painted toes. He stood again now, cupping her sex, and she gave a cry and pressed against his large hand. He felt her arousal pooling in his palm, and he started to rub her clit gently, watching her face for her reaction.
Zoe tipped her head back and met his blazing gaze, amazed that this man – this huge, strong, tender, amazing man – was her husband. He was hers, and she was his, and nothing had ever felt more right to her. She’d known that very first night that they’d met at Satan’s that he was a good man, a man who she was safe with – and now she and her daughter were going to be cherished and protected by him forever.
“I love you,” she whispered, almost overwhelmed by a wave of emotion. “I love you so much.”
“I love you too, Zoe Innis.” He grinned at her. “I still can’t believe that you took my name, baby.”
“I take it with pride,” she said quietly. “And so will Keira – she’ll be Parish-Innis, of course, to honor Hailey.”
“As it should be.” He ran his rough fingers through her wild curls, loving how they tumbled down her back. “Now… I want to take you as my wife for the first time.”
Zoe barely had time to really grasp his words before he sat down on the edge of the bed, pulled her onto him. He spread her legs, rested her across his massive thighs, her feet on the floor. Her hot centre pushed down on his hardness and they both groaned.
“You want me, Zoe?” he whispered in her ear.
“ Yes. ” She gasped as he guided his cock to her wet entrance and dipped into her before pulling out again. “ God , yes.”
“I want you to come on my cock, baby.” He pushed into her again, a bit farther this time, before withdrawing. “I want you to come hard.”
She gripped his hips, trying to pull him inside her, but he held back.
“Promise me you’ll come hard for me, Zoe.” He placed the throbbing tip inside her, then stopped. “Say it.”
“Scars.” Her voice was hot and breathless. “I’m going to come for you. Hard.”
“Let’s see it, baby.”
He pulled back and then in one thrust, he filled her. He pushed deeper, then deeper still. She gave a cry and wrapped her whole body around him; she was clinging to him, tight and wet and begging. Scars gripped her ass and threw his head back, his eyes closed tight at the feeling of being sheathed fully in that clutching, pulsing heat. He shook with the effort not to come right away, but it was damn difficult.
Zoe felt his hard length nudging deep inside her. She was completely filled by him, her aching pussy stretched and pulled over every inch of his cock. She buried her face in his chest, held onto his shoulders. His hands on her ass and lower back were demanding now, and she began to roll her hips, alternating slow circles and deep plunges, working his body with her own, relishing having this man quivering under her. His breath was hot, hoarse, and his thrusts were rough and urgent. She moved on him again and again, loving how it felt to have this strong man completely under her power, at her mercy. She watched his face as his rapture grew, amazed at how much it turned her on to pleasure him. Zoe felt his arm and back muscles tense and release with his crazed desire to come and his wordless need ignited her own.
Scars slid his hands under her ass, lifted her against him, angling his hips to reach as far into her as possible. She threw her head back and he ran his tongue down the length of her throat. She gripped his broad shoulders and moaned, long and loud.
“Scars,” she whispered.
His eyes opened and met hers. He stared at her gorgeous face, her cheeks flushed, her mouth swollen and luscious. She held his eyes as her orgasm started to build, and she met Scars thrust for thrust, reaching for that release that was so close… just a bit more.
A bit more. A bit harder. Oh, God, harder …
As if her thoughts had set him off, he gave a long moan and thrust so hard, the force of it pushed her up and off his thighs – her feet left the floor. He lengthened inside her, pushed her sweet spot and her orgasm tore through her. His name fell from her lips over and over again as she came, her pussy tightening and relaxing on him.
The clenching on his cock sent his whole body into overdrive, and he heard himself call her name as he released inside her, tensing and flexing, pushing into her tight channel. His whole body strained, shuddered, then collapsed. They clutched each other, crying out and shaking, their hot bodies still straining and reaching, wanting the feelings to go on and on. They collapsed on one another, panting, heartbeats thundering.
Zoe kissed him, exhausted and sated. He ran his tongue over her mouth, probing, and she opened to him. They kissed again, deeply, slowly. Tasting each other; teasing each other.
Holding her as close as possible, Scars tried to slow down his breathing, his whole body still tense from his orgasm. When he was able to speak again, Scars pulled back and ran his hands through her tangled hair. “You OK there, Mrs. Innis?”
“Yep.” She kissed him softly, ran her tongue along his lower lip. “Better than OK, actually. I’m really good.”
“You sure are, baby.” Scars kissed her again, deeper and harder, and she moaned. He chuckled. “When you make that sound, I just want to make love to you all over again.”
“That sounds good to me,” she murmured. “After all, this is our honeymoon.”
“True.” He leaned back a bit to see his wife’s beautiful face, marvelling yet again that this woman wanted to spend the rest of her life with him . “What do people do on their honeymoons besides stay in the bedroom and have wild sex, anyway?”
“Ummmm.” Zoe blinked at him, all wide-eyed and innocent. “Have wild sex in the shower? In front of the fire? Uh – in the kitchen?”
With one strong movement, Scars picked her up again, still inside her, lengthening and hardening already. She squealed and clutched at his shoulders as he spun and headed out of the bedroom.
“So, where to first, baby?” he said. “Bathroom, living room, or kitchen?”
“The living room with that huge sofa and the fire, definitely,” she breathed. “Get me all hot and sweaty so that I need a shower. Then to the bathroom, where you’ll make me so ravenous and hungry, that we then have to move things to the kitchen.”
“I do love a woman with a plan,” Scars said, depositing a small, soft kiss on her sweet lips. “ Especially when that plan involves you being utterly, totally, gloriously naked all weekend, and with me inside of you in every single room.”
**
Keira yawned, clutched her pink rabbit, nestled down deeper in Elle Turner’s arms, then closed her eyes. She’d been fighting the exhaustion for almost an hour, insisting that she wanted to keep dancing, but she’d finally lost the battle.
Elle looked over the nodding blonde head at Viking Callahan, who set down his glass of water and loped across the still-packed dance floor to where they were sitting. She watched his massive six-foot-seven frame approach, and as always, she took a second to appreciate the man’s considerable charms. He was aptly named, and he definitely looked like a warrior of old, with his wild red beard and massive upper body. Even in a pair of dress pants and a dress shirt, he looked dangerous and primal – and all of that totally worked for Elle.
“So,” he said, his brown eyes warm and gentle as he stroked the little girl’s hair. “I guess we’re heading home?”
“We sure are,” Elle agreed, handing Keira into Viking’s waiting arms, careful not to dislodge Peach, the beloved stuffed toy. “She’s done in. I am too, come to that.”
He shifted Keira easily, holding her weight on one corded forearm, extended his other hand to Elle and pulled her off her chair in one strong movement. He kept pulling until she was pressed right up against his chest, her delicate frame made even smaller against his strength and muscle. They gazed at each other, breathless and bright-eyed, loving the heat that rose between them, even fully-clothed and with just a look.
“So you’re tired, baby?” he murmured, his breath ruffling her black hair. “Home and straight to sleep?”
“Well,” Elle said, her purple eyes dancing. “I was tired…”
“And now?” Viking asked, taking her hand and leading her to the restaurant exit. “Not so much?”
“Not so much at all .”
They smiled at each other, then turned their attention to making the rounds and saying goodbye. Scars and Zoe had gone to start their honeymoon well over two hours before, and Wolf had melted away right after, but the rest of the guests were still going strong.
Neither Viking nor Elle minded leaving a bit early, though. When Zoe had asked Jo and Elle if one of them would be OK with taking Keira for the wedding weekend, both women had jumped at the chance, then argued good-naturedly about it until Jo backed down. The deal struck was that Jo would take Keira next time – surely her parents would want a night to themselves at some point.
Jolene Angeles spotted Elle and Viking now, shot over to say goodnight. She gave Keira’s tiny hand a gentle squeeze, settled the bunny more securely in Keira’s grip, then hugged Elle.
“Have fun with her this weekend,” Jo said, her husky voice dark and sexy. “I bet she gets you guys up at six tomorrow morning!”
“No problem,” Elle said. “That’s still more than an hour longer than I woke up for damn years .”
“That is a fact,” Viking agreed, a part of him still stunned that she was able to talk in a bit of a joking way about her time in Gideon’s cult, at The Garden of Divine Light, over in Utah. Viking was actually reaching the point that he was tempted to just wipe that whole state off the goddamn map: between the cult, and Crusher Alcott, and now Wolf going over there alone, Viking was good and done with the whole place. “You’re still getting used to sleeping in, huh?”
“For sure.” Elle nodded. “Not that I get to do it that much, running the kitchen at Satan’s… and considering how much everyone wants fresh-baked muffins when they arrive at the Garage and Blue Dragon for their morning shifts. Means I get there pretty early.”
“Now that is the truth.” Silver Bennett wandered over to stand next to Jo, his eyes a clear, flashing silver in the dim light. “I’ve put on about ten pounds in the past few months, just from your carb bombs, Elle, but I can’t resist your caramel muffins. I might need to double-down on my karate training to get back in shape.”
“Indeed,” Jo said, giving him a playful tap on his gorgeous ass. “And I dream about your home-baked brown bread, Elle… God , the smell is amazing. I swear I can smell it over in the accounting office, all the way across the parking lot.”
Keira opened her eyes, turned in Viking’s arms, and gave a small sigh before subsiding back into sleep. The adults looked at her fondly, then quickly said goodbye, Elle promising Jo that Keira was definitely staying with her and Silver next time.
Elle trailed behind Viking as they walked out of the reception area, taking her time in getting a final look at the spectacular mountain sky: it stretched on forever, just miles and miles of bright stars surrounding a pink-tinged moon. The view in Denver was gorgeous, of course, but up here at Open Skies, it was something else, something almost ethereal in its beauty. She was in love with it, actually, and wondered how Viking would feel about leaving Denver proper, finding a small house in the heart of the Rockies, and living under this inky sky full of sparkling white jewels.
Well, that was a conversation for another time, she knew. Right now, Elle just wanted to get Keira home, safe and warm in the guest room with Peach, and crawl into bed with her man, her Viking. Being in bed with him – whether sleeping in the crook of his arm, or doing everything imaginable except sleeping – was her absolutely favorite place on earth.
Though if she were being totally honest, as she took one last look at the rosy moon before sliding into the car (Viking’s motorcycle not being an appropriate mode of transportation that night) she had to admit that Open Skies was a pretty damn close second.