Chapter 36 Wrenley
Wrenley
WEDDING NIGHT… DEFINITELY
Fucking Ruger has always been hot. Always been good.
Literally, mind-blowing, toe-curling, ruin-me-for-anyone-else incredible.
If I’m being honest, I don’t think I could’ve walked away from him knowing I’d never get to feel him inside me again.
I’d go as far as to say his cock is quite the best thing that’s ever happened to my body.
But now? Now, I’m not fucking Ruger.
I’m making love to my husband.
And it’s like stepping out of my own skin and floating above the bed, watching the universe rearrange itself around us.
But Jesus Christ—if this man doesn’t speed up, I’m going to combust.
Is this bothering you? Ruger clicks his tongue, still moving in that slow, torturous rhythm.
It’s maddening, I say, meeting his gaze.
His grin says he knows exactly what he’s doing. Which is why I shove him. Hard. Our connection breaks, but I don’t care. I keep pushing until he’s on his back and I’m straddling his waist.
A wolfish smile spreads across his lips, dangerous and smug. What are you doing, wife?
Wouldn’t you like to know? I shoot back, breathless already.
He leans up, catching my nipple in his mouth, teeth scraping just enough to make me cry out.
Quit teasing, he breathes against my skin. Sit on my cock.
His hands grip my hips like he owns them, and I rise, my pulse hammering as I look down him. He’s flushed. I spread my hand across his chest, steadying myself as I reach between us. Then I wrap my fingers around his cock, guide him to where I need him most, and then sink down.
The relief that rips through me is indescribable. Like I’ve been starving and finally, finally get to eat.
Fuck, baby, Ruger groans, head tipping back.
My moan answers his, eyes fluttering shut as I take him to the hilt. The stretch is perfect, almost unbearable, and when I open my eyes, the sight nearly unravels me. Ruger’s hand gripping my thighs. His wedding ring flashing in the low light as proof this isn’t just sex… it’s forever.
I rake my nails across his chest as I rise and fall, finding the rhythm I crave, the one that has me seeing stars. Watching him disappear into me over and over again is its own kind of high.
His voice turns guttural. I love watching your pussy take my cock.
My body clenches at the words. Me too, I gasp, every syllable shredded with pleasure.
He slides a hand between us, thumb circling my clit with devastating precision.
Ruger! My cry shatters the air.
His other hand tugs at my nipple, twisting just enough to make me arch against him. Sweat slicks my body as I ride him, chasing my release, both of us unravelling faster with every thrust.
When his thumb presses harder, I break. My orgasm detonates, ripping through me with violent sweetness. I collapse forward, but Ruger catches me, flipping us so I’m caged beneath him.
Now, he pounds into me hard and fast, the bed rattling beneath us. Our eyes lock, and I can’t look away.
You’re everything, he rasps, voice cracking with intensity. Fucking everything to me, Wrenley.
Tears sting my eyes, even as my body screams with bliss. I don’t have to wonder if he means it. He tells me. He shows me. He lives it. The pure love he gives undoes me in ways no orgasm ever could.
His mouth crashes into mine, a bruising, searing kiss. When he pulls back, it’s only to bite down on my shoulder as his body goes taut, his cock pulsing inside me as he falls apart.
We stay tangled, skin to skin, until our breathing finally evens. He eases out, stroking my cheek, pressing soft kisses along my lips and jaw like he can’t stop. Then he rolls on his back, ties off the condom, and tosses it aside before pulling me into his chest.
I melt against him, every bone in my body turned to liquid. I’ve never felt more loved and cherished.
His lips brush my hair. I’m so happy you came today. When you were late… I thought it was over.
I prop my chin on his chest, studying his face in the dim light. His skin is still flushed, his hair damp at his temple. But his eyes, his beautiful eyes, are soft.
What made you choose to stay? he asks.
I press my lips together as I consider my words.
“The job was everything I wanted. It was a fresh start and a second chance while also being the opportunity of a lifetime. But every time I thought about saying yes, I felt like there was something wrong with me because I wasn’t excited, and I should have been.
I went to school to do that very thing, and it just didn’t feel how I thought it would.
“Then I got a second email from Tammie, and I realized I just didn’t care. I didn’t care if the timeline passed. I didn’t care if they chose someone else. I didn’t care if I never got another opportunity like that again.
But I did care if you stood in that room alone. And the second I admitted that to myself, I knew where I was supposed to be.
His hand cups my cheeks, and his eyes shine with unshed tears. Wrenley.
You’re the love of my life, Ruger, I whisper.
I spent so long believing that the most important thing in the world was reestablishing my career, and I forgot there were other things worth building too.
The job was incredible, but money can be made anywhere.
Opportunities come and go. What I have with you doesn’t.
My voice catches.
Plus, there’s no other place in the world that has Remi and Audrey and Beryl and Walter and, hell, even Bonnie. There’s only one Alpine Harbor, and it’s exactly where I want to be.
His hands frame my face as he kisses me like he still can’t quite believe I’m here. I melt into him, pouring every feeling I have into the kiss.
When we pull apart, his eyes search mine.
I swear, forever isn’t long enough with you, he says. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving you didn’t make a mistake marrying me.
I let out a shaky laugh, brushing at my tears. You could never be a mistake. Ruger, you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me. You showed me what real love is supposed to feel like. I can only hope that I can give you the same in return.
His eyes shine, wet but unashamed.
He pulls me on top of him, crushing me to his chest, his lips in my hair, his arms banded around me like he’ll never let go.
God, I love you, he breathes so fiercely it rattles through me.
I love you too, I whisper, letting the truth settle over me like the softest blanket. Because I do. I love him more than I ever thought I could love anyone.
We lie there tangled up, hearts racing down into the same steady rhythm. Tomorrow, we’ll wake up married, and with any luck, the day will be spent right here in this bed. The day after that, we’ll start figuring the rest out.
But tonight, none of that matters. Tonight, I have him.
And he has me.