Chapter 11
Eleven
Blair
Adrian has been kissing me from the moment we walked into his cabin. He kicked the door shut, pressed me against it, cupped my face, and plastered his lips to mine.
It’s like we’re two randy teenagers, making out as fast as we can before our parents get home in ten minutes. Except I think it’s been much longer than ten minutes, and I’m so hot and bothered that I don’t even care if my parents catch us half-naked.
I’m vaguely aware that the room is dimly lit with fake candles and roses. Adrian thought of everything, and it doesn’t surprise me that he’s not a fan of fire, considering his parents were killed in one. These brothers have every fire precaution known to man.
I’m panting as he nibbles a path to my ear. “I have champagne…” he murmurs.
I reach under his tux jacket and run my hands up and down his back over his dress shirt. “At this point, the only way I want to drink champagne is if we consume it as body shots or drink it as a sex chaser.”
He chuckles in my ear. “I like the way you think, Mrs. Gallant.”
The night is young, and I’m very happy with that because I really want to get naked with my husband. Champagne is not on my radar.
I’m glad the blinds are all closed, because Adrian spins me around and lowers the zipper down my back. A second later, my dress falls to the floor, and he lets out a low whistle. “My naughty wife was holding out on me in the intimate apparel department.”
I turn in his arms and smile. “Thanks to your brothers for rescuing my SUV from that tree and driving it here this morning. I didn’t have them drag everything into your house, but I did find the box labeled ‘sexy lingerie.’”
He laughs. “You had a box labeled ‘sexy lingerie’?”
I shake my head. “No. I was kidding. I only happen to own sexy bras and panties.”
He growls. “I don’t like the idea of anyone else having ever seen you in this set.” His finger comes between my breasts and strokes along the edge of delicate white lace.
The only things I’m wearing are the matching bra-and-thong set and my white heels. I don’t even know why I brought these useless white heels to the mountains. What the hell was I going to need them for?
But I’m glad they managed to make the cut, because they came in clutch today.
I flatten my palms on Adrian’s chest and pat him.
“No need to get possessive, Mr. Fancy Jeans. It’s been a long time since anyone saw me naked or in my bra and panties.
I’m certain there’s nothing in my current wardrobe that existed the last time I let a boyfriend in my pants.
Besides, you’re the only man who will see me dressed like this from now on, so put the fangs away. ”
He smirks before letting out a fake growl that’s louder than the first. “Mine,” he barks as if he’s moved from mountain man to caveman.
“You’re overdressed, big guy. How about you remove this tux and show me what’s mine.” I love our silly banter. It’s refreshing and helps keep me from succumbing to my nerves, because there’s no way for me not to be nervous about having sex with a man I’ve known for one day and married.
Yes, he showed me last night how good it will be between us, and I really appreciated the demo. It has cut my jitters by half, but I’m still about to have sex with this man for the first time, and we’re married.
We’re married.
I married a man I just met.
I start giggling.
“What?” he asks, as he steps back to remove his jacket and kick off his shoes.
“We’re married.”
He grins. “Yes, we are.”
I tip my head back and cackle.
He grabs me around the waist and kisses me again, this time with his hands wandering all over my back and my bare butt cheeks. “Fuck, you’re sexy,” he mutters against my lips. “You’re even sexy when you laugh like a hyena.”
I push back from him. “I do not laugh like a hyena.” But I’m still smiling, and I point toward his chest. “And don’t touch me anymore until you’re naked, Mr. Fancy Jeans.”
“Yes, ma’am.” He gives me a slow strip tease that makes the tiny triangle of my thong wet. His eyes are smoldering as he speaks. “Spread your legs, Blair. Keep the heels on.”
I flatten myself against the door again and part my legs. It’s obscene, but that’s what he was hoping for. I can do obscene.
“Fuck, yes.” He’s down to his boxers, and his clothes are all over the place. Considering the man is obviously ordinarily rather tidy, I find this amusing.
My amusement switches to total lust when he lowers the front of his boxers over his cock and drags them down his body to step out of them.
Adrian doesn’t even look real. He looks like an artist’s rendering of perfection. Someone who would be on the cover of a magazine, but maybe wearing a loincloth.
“Turn around, wife,” he orders.
I spin to face the door, and feeling bold, I plant my palms on the surface, step out a few inches, keep my feet planted wide, and wiggle my ass. “Like this?”
He steps closer, sets a palm on the small of my back, and grabs one of my ass cheeks. “Such a naughty girl. Did you want me to spank this pretty bottom?”
My breath hitches at the suggestion. How kinky is my new husband? I didn’t even know I had a kinky side, but apparently I do, because his filthy words are turning me on.
Surprising myself, I shake my butt again. “I’ve been very, very bad.”
He squeezes my cheek, then releases it, and gives it a swat. “Is that so?”
I gasp and rise onto my toes. We’re going there. I don’t even know where there is, but holy fuck, I’m so aroused. His hands are huge, and it feels like they cover so much of my skin all at once. They’re also rough from working outside.
My man is a combination of rugged and brilliant.
He showed me his office in the basement of the main house briefly after the wedding.
It’s a technology supercenter. All of his brothers are also brilliant and hardworking.
They have advanced degrees and work hard to grow their parents’ legacy, while at the same time knowing how to cut up a tree and stack it for firewood for the winter.
If that isn’t hot, I don’t know what is.
Those rough hands of his are coming in handy right now because I love the feel of them clenching my ass cheeks. My arousal grows incrementally every time he swats one of them, too.
Suddenly, he spins me around, sweeps me off my feet, and carries me across the living room. Seconds later, he drops me unceremoniously on his bed. Our bed. I’m married.
Seriously.
I’m married.
He stares at me like he’s going to eat me while he removes my heels. He probably is going to eat me. The last time he did so, I came so hard against his face my vision blurred.
Taking his time, he grabs the elastic of my thong at my waist and eases it over my hips. I’m on my elbows, so it’s easy for him to reach behind me and unfasten my bra next.
When he steps back to stare at me, his eyes are smoldering. “Fuck, I’m a lucky man.”
I lower my gaze to his huge erection and decide to bring up a subject we glossed over last night. “If you want me to keep looking like this, you’ll need to find a condom.”
His gaze trails up my body so slowly that I shiver from the intensity. When he meets my eyes, he shakes his head. “I’m positive you will be even sexier at every stage of pregnancy. I can’t wait to watch you grow with my baby inside you.” His voice is so deep and genuine that I suck in a breath.
Am I ready for this?
“That is a huge commitment. We’ll be far more entangled if I get pregnant.”
“We’re already entangled, baby. I’ve told you, this is it for us. This marriage is for life. I wasn’t kidding.”
I nod. “Okay.” I’m not arguing. Adrian’s the best thing that’s ever happened to me.
Am I nervous? Yes.
Do I disagree? No.
I’ve never had unprotected sex. The thought of doing so with my husband excites me.
It’s living on the edge. Apparently, the Gallant men like to reproduce early and often.
Hell, Hannah was already nine months pregnant when she met Aaric, and she’s pregnant again.
The rest of the wives have all given birth, too.
I rise onto my knees and look down at myself. I guess I’m attractive, though no one has ever looked at me the way Adrian does. My breasts have always been perky and high. They’re a perfect C cup.
“What are you thinking, princess?” Adrian leans his palms against the bed and kisses the top of my head.
“That my boobs are never going to look like this again,” I admit.
He rises, standing with his thighs against the mattress. His palms come to my chest. He cups my boobs and thumbs my nipples. “Like the rest of you, I will enjoy watching them grow.”
I gasp when he pinches my nipples and twists them. “I can’t wait until these little buds are huge and long and dripping with milk.”
The air leaves my lungs as I meet my husband’s gaze. Fuck, he’s even kinkier than I thought. I swallow. Should I be freaked out? Because I’m not. I’m even more turned on than ever before.
He bends over and latches on to one of my nipples, drawing on it hard enough to make me arch from the slight pain. First, he spanked me. Then, he pinched my tits. Now, he’s sucking them.
And I’m so wet that my arousal is running down my inner thighs. I arch into him and grab his head, holding him to my breast.
His hand comes to my back, supporting me and keeping me from escaping as he swirls his tongue around my distended nipple. Visions of him doing this when they are full and heavy come to mind. Would he really do that?
I shudder.
He releases the first one and switches to its twin. “I wonder what your milk will taste like,” he whispers against my breast.
A moan escapes my mouth. It’s like he read my mind. Now who’s kinky? I think it’s me. He’s turning me into someone I’ve never met, but I like her. She’s not reserved and proper.
Fuck reserved. Fuck proper.
For the first time in my life, I feel free to let myself be…real.
I don’t have to be in the office at six a.m., running a billion-dollar business.
I don’t have to get up at four to go to the gym first because that’s what rich people do.
I don’t have to worry about every calorie because, obviously, my husband doesn’t care if I gain a few pounds, considering the foods he’s been feeding me and the fact that he intends to get me pregnant as soon as possible.
I feel free. Released from the rules of society. I’m going to live a new life where Adrian and I make our own rules. If he wants to talk dirty to me and suck my nipples, I’m not going to complain.
He’s so confident and sure of himself. He’s grounded enough to keep my feet firmly planted, too.
He’s going to hold on to my hand and help me find my new path in life.
It’s not the one I imagined when I arrived here yesterday, intent on running my own homestead.
This is a new path. But it’s even more appealing. I won’t be lonely anymore.
Adrian releases my nipple with a pop, growls, and hauls me closer so that his cock presses against my belly. His hands thread into my updo as his lips come to mine again. He kisses me like a dying man. It’s so fucking hot.
The next time he releases my lips, his brow is furrowed. “Lean your forehead against my chest, baby. I want to be able to thread my fingers in your hair.” He starts gently pulling out bobby pins. “How many of these are in here, princess?”
“Seemed like two hundred when it was being done. You can blame your sisters-in-law.”
When I lift my arms to help him, he pulls me back against him. “Stay still. I’ve got it.”
My hands come to his waist instead. My gaze is directed at his stunning erection. The tip of his cock has a large drop of precome on it. Unable to resist, I drag my finger through it and bring it to my lips.
“Naughty girl,” he reprimands as I lick his arousal off my finger. He doesn’t stop me from doing it again, though. And again. There’s only about four inches between my mouth and his dick. Will he let me suck him?
I can’t imagine this man telling me no. Not about something like this. The next time his fingers leave my hair, having just removed another pin, I squat, drag my forehead down his torso, and thrust my mouth over his shaft.
Adrian gasps as his hands come to my shoulders. “Holy shit, Blair.” He’s not complaining, though. Nor does he stop me. His grip is firm on my shoulders. He’s holding on. I wonder if I can make his knees buckle.
“Blair…” My name is reverent coming from his lips. “Baby, you have to stop, or I’ll come in your mouth.”
Oh, I don’t think so, Mr. Fancy Jeans. I totally intend for him to come in my mouth.
Dropping lower, I draw him in deeper. I’ve never even done this before, but his reactions are fueling me. Apparently, I’m not doing it wrong. He isn’t complaining. In fact, he’s lost in the feeling, groaning and kneading my shoulders.
I feel powerful and sexy.
Adrian’s hips start bucking, thrusting in and out of my mouth.
I wrap one of my hands around the base and move up and down with my lips since there’s no way I can take him all the way in. He’s too long, and I’m going to choke if I take him any deeper.
I had no idea giving a blow job could be such a turn-on for me. Maybe it wouldn’t have been with any previous lover. It’s Adrian. He worships me. With every passing minute, I’m more certain that marrying him was the best decision I’ve ever made.
Sucking harder, I enjoy the way Adrian rises onto his toes, arches into me, and then stiffens. A second later, he comes, his seed hitting the back of my throat in waves, while I swallow every drip.
Headiest experience ever.