Chapter 18 DAVIE
DAVIE
My pacing wears on the carpet in the guest room Cormac gave me. I could tell he was reluctant to give me a separate space, but I appreciate he didn't force me to move into his bedroom immediately upon our marriage.
Though sleeping alone on my wedding night wasn't exactly how I always imagined it.
“And I could change that tonight,” I say aloud, “if I can stop being a coward.”
After a tour around the Rocking M today, we spent dinner together with Connor, Fancy, and some of the other ranch employees. Everyone congratulated us again on our nuptials, then moved on to casual conversation—a relief since I don't like being the center of attention.
“Ugh,” I groan. I check the baby monitor in my hand and see that Jesse is still knocked out in his crib in the nursery Cormac created.
A sleeping baby means I have free time.
And what do I want to do with it? Jump my newfound husband.
I mean, it's really not fair that I'm married to a sexy silver fox who clearly knows his way around a woman's body.
And I'm still a virgin bride. There should be some kind of law against that.
Even if it's my own damn fault, because I let this thing with Jessica get in my head.
Forget about your sister, Cormac has. This is your life. Take the reins.
The pep talk gets me out of my bedroom and into Cormac's after knocking on his door to no answer. The sound of the shower comes from his ensuite bathroom, and I wonder if it'd be better if I come back later.
No, Davie. Do this now before you chicken out.
My legs carry me forward to the threshold of the bathroom. Steam billows above the open shower stall. It's one of those fancy layouts where there's no lip. The tile just runs in a slight slope into the shower section where it drains, and a glass wall separates the space from the freestanding tub.
Cormac sees me immediately based on the sudden tension in his body.
His wet, naked body.
A cascade of water spills over his sun-darkened skin and firm muscles all the way down to the heavy cock resting in his fist.
Holy fuck, did I just walk in on him jerking off?
“Davie, is everything alright?” he asks like everything is normal, and he's not standing in front of me naked, his huge palm lightly stroking a rather large erection.
A knot forms in my throat. “Everything's fine.” I wave the baby monitor in the air. “Jesse's asleep.”
“Good,” he says. “Did you need something?”
Curiosity and hunger mingle in his gaze.
It's the latter that gives me the confidence to step closer. “I…” Panic sets in as words desert me.
I want you to fuck me?
Take my virginity?
Put me out of my misery?
All of these questions are a possibility in my scrambled, too-nervous brains.
“What do you need, sweetheart?”
“We're married,” I say stupidly. As if he wasn't at the courthouse, too.
“We are.”
“But we're not really married yet,” I add.
One of his brows tip upward. “We’re not?”
“Well, you know…” I gesture vaguely. “If this were medieval times, marriage isn't legitimate until it's consummated, right? So, I mean, technically, that hasn't happened yet.”
“I don't think the judge is going to check if we've consummated our marriage,” he teases, thankfully interrupting my ramble.
“No, no, of course not. It's just that—”
“Davie,” he mercifully cuts in.
“Yes?”
“Take off your clothes, and get in here.”
“Oh, okay.” My shoulders slump with relief at having something to do as I place the baby monitor on the counter.
My clothes fall in a disheveled pile on the floor.
My arms cross over my chest as I scamper into the heated shower.
“So…” I drawl, unsure again.
“Come here. Closer,” Cormac commands.
He releases his cock from his grip, and my eyes can't help but widen at the sight of his thickness up close and personal.
Geez, do I really want all of that inside me? Fuck yeah.
Once I'm within reach, Cormac guides me towards the tile wall until my breasts and belly button touch the cool marble.
“Since you're so nervous, maybe this will help you relax: facing away from me.” His palms smooth over my skin, whatever soap he was using easing the glide of rough over soft.
He slides his fingers between me and the wall to cup my breasts, pinching my nipples, and my back bows as I gasp at the immediate difference between cool tile and warm skin.
“That's it,” he murmurs. “There's no need to be nervous. I'm your husband, and you, my wife, need me. Need my cock, don't you?” He tugs on the bottom of my ear with his teeth before kissing the delicate skin below.
I whimper and nod, and that's all he needs before continuing his exploration.
One hand remains on my breast. The other dips between my thighs. Spreads my arousal from slit to clit.
“So wet for me, baby. You’re already primed to take this thick cock, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I breathe, “please, don’t make me wait.” I’ve waited years to know a man’s skin on mine. His heavy girth filling me to the brim.
I don’t want to wait any longer.
“Never… What my wife wants, she gets. Always,” he growls. His teasing ends with the mushroom head of his cock bumping at my opening and slowly pushing forward.
I arch onto my toes, never having experienced this kind of pleasurable burn before in my life. It doesn't hurt. There’s just a feeling of fullness, of being stretched to my limits.
When Cormac bottoms out, he groans, then sets a leisurely pace, grinding his hips against my ass as I’m sandwiched between him and the wall.
Everything is steamy, hazy, a dream.
Our breath, the water. Pants and groans of pleasure. It's more than I ever imagined.
And I'm experiencing it with my husband, my sister's one-night stand.
Somehow, that fact doesn’t matter when Cormac hits a particularly sensitive spot, and I come with a cry of surprise, his own release not far behind.
As I wilt in his arms from the force of my climax, Jessica and all the reasons why I shouldn’t fall for my husband evaporate.
I’m too cozy—too safe and satisfied in Cormac’s arms—to worry about the future right now.