Chapter 41
You and I
Fenella
A month later…
I stand at the edge of the balcony, my hands wrapped around the iron rail as my eyes settle on the nighttime scenery below. Puerto Vallarta, quiet waves hitting the cliffs, the kind of view that makes everything softer and unreal. A whole different universe from New York City and its trial rooms.
People say bad memories need to be replaced with good ones, and maybe they’re right. Ever since we got here, every terrible moment has been pushed aside and traded for the dizzying calm of a honeymoon with the love of my life. It’s not bad at all.
Despite the exhausting back and forth of the trial, we finally get a little peace. The night breeze slips through my hair. There’s a pull in my chest, a small, stubborn knot. I don’t walk back inside. Not yet.
Laird steps out from the balcony door and hugs me from behind, his warmth melting into my back. “Hey, baby.”
“Hi, hubby. You done showering?” I tilt my head up to look at him.
“Yup.”
“You smell good.” I breathe in the bergamot and tangerine on his skin.
“Then you should’ve kissed me more.” His voice dips low against my ear, teasing.
“I’ll think about it,” I laugh, turning and wrapping my arms tighter around him.
“You rarely stare off like that,” he says, softer now. “Wanna tell me what’s going on in that head?”
Of course he reads me. He always does. The thought that’s been chewing at me since our firestorm with The Shark resurfaces. “Nothing huge. I was just wondering if Alan’s gonna win in the end,” I admit.
“This again?” He brushes a thumb over my arm. “You don’t need to stress. The prosecutor has concrete proof. Every witness already came in. Mallory’s people are even getting dragged in as suspects.”
“So you think they’ll get sentenced?” I search his eyes.
“Yup.”
“But your father still looks eager to strip Golden’s evidence apart.”
He chuckles and pulls me closer. “He’s running out of angles. The wiretaps, the witnesses, the transactions. They’re solid. He’s just fishing for sympathy at this point, trying to tug at personal feelings to soften the jury.”
“Yeah, maybe you’re right.” A quiet beat passes. “But maybe your father is right too. We dragged Alan in and threw him into the fire because we wanted revenge. That part makes me feel bad.” The guilt crawls up again, a sharp knot right under my ribs.
“No. Don’t feel bad for doing the right thing.” He buries his face in my shoulder until his hair tickles my neck. “And hey, I saw your socials. People are literally praising you now. Flooding our profiles with congratulations.”
“Yeah, I know…” I murmur, still stunned by how fast the narrative flipped.
“They’re saying I’m the lucky one. Lucky to have a brave, gorgeous wife.”
“Wow. You feeling lucky?” I try not to smile.
“When I’m with you, I feel like I could never run out of luck.” He pinches my nose until I whine, and his dimples appear like always, stupidly irresistible.
“Do you love me?” I ask, staring into his emerald irises.
“Jeez, I married you. Why wouldn’t I love you?” He laughs, playful but earnest.
“I don’t know. Maybe you need me to prove to your dad that you can go against him.”
He cups my face with both hands. Looks at me fully. A smile tugs at his firm jaw. “You’re my proof that I’m a human being with actual feelings. Love, especially. If he can’t see that, let him stay trapped in his own damn ego.” His thumb strokes my cheek.
“Look me in the eye and say that again,” I whisper.
“I love you.” A kiss to my cheek.
I close my eyes to hear him better.
“I love you.” A kiss to my forehead.
“I love you.” His lips find mine.
And God, the way his voice pours straight into my chest—warm and sure. The way his mouth never disappoints. Our breaths tangle as our lips move together, slow at first, then hungry, familiar, desperate, our tongues finding each other like they always do.
I want him more. And more. And more.
He pulls off my tank top until I’m exposed to the night air. I’m not sure if it’s his fingers kneading my breasts that make my hair stand up or the wind blowing down my back that does it. My nipples pucker, and I sigh at the addictive temptation.
“Should we head inside?” I ask between our kisses in a soft whisper.
“Yes, let’s get you warmed up.” He picks me up with my topless body rubbing against his T-shirt.
My arms drape around his neck, and he scoops my thighs and bum with his muscular arms. He walks through the balcony door until we reach the bed, all without releasing the hot, breath-stealing clasp of our lips.
“Laird,” I rasp his name in a pleasing sigh as he trails kisses down my neck, and his hands are busy pulling off my underwear.
“Tell me you’re mine,” he whispers against my neck with a warm breath, inhaling the fragrance of my body.
“I am yours eternally. Te amo,” I whisper the words I love you in Spanish. He smirks when he hears those words.
His lips travel to my cleavage and give me a kiss there, sucking it to leave a soft hickey until I moan. I let his lips move to my nipples until electricity spark with every lick and suck. My fingers run through his hair, squeezing it, and I love his silky hair against my skin.
“Yes, baby,” I moan from the sultry sensations that travel from my nipples to my core.
His fingers twirl and pinch my pebbled nipples. His hands squeeze my waist, my thigh, all the way to my clit. Every stroke he pushes into my body wakes my muscles to tighten. I try to hold my moan, but it’s futile.
I don’t know if I can come back to my senses, but his touch makes it even harder for me to breathe.
He starts slow, teasing every edge of my clit, taking his time to call my nerves there.
Until the pleasure after pleasure created by his magic hands drowns me in waves that wash over me.
Until I cum so hard I can’t hold back the deepest scream out of my lungs.
“Laird!”
“Yes, baby?” His low voice is a whisper that makes my body tremble.
He trails down my body from chest to stomach, sliding with a hot and slick tongue. I shiver and let out a scream as that same hot tongue licks my clit. With unpredictable flicks, he makes my hips jump up in the air, desperate to find more friction. He continues to suck my clit greedily.
“My queen.” He breathes out warm air as his tongue moves more and more uncontrollably down my pussy and onto my cunt.
That breath brings my pussy to life. My inner muscles tighten and squeeze the empty air with tight pulses. It hurts, but when two of his fingers enter and curl against my tight cunt, I whimper so badly.
I can’t even control my body anymore, like something other than me possesses my pleasure point. Him. He controls it so expertly. He owns me.
“You’re so wet and ready,” he says as he sucks on my clit.
“Please, Laird,” my hands squeeze the pillow and sheet, searching for a grip to keep me conscious.
“Please what?” He raises his head to look at me. He stops all sensations in an instant.
No. I groan in frustration. “Ugh, Laird, please.” I don’t even know what I’m begging him for.
“Talk dirty to me now. No need to hold it anymore.” He coaxes me, his teeth nibbling my inner thigh until I’m sure there will be a new reddish hickey there. Once the sensation seeps back into my body, I shudder. I need more. I don’t want it to stop.
“Please, I need your fingers again. I need your tongue. Stuff your dick inside me now.” I beg as my legs clamp around his hips.
He grins, and he takes off his shirt and boxers. His hands grip my already tense hips, searching for him to complete me. His erection is exposed, and the tip of his cock is red and glistens with his pre-cum.
My eyes close, and I bite my lower lip. The tip nudges my clit, making me hypersensitive.
Without a condom, he inserts his hard cock into my pussy.
We grimace as the pleasure is intoxicating, even though he has only inserted half of his cock.
He bucks his hips to take the edge off for the next, stronger, firmer thrust.
I gasp when his cock strikes me with full force. This time we stay completely still, feeling every pulse in my pussy meet his hard shaft. The next second, he rests his body on mine. He kisses my lips, tasting every inch of my tongue, all while his hips move with energetic heat.
We’re truly intimate. Skin to skin, his broad chest pressing against my soft chest. Our sweat blends together and makes our bodies slide. Our legs are intertwined, and I caress his thighs with my feet.
One hand squeezes my ass, the other pinches my nipple. His lips suck on my tongue, all while my fingers sink into his back. Our kisses burn with every suction and little bite.
“Buckle up,” he whispers.
He straightens up, and without hesitation, grabs my hips. He fucks me with his fast and hard cock. Again, again, and again until those frictions make my pussy scorn.
“Oh yes! Baby!”
We pant together. I’m lost in the unrelenting pleasure in each delectable stroke. My cunt pumps him hard. It’s raw and primal. My brain automatically commands my inner muscles to press harder on his shaft.
He moves in a fast and uncontrollable rhythm. “Jeez, baby! You’re so—”
His sentence hangs in the air as our breath is caught. The tension peaks, and we plunge into a violent orgasm. Splash after splash of our cum mixes inside my cunt. We continue for two more rounds until we see the sunrise, with only an hour of sleep in between. Making the best out of our honeymoon.