Chapter Twenty-One #3
Scarlett grabbed Brayden by his suit jacket and pulled his face to hers, tasting the tequila on his tongue. As they kissed, she ran her hands over his hard stomach, raking her nails against the fabric of his shirt. His breathing grew heavier as her tongue moved against his.
He broke the kiss. “This is getting me too riled up. If we do any more of that, I’ll either have to hide in the bathroom till I calm down or call us a cab.”
Scarlett bit her lip. All self-restraint had officially left the building, and she was enjoying being tipsy.
It was similar to happiness but more distant.
It almost made her forget her worries and their fight.
She’d probably pay for it all in the morning, but for now, she loved him, she’d married him, and he was looking at her with such hunger.
“I need to tell you something.”
“What?”
She whispered in his ear. “I can’t wait to consummate our marriage.” Then she licked the side of his neck.
Groaning, Brayden pulled her closer, leaning down to nibble her ear. “Are you ready to go? I definitely am.”
Scarlett laughed, her heart lighter than it had been for as long as she could remember.
The moment they were alone in Brayden’s room, he pressed his body flush against hers and kissed her, her back up against the bedroom door he’d just shut.
Scarlett unzipped his pants, delighting in the heavy breath he let out when her hand touched his soft skin. He hoisted her into his arms. Her legs wrapped around him as he carried her to the closest surface.
Brayden set her on his desk. She pulled her dress over her head, dropping it onto a chair, and Brayden tore off her panties before stepping out of his own underwear.
“Wait,” she said as he came closer.
He froze, the only sound in the room coming from the crackling fire.
She grabbed him by the neck, pulling his forehead to hers. “Never use the word ‘regret’ when you talk about being with me. Never again. Got it?”
He stared at her. “Got it. And you—promise you’ll let me keep you safe. Can you do that?” he asked in a throaty voice, his eyes blazing with want and a little bit of anger.
“I promise.” Fate might pull them apart regardless of what she wanted, but she’d let him protect her, as long as it was up to her.
Scarlett’s thighs parted, and Brayden stepped into them. He slid a finger inside of her, hooking it into the wall of her pussy. She pushed into it, needing more friction.
“I want you. Right now.” Pushing his hand away, she reached down and grasped his cock, guiding him inside.
He slid in. “Fuck, Scarlett,” he groaned in her ear.
Scarlett sat on the edge of his desk and pulled him closer until he was deep within her.
He moved slowly. The edginess she’d been keeping at bay all day was finally gone now that she had his fullness inside of her, and she didn’t want slow.
She pulled him even closer and kissed him, biting his lip.
His breathing was jagged. He was still wearing his dress shirt, and she yanked at the fabric, wanting him as close to her as possible.
“More,” whispered Scarlett. “Show me how much you want me.”
“Don’t be in such a rush. Let me touch you first.”
He somehow unhooked her bra single-handedly. She pulled it off, and he flung it aside, exposing her breasts as he continued his torturous slow pace. He cupped them both, running his thumbs over her nipples, and she moaned.
“That’s right.” He pushed her down onto her back, licked his thumb, and circled her clit as she writhed under him.
An orgasm crested through her seconds later, and her vision went momentarily black as she became a trembling mess on the desk. When she opened her eyes, he was staring down at her.
“Good girl. You still want more?”
“Yes.”
He planted his palms on either side of her as she lay with her back on the desk. Scarlett hooked her legs around him, and he thrust into her hard.
“That’s what I want,” she said breathily.
He slammed into her again and again, and the sheer bliss of it—she felt like she was glowing even as the edge of the desk dug into her back.
He bent over her, and she licked his neck like she had at the bar, loving the taste of his skin and biting his ear as she dragged her nails down his back. His whole body tensed as he spilled himself, and as he rocked into her, she loved knowing part of him would linger inside.
Brayden stared down at her, his expression unreadable as he hovered above her, their bodies still connected. Scarlett reached for him, pulling the nape of his neck and guiding him toward her breast.
Eyes closed, he circled her nipple with his tongue, making her gasp. Inside her, his cock throbbed and hardened again.
Scarlett let out a breathy little moan. “Take me to bed.”
He lifted her off the desk and sat upright at the foot of his bed, with her on his lap. She unbuttoned his shirt, and he pulled it off, casting it to the ground.
They were both totally naked as Scarlett got on her knees, wrapped her arms around Brayden’s neck, and slid onto his hot cock as he thrust into her.
She bounced on him, sliding him in and out of her, loving the control over their speed, and Brayden’s grip on her tightened, driving Scarlett down even harder.
The need for him—she had to finish again.
She stared down at him, his corded muscles gleaming and constricting underneath her in the dim firelight.
The sight of him under her… Scarlett rocked against him, desperate for the pleasure that built more and more with every thrust.
“I’m so close,” she panted.
He leaned back, bracing himself against the bed with one hand and grabbing on to her with the other, filling her even deeper as she continued to ride him.
“Oh fuck.” She ground her clit into him shamelessly. Then her pussy clenched around him as a wave of endorphins flooded through her.
Scarlett hugged Brayden tight. I’m so lucky he’s mine.
They fell together onto the bed.
Scarlett leaned over him as he continued pushing into her pliant body. “Come for me,” she panted out, dizzy as she breathed in his familiar scent of cedar mixed with clean sweat.
He grabbed her arse, impaling her with his hard-on. Several deep thrusts later, he tensed as he came in her again.
They lay there panting for minutes. Scarlett closed her eyes, letting bliss overcome her.
Some minutes later, she raised herself off his chest. Brayden stared up at her, reverent.
“You make me feel…” he whispered. “I just came in you twice, and it wasn’t enough.” He sounded almost upset.
She ran her fingertips over his chest hair, smiling softly. “I’m glad, especially since we just got married. If you didn’t want more, our marriage would probably fail.” She meant it jokingly, but the words came out sounding more serious than intended.
Brayden’s stare was intense. “I’ll always want more of you.” He held up his left hand, where the gold band glistened in the dim light. “I want this forever. Don’t ever leave me.”
“I won’t leave you,” she whispered, all traces of humor gone from her voice.