Chapter 2
2
Mia
“So you’re telling me that if I want the space for a birthday party it’ll be three thousand, but if I need it for a wedding, it’s five thousand. That’s extortion! How can you-”
I sputtered to a stop as my phone disappeared from my hand and a warm arm wrapped around my waist.
“If you have availability for the date, please book it. Yes, I’ll send the deposit. Thank you. Bye.”
I dropped my head back against Oscar’s shoulder as he ended the phone call and buried his face in my neck.
“Can we just go to town hall tomorrow to get a marriage license and call it done?” I asked hopefully. He bit lightly on my collar bone in response and a shiver of need passed through me.
“Not a chance. You deserve the big white wedding, and can you really tell me you want to deprive Luca of the chance to walk you down the aisle?”
My brother would love the opportunity to avoid having the attention of so many people on him. Despite being an Olympic swimmer, and even bigger than Oscar’s six foot four, he was an expert at fading into the background and avoiding human contact.
Unfortunately, I knew that the wedding was an exception to the rule, and Luca couldn’t wait to do the honors.
I sighed.
“Fine. But I don’t need the big wedding. I just need you.”
A knock at the window caught our attention, and Oscar’s grip tightened around me as we noticed a large black crow looking inside.
“It followed us,” he hissed, subtly maneuvering me in between himself and the window.
“Nice to know you’d sacrifice me,” I snarked, but couldn’t keep the laugh out of my voice.
I was marrying a man who was terrified of birds, thanks to a prank his sisters pulled on him when they were young. Most days it seemed ridiculous and provided me with endless entertainment watching him duck and run at any hint of bird activity. But even I had to admit that the crow on campus may have had it out for him.
Luckily, that concern was behind us now that we’d moved into a small apartment together.
“I don’t think it’s the same crow, though.”
Oscar hummed in disagreement.
Time for a distraction.
I turned in his arms, reaching up to pull his face down toward mine. He came willingly, but his eyes strained to stay on the bird.
“You can stress about your archnemesis, or you can get me naked, Caveman. What will it be?”
“Naked.” The answer was quick, but he still edged us out of the room before sweeping me up into his big arms. I wrapped my legs around his waist, throwing my head back to give him access as he ran his lips over my throat.
“Mmm, you taste so good.”
“Watch where you’re—Ah!” I squealed, laughter pealing out of me as Oscar walked us into the bedroom door frame and stumbled over his sneakers. With a ridiculous level of athleticism, he caught his balance without dropping me and crossed to our bed without further incident.
“Strip,” he grunted, whipping his shirt over his head and working the laces on his shorts.
“Wow, you put a ring on it and suddenly all the romance is gone.”
He paused, his face creasing in concern until he saw my teasing grin.
“I’ll have you know, I’m romantic as fuck.”
“Of course you are, boo. Now come over here and stick it to me.”
He hesitated for a moment, torn between jumping me and reaffirming his romantic abilities. The truth was that he was a huge romantic at heart. I loved the ways he showed me I mattered, and that the traumatized person I had been didn’t overshadow the healing person I’d grown into.
None of that meant that I wouldn’t play with him every chance I got.
I slipped my shirt over my head then wriggled out of my jeans, pausing as my eyes snagged on the beautiful ring that sat on my left hand. A beautiful, ethically sourced round ruby surrounded by diamond chips winked out at me from a yellow gold band. Oscar had chosen perfectly, and the pride on his face when he had presented it to me was a memory I’d cherish for years.
His warm hand wrapped around my ankle, shaking me from my thoughts as he tugged me down the bed.
“What are you thinking about?” he asked, his grin saying he knew exactly what had caught my attention. I sat up, coming face to face with his erection. It bobbed in appreciation of my scrutiny, and instead of answering, I leaned forward and ran my tongue over the head. A shiver ran through his large frame, and before he could stop me, I gripped his hips and sucked his length into my mouth.
“Mia.” His voice was rough with lust and possession that never seemed to abate, despite the time we’d spent together.
I loved the way he reacted to me. How he toed the line of dominant while always ensuring I felt in charge.
Sucking hard, I added a gentle scrape of teeth as I pulled back enough to see his green eyes darken. He raked his fingers through my hair, eyes intent on where my lips stretched around him, a soft stream of encouragement falling from his lips.
“You’re so beautiful, my Mia. You take me so well. Fuck, your mouth. I’m not going to last if you keep going like that.”
As his cock thickened in my mouth, he hooked me under my arms and threw me backward onto the mattress.
“I never come before you,” he growled, sliding my panties down my legs and settling on his belly. I pouted, losing the battle against a grin as he tried and failed to scowl back at me.
“But I want to make my fiancé feel good.”
His eyes slammed shut on a groan. It was a game I’d played with him since the proposal. The caveman part of him loved the idea of being my fiancé, and he seemed to get off on the reminder that I would be his wife soon.
“This will always make me feel good,” he said, lowering his head and dragging his tongue up my slit. I gasped, fisting his hair as I pulled my knees up, opening to his mouth.
“Yes.” He worked me like his favorite ice cream, finding every sensitive area until I was a panting mess. When I thought he’d let me finish, he gripped my thighs tightly to his ears and rolled.
“Ride me, baby.” His voice was muffled, but the instruction was clear.
There was a time when I would have balked. Would have worried about smothering him. But the thing was, he was a lot bigger than me, and I knew how much he loved to do this. I felt secure in this space to embrace my sexuality. So with no trace of the shame sex used to bring me, I began to grind my clit against his nose as his tongue speared inside me. Sparks of electric pleasure spread along my spine until the sensation overwhelmed me in a blinding orgasm that curled my toes and stole the breath from my lungs.
Falling against the headboard, I slid away from his teasing tongue, fighting for control of my muscles.
“You okay?” he asked, his grin all self-satisfied male.
“Gimme a second,” I panted. Tugging on my ankle again, he maneuvered me onto the mattress until we were spooning while I caught my breath.
“You’re so beautiful,” he said, brushing my hair away from my sweaty forehead.
“I need you inside me.”
He kissed me hard, letting me taste myself on his lips before guiding my leg back over his hip so he could enter me from behind. In long, smooth strokes, he worked his body into mine, reigniting the fire that had just barely cooled within me.
“How do you always fit me so well?” he asked, clutching me tighter against his chest and increasing his pace.
“I think I was always made for you.”
With a deep groan, he dropped a hand to work my clit, pulling another orgasm from me before he fell over the edge himself, shaking and grunting words of worship. It should have been blasphemous, but it was just Oscar.
When we’d both cooled down, we lay side by side, watching the shadows dance across the bedroom ceiling.
“I can’t wait for our wedding day,” he whispered, linking his fingers with mine.
“I’m going to make sure everything is perfect.”