Chapter 14
chapter
fourteen
Evelyn
I can’t stop smiling.
The world feels different after you say I do.
Brighter. Quieter. Like someone turned the volume down and all I can hear is the two of us.
He walks me over to his truck, and instead of opening the door, he presses me against it.
“I can’t believe I get to keep you,” he says.
That makes me giggle. “I keep waiting for someone to stop us,” I admit softly. “To tell me this was all a misunderstanding. Or a dream.”
Mitchell cups my cheek. He’s looking down into my face as if I mean everything to him. “I checked,” he says. “Pretty sure it’s legally binding.”
Then he lowers his head and kisses me.
“So your brother married a woman with my same name,” I say against Mitchell’s mouth.
He laughs. “Evidently.”
“What are the odds?”
“I’m sure we could find someone in this town who could actually answer that. Mathematically.”
“Oh, good point.”
“Evie.”
“Hmm?”
“Can you shut up now so I can kiss you?”
I loop my arms around his neck and pull him closer. Our lips meet again, and his tongue sweeps into my mouth.
I’m pressed against the warm metal of Mitchell’s truck in the dimly lit parking lot outside the chapel, the neon lights of Vegas flickering like distant fireworks.
His mouth is on mine, urgent and claiming, like he’s finally letting go of whatever held him back these past days.
My hands fist in the back of his shirt, pulling him closer, because holy wow, this man kisses like he’s rewriting every fairy tale I’ve ever known.
No stiff royal pecks or hand-kisses here—just raw, heated passion that makes my toes curl in my ridiculous flamingo flip-flops.
His hands roam down my sides, gripping my hips with that steady strength I’ve come to crave. “Evie,” he growls against my lips, voice rough. “You have no idea what you do to me.”
I laugh breathlessly, my heart pounding like a parade drum. “If it’s anything like what you do to me, we’re in trouble.” I feel like I’m panting. “Last night after you kissed me, I was so turned on.”
He leans back to look at me. “Yeah?”
I nod. “My panties were soaked.”
His eyes darken. “Fuck.”
I nod again. “I needed so much more.”
He licks his lips. “Did you slip your hand into your panties and make yourself come?”
“I did,” I breathe.
“Hotel. Now.” It’s not a question. No, this is a promise wrapped in gravel, and it sends a shiver straight to my core.
We fumble into the truck, doors slamming with impatient thuds. I buckle up, but Mitchell’s already leaning over the console, stealing another kiss that leaves me dizzy.
“Drive,” I gasp, swatting his chest playfully. “Before we scandalize the chapel parking lot. I’m a princess, remember? Optics matter.”
He chuckles, that deep rumble that makes my knees weak. “Tempting. But I want you all to myself—no interruptions.” The engine roars to life, and we peel out.
His hand finds my thigh, squeezing gently, and I swear the air in the cab crackles with anticipation. I squirm in my seat, hyper-aware of every inch between us.
“Are you wet right now?” he asks.
“Most definitely.”
“Fuck, I want you.”
“How do we know we can get a hotel room?” I ask, impatience clawing at my insides.
“I booked one online last night. I was fighting with myself about what to do. Frustrated as fuck that I hadn’t been able to talk to my brother at all since I picked you up. I knew I needed to tell him what was going on.”
“So you just booked a room in case?”
“Maybe subconsciously, I knew how today would end up. The room probably won’t be as nice as the one Mike has, but it should have a bed.”
I laugh. “A bed sounds good. Though I’m eager enough that I would probably accept just privacy.”
His hand runs up my inner thigh and cups my core.
“Is your pussy needy?”
“Yes.”
“I’ve got you, wife. I’m going to make sure your every need is taken care of.”
“I have no doubt.”
“I don’t suppose you have a bucket list for bedroom activities?” he asks.
I laugh. “I don’t, but we should definitely make one.”
Finally, we stumble into the hotel room—keycard beeps, door clicks shut, and then it’s just us.
No more chapels, no brothers, no crowns.
Mitchell flips on a lamp, casting a soft glow over the king-sized bed that suddenly looks both inviting and intimidating.
He turns to me, eyes dark with desire, but there’s that tenderness again—like he knows this is huge for me.
“You sure about this?” he asks, stepping close but not crowding. His fingers trace my arm, sending goosebumps racing. “We can wait. No pressure. I know… this is your first time.”
I swallow, my throat tight with nerves and want. “I’m sure. I want you, Mitchell. All of you.”
He smiles, slow and sexy, pulling me into his arms. “Good. Because I’ve been dreaming about this since the moment we first met.
” Our lips meet again, softer this time, building from sweet to scorching.
His hands explore—under my shirt, tracing the curve of my back, unhooking my bra with practiced ease.
I tug at his shirt, desperate for skin on skin, and he obliges, yanking it off in one fluid motion.
“I had to take myself in hand that first night in the shower,” he admits.
I stare at his chest, the perfect abs, the tattoos, the scars. I trace my fingers over his skin. “I want to watch you do that sometime.”
“Item one on our new bucket list?”
“Sure. Your body is insane,” I admit. “I’m very… squishy and soft.”
“Like a woman should be. I love your curves, Evie. I’m ready to get my hands and my mouth on every one of them.”
That gives me enough courage to take off my own shirt, let my bra fall to the ground.
I kick off my flip-flops and then peel my leggings and panties down.
Might as well get the big reveal over with right here at the beginning.
He’s my husband. He’s going to see all my wiggly bits and stretch marks.
The mole on my hip and all of my other insecurities.
“I’m pretty sure my right boob is slightly smaller than my left,” I admit.
He cups my face again. “You are beautiful. Every part of you. Mismatched boobs and all.” His lips quirk in a repressed smile.
“Are you making fun of me?”
“I might be.”
“Rude.”
“Evie, my love, I am not going to measure you or inspect you. I only want to love you. With my entire being. Right now, in particular, with my mouth and my cock.”
“Oh,” I breathe.
“Yes, oh.” He keeps his eyes on mine as he removes the rest of his clothing.
His penis is large. At least I assume it’s large. Certainly bigger than anything I’ve seen on statues or in other artwork. I tried once to look at pornography on the internet, but the palace’s restrictions wouldn’t connect with any of the sites.
In any case, he’s proportionate. He’s a big man, so it makes sense that his appendage would also be big.
He grips his shaft and gives it a tug.
“Oh, that’s very sexy,” I say.
“This is what you do to me, Evie. Fuck, I don’t think I’ve ever been this hard.”
I nod even though he didn’t ask me any questions.
“Get on the bed, wife. Spread those pretty thighs for me.”
His heated words are sexy and make the pulse between my legs thrum.
He crawls over my body. “Tell me if it’s too much. We go at your pace.” His fingers trail down, teasing my breasts, circling my nipples until I arch into him. Then lower, stroking between my thighs with gentle precision that makes me gasp.
“Mitchell.”
“I’ve got you,” he murmurs, kissing a path down my body—neck, collarbone, breasts—lingering there until I’m breathless. He alternates between my breasts, sucking and nibbling on each nipple before he moves lower still, settling between my legs.
“Can I taste you, wife?” His eyes meet mine.
I nod, heart racing. “Okay.”
He lowers his head, his breath warm, first against my thighs, then the very center of me.
“You smell delicious,” he murmurs.
Then his mouth is there. Wet and hot and perfect. I gasp, fingers tangling in his hair.
“Oh… God, that’s…” Words fail as his tongue licks me with expert precision. The orgasm building in my body feels unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.
His tongue circles my clit. Then he slides first one finger, and then a second inside me. I nearly levitate off the bed. For a few breaths, he simply pumps those fingers into me.
“Oh, Mitchell, yes,” I manage.
When he curves his fingers and strokes against my inner wall, pleasure nearly blinds me.
“Oh my God!”
Those fingers continue to work that spot, and then he sucks my clit into his mouth. Passion builds, and he holds my body down as I buck against him. Then I shatter with a cry, his name on my lips.