CHAPTER 10
ROOK
I’m fucking sweating as I lead my wife—my fucking wife—up the porch steps. I can feel the tremor of nervousness as it moves through her body. I know she’s not scared of giving herself to me because I’ve had her naked and in bed several times since the night I showed up at her place.
But I also know this time it’s different. This time I’ll be sliding inside of her as her husband; I’ll be filling my wife with my cock and my cum.
I swing the door open and scoop my wife up into my arms. She lets out a squeal of surprise as her arms wrap around my neck. The feel of her in my arms, the way she rests her head on my shoulder as if she trusts me, is everything.
“Rook,” she says my name with her voice filled with a giggle and her blue eyes sparkle with something too real to name. And it’s far too soon.
Right?
Even though I’ve fallen in love with my wife, which was happening even as I tried to deny that I had space in my life for a woman like her, I don’t expect her to return those feelings. Not yet. Not with the way this all began.
“Are you nervous?” I don’t mean to ask the question, but it slips out as I stride through the house after kicking the door closed behind me.
I don’t stop until I’m in my room. As I glance around, I’m glad I redid everything in here and it no longer looks like the same room I was in while going through puberty. I wouldn’t bring my wife back to that room.
Still, it’s probably not quite what she was expecting.
“Sorry,” my voice is hesitant, “I know it’s not much in here. I’ve thought about taking over the primary bedroom, but I didn’t want to do anything without your input.”
I lower her to her feet, my body shuddering at the feel of her soft curves sliding down the length of me. She feels so damn good against me. My hands flex on her hips as I hold her close to me.
Because I need it.
The comfort.
The heat of her.
Meadow gives me a soft smile as her hands glide up and down my chest. Then she’s unbuttoning my shirt. Slowly. So, fucking slowly that it’s on the verge of being maddening.
“I am nervous,” she admits softly. Then she’s deliberately looking around my room, and I have to wonder what she sees.
There’s not much to it. A closet. A bed. A dresser and two bedside tables. It’s simple. The comforter is dark blue, but it’s nothing fancy. Her space is so much cozier.
“This is nice,” she tells me, honesty ringing through her words. “I don’t need some fancy room, not when the real show here is the land. That’s what matters.” Her blue eyes study my face. “If you’re ready to convert the primary bedroom into yours, then I’d be happy to help you.”
“Ours,” I rasp.
She looks up at me in confusion as she glides her hands along my chest and pushes my now unbuttoned shirt over my shoulders. It falls to the ground, the sound of the fabric gentle in the quiet room.
My hands slide over her hips, and I start to gather the bottom of her dress in my hands, bunching it up at her hips until I get to the hem. Then I’m pulling it up and off.
“It’s our room,” I clarify.
Her pupils dilate and I suck in a breath as I look down at my wife clad only in white lace. It’s so fucking sexy, and my cock is throbbing behind the fly of my jeans as if trying to escape and bury himself inside of her tight, wet heat. His favorite place.
Mine too.
“I want you to do whatever you want to the house, Meadow,” I tell her honestly. “I need you to feel at home here.”
If she can hear the desperation in my voice, she doesn’t comment on it, only nods her head slowly as if she’s turning my words over in her head. When her hands drop down to my belt, I still. My eyes sharpen as I watch her.
The slight tremor in her hands gives her away.
“You don’t need to be nervous,” I whisper. “Nothing has changed between yesterday and today when it comes to you giving yourself to me. You were mine yesterday. You’re mine today, but now with jewelry involved.”
“Pretty important jewelry,” she sasses and I can’t help but smile.
I take her mouth in a brutal kiss and pour everything I feel for her into it. I hope she can feel the way I need her, the way I want her, the way I’ll always want her.
I undress her until she’s standing in front of me bare before I follow and strip the rest of my clothes. There’s something fragile in standing in front of my wife completely naked.
Open.
Vulnerable.
Ready to step into life with her with nothing hidden and everything on the table.
She takes me in and then closes the distance between us. Our skin touching feels like a sigh, like it’s just what I need. This time she reaches for me first, pulling me down until she can kiss me. Every time she’s the one to initiate any affection it feels like a fucking victory.
“Wildflower,” I rasp against her lips, “you’re so beautiful.”
She melts into my body, and I pick her up and lay her gently on the bed, following her down to cover her with my frame. The way she arches her back, pressing her perfect tits against my chest tells me just how much she needs me.
The passion my wife contains is something to marvel at.
My mouth slides along her jaw and then down the column of her neck. I kiss and nip along her skin, needing to leave my mark behind. Because her wearing my ring just isn’t enough.
One day I’ll be putting my baby in her belly. Then she’ll be tied to me completely. I can’t fucking wait.
When I get to her breasts, I suck one of her nipples into my mouth as my hand slides between her thighs. Her pussy is gushing the evidence of how turned on she is, and I let out a groan from the back of my throat at how fucking good she feels.
“Always ready for me,” I growl the words around her tit, and she pushes more of her flesh into my mouth.
If I could devour her whole, I would.
“Please,” she moans, her hips jerking as I plunge two fingers inside of her tight channel. I curl them exactly right, the pads of my fingers finding the spot inside of her that makes her gasp my name in a way I’m addicted to.
“After tonight,” my voice drops an octave after I pop off her nipple and leave her skin glistening with my saliva, “there’s no going back.”
It’s a warning. It’s a promise.
“Rook,” her voice is breathless, “I need you. Please. I want you to fuck me.” When I lock eyes with her, she looks dazed, like she’s barely holding onto her sanity.
Her expression clears for a moment; the lust momentarily pushed to the side.
“I don’t want to go back,” she whispers the words like a confession.
Fuck.
That’s all I need to hear.
I shift slightly, positioning myself between her spread legs. I grip the outside of her knee and hike her leg up and over my waist as I position the tip of my cock at her entrance. Our eyes lock and we take a collective breath before I plunge inside of her in one claiming thrust.
Her hips jolt and her back arches, but she doesn’t look away. I don’t either. I can’t.
I don’t want to.
I won’t.
Not today. Not ever.
“Wife,” I rasp the word, feeling it fill my mouth and my heart.
“Husband,” she moans as her hands grip my shoulders.
Fuck me.
“You feel so good. The way you’re squeezing me,” I grit out and blow a heavy breath out through my nose.
I start fucking her, my movements fast and hard. I watch as her mouth falls open on a silent scream. I can feel the way her walls flutter around my length. She’s close.
So, fucking close.
“I want you to come on my cock,” my words are pleading. “Show me how good it feels, Wildflower.”
Needing her to come, even as I clench my jaw to hold back from falling over the edge, I slide a hand between us. My thumb finds her clit and I press down, moving it in maddening circles which make her walls pulse around my shaft.
Meadow’s hips move to meet my thrusts. When I fill her to the hilt, I rotate my hips. My thumb circles her clit again and I can feel her holding back, holding onto her pleasure. But that’s not going to work for me.
Her orgasm is mine.
All fucking mine.
“Wildflower,” I snarl the word, “I want your pleasure. I want to feel the way your pussy begs for my cum.”
Fuck.
The vision of her round with my child swims through my mind. It has my balls drawing up tight. It feels like I’m barely hanging on, but she’s going to come before me. Always.
Always putting her first.
Because she’s mine.
All fucking mine.
Looking down at her, the way her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are glazed over with lust has me thrusting faster and harder. Chasing. Needing.
“Fuck,” I groan, “You’re fucking tight, wife.”
“Rook,” her voice raises an octave and the plea in her voice almost undoes me.
But she’s still holding back.
I’m not sure if it’s because it’s our wedding night or if she’s just stuck in her head. Either way, I want her to fall apart. For me. All for me.
“Come,” I bark out the word.
I watch with rapt attention as she falls apart underneath me. The way she writhes as her slick channel squeezes my length is almost too much. But I don’t want to miss a moment of her lost in bliss. It’s too fucking good to miss.
A tingle races up my spine and wraps around me. I bare my teeth as I try to hold back, but I already know it’s a battle I’m going to lose.
And I can’t fucking wait.
The way her body is milking me mixed with her breathy moans and the way her body locks up, knowing I did that, pushes me right over the edge. I pump into her a few more times before I fill her as deeply as I can, loving the way she stretches around me.
When the first jet of my cum paints her walls, my vision goes hazy. I come hard and it steals my breath for a moment.
It feels like I’m floating, a sensation I’ve only felt when buried inside my Wildflower. She clings to me, her blue eyes sparkling with satisfaction.
Damn, it makes me feel like a victorious warrior. All because I gave her the pleasure she needed. On our wedding night.
We’re both panting as I pull out of her and flop onto the bed. It’s too much distance between us and I hook an arm around her waist and pull her against my chest. The way her body molds to mine is perfection.
My hand runs up and down her spine. The day settles around us, and I turn my head to kiss the top of her head.
“We got married today,” she whispers the words like a wish on a shooting star.
“We did,” I confirm because I need to hear it as well. I take a deep breath and let the truth of what we did, and the weight of the band on my finger, settle. It feels damn good. I can’t help but smile. “Now the real fun begins,” I tease her.
When I look down at her, she’s peeking up at me with a mischievous glint in her eye. The sass in her voice has my cock twitching. Then she shocks me by straddling my hips.
The sight of her above me with every curve on display has my dick hardening so fast it makes me a little dizzy. She rotates her hips with a wicked smile on her face that tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing to me.
“Is that so?” She bats her eyelashes at me, and I can’t help but chuckle. “What kind of fun?”
My hands land on her hips and squeeze before I help to maneuver her over me so she’s grinding down on me.
“I have a few ideas,” the words come out absent, my focus on the way her tits are swaying with her movements.
“It is our wedding night,” my gaze slides up her body and locks with hers as I arch an eyebrow, the challenge clear.
Her head tips back and her laughter fills the room. Warmth blooms in my chest and I know that we’re going to make this work.
There simply isn’t another option.
Meadow is mine and I’m not letting her go.