Chapter 19
nineteen
Asher
Emma is mine. No one can take her from me now. The ceremony repeats in my head even when we all sit around the kitchen island in the main house. Adrian cooked an amazing meal to celebrate. But it’s all taking too long.
I need to be alone with Emma—with my wife. I need her more than my next breath, to worship every inch of her. To make sure she can’t forget she’s mine when she leaves in the morning. Even though my brain knows she’ll be back, my heart refuses to believe it.
As with all our family dinners, I couldn’t care less about what’s discussed. But in deference to Emma, I try to keep my growls to a minimum. Only for her. My brothers are used to my ways and couldn’t give a shit one way or the other. Rebekah has been around me enough to understand, too.
The longer we sit here talking about nothing, the more I’m convinced they’re doing this on purpose, just to taunt me. They have to know I want Emma to myself, especially since it’s our wedding night.
After what feels like a month of dinners, I’ve had enough of the bullshit. “Thank you for dinner and for your help with the wedding. But my wife and I need to have some alone time.”
“Told you he wouldn’t make it more than an hour,” Aaric says. “Pay up.”
“What the fuck? You bet on how long I’d stay?” I don’t know whether to throw something or laugh. “Wait, what else did you bet on?” I know there’s more from the guilty looks around the island.
Aaron shrugs his shoulders. “We bet on whether Emma would say yes on her own or you’d force her to marry you.”
“You fuckers. I don’t even want to know who bet against me. I swear, I’ll knock your heads together.”
“Asher…” Emma has her hand over her face, trying to hide her laughter.
Narrowing my gaze at her doesn’t stop her giggles. But I have just the right thing back at our cabin. I just have to get her there first.
“Now that you’ve had your fun. We’re out of here. See you whenever.”
Rebekah runs around the island to hug Emma and whisper in her ear. When Emma nods, they hug again, then she steps back so my brothers can hug her, too.
“C’mon, Raindrop, time to go home.”
She reaches her arms up to wrap around my neck before I scoop her out of the chair. “I’ll see you soon.”
Andrew walks us to the front door. “Good luck defending your dissertation, Emma. Be safe driving.”
“Thank you. I will. Take care of Asher while I’m gone,” she yells out as I buckle her into my truck.
“No one needs to worry about me. I’ve been taking care of myself for years,” I grumble.
“Of course they do, Ashbear. I’ll worry about you.”
“You need to worry about being careful in the city. Anything could happen to you. I need you to come back to me.”
Emma slides her fingers through my hair and stares into my eyes. “Asher, I love you. I’m your wife. Nothing will keep me away from you.”
I know she means it, but the fear is still there.
I get into the truck and drive the short distance to our cabin.
As I pull up to the cabin, I see artificial candles flickering in the windows, and I silently thank my brothers.
They may be assholes most of the time, but when I need them, they’re always there for me.
I asked them if they could decorate a little so it’s romantic for our wedding night.
“I love you, Em.” I don’t think I’ll ever tire of saying those words or hearing them.
“And I love you, Hubby Ashbear.”
Rolling my eyes at how she’s added to the obnoxious nickname, I climb out of the truck to get her. After carrying her around for most of the last two weeks, I’m going to miss having her in my arms.
As I carry her across the threshold for the first time as my wife, it even feels different.
“Asher, wow. It’s beautiful.”
My brothers did not let me down. I’m going to have to put up with their bullshit for a long time as a thank you. There are roses and gardenias in vases and glasses scattered around the room, with artificial candles on the table. It’s all we use since we worry about fire.
“I’m glad you like it. I want tonight to feel extra special.”
“Just being with you makes it special already, Ash. For the past year, I’ve been living in the dark, and you brought back the light.”
I certainly don’t deserve this woman, but I want to thank whatever deity thinks I do for giving her to me. “I’m so glad, baby.”
Even I’m in awe of the transformation from bachelor bedroom to honeymoon suite when I carry her into our bedroom. Rose petals cover the bed, and more fake candles flicker from almost every surface. A bottle of champagne sits in a bucket next to two glasses on the nightstand.
“This is amazing. I never expected…”
“Good. I hope I will always be able to surprise you.” I set her on the edge of the bed, then kneel to remove her shoes and toss them across the room. Then I help her stand, holding on to her until she’s steady. “As magnificent as you look in this dress, I need you naked. Now.”
“Then you probably should have bought one with a zipper instead of a ton of tiny buttons. Please don’t tear it, Ashbear, it’s so beautiful. I’ll definitely cry if you do.”
I’m ready to kill past me when I turn her around see the long line of tiny cloth-covered buttons down the back. What the fuck was I thinking? Holding in my growl, I get to work, and fight the desire to rip it off her.
After getting about half of them open, I’m able to push the dress off her shoulders and let it drop to the floor.
“Thank you for making today so special. I never dreamed of a wedding dress, but if I had it would have been just like this. You’ve made everything perfect.”
Gently grasping her chin, my lips caress hers in a soft kiss. “Making you happy is now my life’s work, Mrs. Gallant.” It’s the first time I’ve called her that, and I love how it sounds. From the little sigh she makes, I’d say she does, too.
I’m tempted to leave the stockings and garter on, but I’d rather have her naked against me. After quickly stripping her, I lay her on the rose petals. Naked Emma, stretched out on top of the flowers, takes my breath away.
Once I’ve shrugged out of my suit jacket, I rip open my shirt, not giving a fuck that the buttons go flying across the room.
My pants and boxers come down together as I kick off my shoes.
Men’s clothes are so much more practical.
I probably should have done a sexy striptease for her, but the way her gaze tracks my hands as I undress lets me know she’s still enjoying the show.
I feel like a wild animal stalking its prey as I crawl up from the bottom of the bed. “You’re mine, Raindrop. Mine to love, to take care of, and to breed. No more condoms. I’m going to fill you so full of my come, you’ll be pregnant by morning.”
“Breed me? We just got married, what happened to the honeymoon phase?”
“This is it—tonight—all fucking night long. If you can walk tomorrow, I didn’t do my job right.”
“Ash, maybe we should talk about babies first.”
“What do you call me in the bedroom, baby?”
“Sir, can we talk about this first?”
“No, baby. I love you, and I will take you in every way possible. We’re going to have beautiful children. I can’t wait to see a bunch of little Emmas running around. But most of all, I’m going to enjoy filling you so full of my come you will always be dripping.”
“Oh God. Why is that so sexy?” she moans.
I push her thighs apart and settle between her legs. She’s soaked and dripping. I want to eat her and fuck her pussy at the same time. Even though tonight is about romance, my Dominant side will never go away. She’ll have to get used to that.
Caging her in with my arms on either side of her head, I nip her bottom lip, then thrust my tongue into her mouth. Licking, sucking, tasting. Moaning, “Mine,” as our tongues tangle together.
“What’s your safe word, baby?”
“Hemlock.”
“Good girl. Use it if you need to and everything stops. But tonight, I need to teach you that you’re mine no matter what.”
“I’m yours, Daddy. I won’t forget.”
And there it is, said with love and submission. Finally. I’ve been waiting for her to say it, and it’s the best gift she could give me tonight.
“Say it again.”
“What? I’m yours?”
Grunting, I lean down and suck on the sensitive spot underneath her ear until it leaves a mark. “Emma…”
“Daddy. Daddy. Daddy. I’m all yours.”
My restraint is gone. So much for taking it slow and gentle.
The need to ravish her outweighs everything else.
With one of her pink nipples in my mouth, I suck it hard while pinching the other one.
She arches up against me as I lick and nibble on her soft breasts.
Moving to the other one, I give it the same attention until both nipples are hard and swollen.
“Don’t come until I say. Tell me you understand.”
“Yes, Daddy.”
Eating her cunt is one of my favorite things, and tonight is no different.
This is the only wedding feast I need. I suck her clit between my lips, teasing it with my tongue.
Adding two fingers to her pussy, I rub her G-spot with every thrust inside.
Over and over, I bring her to the edge until she’s begging for me to let her come.
“Come for me, baby. Now.”
Her mouth opens in a soundless scream as she bucks against my mouth, squirting around my fingers. Beautiful. Perfect. Mine. But I can’t wait another second to be buried deep in my wife. My cock has been leaking for hours.
“Wife, I’m going to put a baby in you now.” It’s the only warning I give as I bury myself inside her in one deep thrust. Her cunt clenches hard around me. Her pussy is so tight it’s practically strangling my dick. It feels so fucking amazing.
“Daddy, move, please. I need…”
“I’ve got you, baby.” Again and again, I plunge deep into her, and with each stroke, I rub against her G-spot. I want her to come all over my cock as I fill her with my come. Our essence creating a new life.
“Come again, baby.”
“I can’t.”
“Yes, you can, and you will.” I reach between us and pinch her clit hard. Her cunt spasms around my cock, and I can’t hold back.
My moan combines with hers as I fill her full of my come.
“I love you, my precious Raindrop, forever.”
I roll onto the side, still buried inside her, and hold her close while I slow my breathing.
There’s no doubt in my mind that I put a baby inside her tonight.
I can’t wait to see her body rounded with my child.
And not just once. She’ll have all the help she needs.
With our large family, there will be plenty of babysitters.
“I love you, Asher.”
Once I’ve caught my breath, I reach over and grab the plug out of the nightstand drawer.
“You’re going to plug my butt now?” She’s adorable when she tries to look offended.
“No, baby, this is to keep my sperm inside. We don’t want you to lose any, not until we’re sure you’re pregnant.”
“You were serious? It wasn’t just sex talk?”
“I’d never joke about something like that. You’re mine to love, to care for, to breed, to dominate. I’ll be happy to tell you every day for the rest of our lives if that’s what it takes,” I answer as I slide the plug into her pussy and make sure it’s nice and snug.
“I think I’ve got it, Daddy.”