Chapter Seven
Amelia
This is not how I imagined spending my wedding night.
Heck, a week ago…or even two days ago, I couldn’t imagine having a wedding night at all, and yet here I am, dressed in a see-through white nightgown, waiting for my husband to come out of the shower so we can consummate our marriage.
Husband.
The word still gives me shivers, and yet that’s what the public official said when he asked me to make my vows to Hawk. My husband. A man whose legal name I only learned a few days ago. Of course, I’ve had endless fantasies about my hot neighbor, but…marriage?
Christ, what am I even doing?
Instead of thinking about sex, I should be practicing.
The audition for the first-chair spot is happening tomorrow morning.
An audition for a position I’ve looked forward to my entire life, and instead of preparing for it, I’m sitting here waiting to consummate a fake marriage.
Well, very much real in the eyes of the law, but still…
Too nervous to sit, I jump to my feet and start pacing. A part of me almost wishes Wren were around for the night so I could play for her, but the ladies from Hawk’s MC took her for the night so we could have the night to ourselves.
That’s the other thing. Hawk belonging to a motorcycle club is one thing, but to learn that it’s the Rebels…Christ, that group is trouble. They’re so often on the news for one crime or the other, but Hawk called them his family.
Well, if Hawk trusts them, then I’m sure Wren is safe with them.
Still, I can’t help gnawing my lip as I worry if she’s getting proper sleep without me there to play for her.
Will the recordings I made be enough? I wonder if I should call the number Jade, the Rebels’ president’s wife, gave me and play something through the phone.
“Relax, Amelia. Wren is fine,” I mutter. I met some of the ladies who will be taking care of her for the night. They seemed nice and Wren looked comfortable around them, but I can’t help but feel a tad worried for her. She’s mine now. A precious gift I get from being married to Hawk.
The sound of the water shutting off sends my heart racing once more, and I laugh at how ridiculous all this is. I’ve already had sex with Hawk, multiple times. The thought of doing it now that we’re married shouldn’t make me nervous, but it does.
And when the bathroom door opens and Hawk steps out naked…
my breath hitches. Sure, there’s a towel wrapped around his waist, but it does nothing to conceal the outline of his cock and those powerful thighs, or the sculpted planes of his chest and the wild range of tattoos there.
Or those wet, broad shoulders and the muscles that ripple when he moves.
I stand next to the bed, completely speechless as I take in the way water clings to his dark, tousled hair, each droplet catching the light and shimmering like scattered diamonds.
He runs a hand through it and water drips down his forehead, tracing the lines of his strong brows and the sharp angles of his cheekbones.
“Baby?”
I look up, swallowing when I read the intensity in those ice-blue eyes. He’s been thinking about this too, and if he wasn’t, then I can tell he is now as he runs his eyes over what I’m wearing.
“Oh…um, one of the club ladies gave this to me as a wedding gift and told me my husband would love it,” I say, flushing when the word husband slips out of my mouth.
“He does,” he says, taking a step forward even as I take one back. “Very much. You look so beautiful, angel.”
I flush, my heart racing as it always does when he speaks. “And you look…” Strong. Handsome. Rugged. Breathtaking. Striking. I can’t decide which word to use, so I settle on the one that feels right. “Delicious.”
He stops, staring at me for a second before he throws his head back with a laugh that warms my heart. “Well, no one’s ever said that to me.” Which in itself should be a crime. Someone who looks as scrumptious as him deserves to know it.
“So…do we talk first?” I ask, trying to slide my hands into my pockets before I realize I don’t have any.
“You’re nervous.”
“W-what? Of course not. Why would I be nervous? We’ve already had sex before. I just thought we’d talk first. You know, there’s so much ground we need to cover about this marriage business, since we’re both new to it and everything.”
“You are nervous,” he says with a wicked grin that sends a rush of wetness to my sex. “Why are you nervous?”
“I’m not.”
I swallow hard when he crosses the distance between us and reaches out to trace his fingertips over my hair and to my neck. I hiss as heat spreads to my tummy and sex like a firestorm.
“I’m going to make love to you, angel,” he rasps, sliding his other hand around my waist and pulling me flush against him. “I promise to make our first night as a married couple memorable for you.”
I bring my trembling hands to his wet chest and slick them up and down his muscles. “For us,” I whisper, sliding a hand up and around his shoulders. “It’s your wedding night too.”
“Damn right,” he growls, gently pushing down onto the bed. “Which means I get to treat myself to the taste of you.”
“What?”
There’s a wicked grin on his face when he kneels beside the bed and nudges my legs apart.
I find it odd that despite being on his knees, he still looks very much in control.
Heck, he looks like a whole Viking with those damp shoulders rippling beautifully with power and that face…
those icy blue eyes burning with desire.
Commanding my attention in ways nothing ever has before.
“I must have saved an entire nation in my previous life for the universe to gift you to me, angel,” he says, pushing my dress up my thighs and urging my legs up so my heels are on the edge of the bed, exposing my naked sex to him.
“And now I get to touch and kiss you like this because you’re mine.
On paper and in reality.” He leans down and kisses my naked thigh, leaving me speechless with his touch and words.
I love him.
I must be the only bride in the entire world who’s afraid of confessing her love to her husband on the off chance that he doesn’t feel the same way. The affection he has for me…I’m not sure it’s love.
Attraction, most definitely. The chemistry between us has always been there, but the reason behind our marriage points to the strongest emotion being gratitude.
I don’t need his gratitude.
Just his love.
So for tonight, I’ll assume he loves me.
As he touches me the way a man touches a wife, I allow myself to believe that it’s because he’s as deeply in love with me as I am with him.
And since I’m afraid to say the words out loud and make the moment awkward, I settle on something different but close enough to a love confession.
“You’re mine too,” I tell him.
“Just yours, baby.” His breath caresses the inside of my thighs in the most tantalizing of feelings.
When he kisses my skin, my sex contracts in anticipation of those lips on me.
“I’m going to lick your tight little pussy and get you all wet and ready for me.
” My fingers clutch the sheets as his lips move up, slowly teasing me.
“Hmm, you smell so good, baby,” he grinds out, inhaling deeply against the side of my thigh and nuzzling my skin.
He moves to kiss the other thigh, completely ignoring my sex and the ache his teasing is bringing.
“I could spend a lifetime buried between your legs, losing myself to the sweet smell of your pussy.”
“Hawk…touch me, please.”
“What’s the rush?” He chuckles, nipping gently at my skin with his teeth. “We have all night.”
Surely he doesn’t intend to do this all night? I don’t think I’ll survive another five minutes of this, let alone all night. “Please,” I whine, jolting when he slides his thumb between my sodden folds, crying out when the digit grazes my clit. “Oh God!”
“You like that?” he rasps against my skin, rubbing his thumb in slow, torturous circles that cause my sex to burn with need.
But it’s nothing like the heat that spreads through to my toes when he leans in and licks me.
Long and deep. Dragging his tongue over the wet valley of my sex as his thumb stays on my clit.
“Fuuuck, how do you always taste better every time?” he growls before dipping his tongue between my feminine lips and giving me so much pleasure it borders on pain.
“Oh God! Oh…Hawk,” I pant, writhing helplessly on the bed, causing him to grab my hips and keep me in place.
It’s torture. Agonizing. The way he touches me, his breath heavy against me as he laps at my sex like a feral animal, teasing my clit until I’m sobbing for release.
Every inch of my body is trembling when I feel the press of his thick digit on my opening, teasing the spot for a moment before thrusting in, and I orgasm on the spot.
A burst of pleasure spreads through my body, causing my back to arch off the bed and drawing a strangled cry out of me.
He pulls me back down. “Again,” he growls as he starts thrusting his thick digit faster, in and out of my sensitive sex.
I’m sobbing when he finds the pleasure point inside of me and teases it unforgivably.
Soon, the room is filled with my moans and the wet, obscene sound of his finger thrusting fervently in and out of me.
“Yes…yes, Hawk. Oh God!” I sob as I feel yet another orgasm threatening to tear through me, so close that my thighs begin to tremble and I brace for it, and then Hawk pushes up and closes his mouth hotly around my clit and suckles the bud softly…
sending me right off the edge with a scream.
I thrash on the bed as the orgasm sends shock waves through my system and stars dancing behind my eyes.
My sex contracts and releases around his finger rhythmically, the pleasure too much to bear.
I feel dampness trickling down my thighs.