Chapter 20
Chapter Twenty
brOOKS
“That was fun.” Taking Juliet’s hand in mine, I help her out of my truck and onto the concrete of the driveway. She’s carrying her sandals in her free hand, walking barefoot. “I don’t remember the last time I was at a party for like ten hours.”
I smirk and lift her hand to my mouth. Everyone spent all day at the ranch, laughing, eating, and just being together. Some people came and went, but it was a steady stream of celebrations all day.
“And not one of them was mad at you,” I remind her, and she smiles softly.
“No, no one was mad. It was really nice.”
Rather than lead her into the house, I pick her up in my arms and carry her across the street. I can see the candles flickering in the window upstairs.
“What are we doing?” She curls her arms around my neck and kisses my cheek.
“Going home.”
“It’s back there.”
“We’re headed to this home,” I inform her and walk up the steps of the porch, then open the door that was left unlocked, per my request. “I want to spend our wedding night in our forever home.”
“You’re a softie,” she murmurs and nuzzles her nose against my neck, making my cock twitch. “And I kind of love it.”
I head straight for the stairs and climb them easily, then move into what will be our bedroom, and turn so she can take everything in.
“Oh God.” Setting her on her feet, Jules looks up at me with wide eyes and swallows hard. “Brooks.”
A king-sized wrought-iron bed has been set up with pretty white linens and fluffy pillows.
Flameless candles flicker all around, dozens of them, lit and sending bouncing light against the walls and ceiling.
It smells like roses from all the petals spread on the floor, and when I hit a button on my phone, music starts to play out of a speaker in the corner.
“It’ll do,” I say with a nod, and my wife lets out a surprised chuckle.
“This is gorgeous.”
“I agree.” She catches me looking at her and shakes her head. “You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen, Wildfire.”
She turns into my arms, pushes her hands up my chest, then starts to unfasten the buttons of my shirt, one by one, setting my skin on fire.
“It wasn’t a traditional wedding day,” she begins softly. “But it was everything I ever wanted. So much better than traditional.”
“I’m glad you had a good day.” I brush her blond curls behind her ear, then let my fingertips drift down her neck to her collarbone, and my lips twitch when goose bumps break out over her delicate skin.
With my shirt undone, she pushes it over my shoulders, and I let it fall to the floor, allowing her to take the lead.
The dynamic will change soon, but I’ll let her have this control for now.
“My husband is sexy as fuck.” She glides those little fingers down my abs, to my belt buckle, and when my pants are unfastened, I step out of my shoes and then the pants, casting them off to join the shirt on the floor.
“What now, beautiful?”
She starts to lower to her knees, but I shake my head and lift her in my arms.
“Not on this floor,” I tell her with a growl. “No splinters in your perfect knees, Wildfire.”
“But—”
“I didn’t say you couldn’t suck my cock,” I remind her as I join her on the bed, which is actually really cozy, and help her out of her dress. She’s not wearing a bra, and when she’s left in lacy white panties, I growl, not willing to wait any longer to get my hands on her.
“I like pretty underwear.” She shrugs. “But I like it better when you get me out of it.”
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you with this on,” I inform her, tracing the edges of the lace with my fingertip, making her squirm. “It’s too pretty to rip off you.”
Urging her onto her back, I kiss the ball of her shoulder, then drag my lips over to her neck.
She sighs as my fingers find her nipple and give it a good tug.
All day, I envisioned bringing my girl back here and fucking her, hard and rough, the way we usually like it, the way she begs for it, but tonight feels more tender.
Less chaotic.
I want to savor every inch of her, every moan and sigh.
“Grab the headboard, baby.”
She blinks up at me, but does what she’s told, reaching up over her head to hold on to the black iron headboard.
“How did you get all of this up here?”
“I can’t reveal all of my secrets.” I nibble her jawline, then bite her lower lip before licking over it and sinking into her, kissing her deeply and glorying in the groan that comes from deep in her chest.
When her fingers dive into my hair, I pull away.
“Brooks.”
“Hold. The. Headboard.” I bite her chin. “I won’t tell you again.”
“I want to touch you.”
Smiling softly, I nibble her thumb and then her wrist before placing her hand above her head, around the wrung once more.
“You’ll touch me. I promise. For right now, I want to explore my wife’s stellar body, and I want you to keep your hands up there.”
“Bossy,” she whispers, but her eyes are full of humor as I go back to kissing her deeply, my hands taking a tour of her perfect-as-fuck curves. She squirms when my fingers drift up the inside of her thigh, making me grin.
“I fucking love how responsive you are when I touch you. I’ll bet you’re already wet for me, aren’t you?
” I nibble my way down her breastbone to her belly button and draw a circle around it with my tongue before nudging my shoulders between her legs and spreading her open.
“Just what I thought. Your pretty pussy has soaked these panties.”
“Not a surprise,” she murmurs. “Can I touch you now?”
“Not yet.”
Her skin is warm and fucking irresistible, and I press wet kisses over her inner thigh, then up to her core, and grin when she gasps.
“What made you this wet, baby? Was it the thought of your husband fucking you hard and fast?”
She whimpers and bites her lower lip. “It’s the way you touch me. Look at me. Hell, all you have to do is breathe in my vicinity and I’m a faucet.”
I huff out a breath against her pussy, and she moans.
“You like that.”
“You know I like it.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I see her hand leave the headboard.
“Juliet.” My hard voice has her gripping it once more, obviously frustrated.
“It’s my wedding night too, you know.”
With a chuckle, I pull the crotch of her panties to the side, tugging them tight over her clit, making her gasp.
“Oh, I know it is. Wife.”
Fuck, this woman is my wife.
I lower my face and lap at her, from her entrance to her clit, and her back bows beautifully off the bed, pushing her tits into the air, those nipples begging for my fingers. She cries out when I pinch one hard and then move to the next.
“You’re going to come on my face, make a mess out of me, and then you can touch me.” My finger slides through her soaked lips, then pushes inside her, making her groan. “So tight. Fuck, you’re perfect.”
“Brooks,” she moans, shifting her hips. “Please.”
I’m so fucking hard that I’m humping the bed.
Christ, I had her several times this morning, and I’m already starved for her.
All I wanted all damn day was to whisk her away somewhere so I could pound into her, reminding her that she’s mine.
But there was no time to sneak away. Our family and friends didn’t want to let us out of their sight.
Another finger joins the first, and I move the lace aside so I can wrap my lips around her hard bundle of nerves, making her cry out. God, she tastes like pure fucking sin, and she sounds even better, with all of those soft little whimpers coming out of her lips.
“Yes! Holy shit, that’s so good. Just like that.”
Her voice is so rough, so full of lust and need, it only fuels my own. I’m finger fucking the hell out of her, rubbing against her G-spot and making her legs shake next to my ears.
It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
“Come on my face, Wildfire.” I suck hard, and she cries out as the climax moves through her. Her back bows again, her feet dig into my back, and I lap up every delicious fucking drop. “That’s my girl. That’s my good fucking girl.”
She’s mewling, moaning as she comes down from the climax, and when I move over her, caging her between my elbows, she finally lets go of the rungs above her head and wraps them around my back and down to my ass, pulling me against her.
My cock is nestled against her slit, sliding back and forth lazily, as if it’s not pounding and raging, wanting to fuck her into oblivion.
“So fucking wet,” I growl against her mouth. “And all mine.”
“All yours,” she agrees, tipping her hips up in invitation. “Please.”
“Please what?”
“I need you inside me.”
With my mouth covering hers, I pull my hips back, then push inside her perfect pussy. I go slow, so damn slow that we just hold each other’s gaze, soaking the other in.
And when I bottom out, she clenches around me, making me growl against her lips.
“I love you,” I whisper, then pull out until the tip is still inside, and slam back in, making us both moan. The pace is punishing now, no more holding back. I have to fuck her, claim her, ruin her for anyone else.
Because there will never be anyone else.
“Mine,” I growl again and grip her chin in my hand, holding her gaze as my hips thrust hard and fast.
“God, yes. So damn good,” she says. “Fuck.”
“Now you need to come on my cock, Wildfire.” I bite that lower lip. “Fucking strangle me, baby.”
I don’t have to tell her twice because she’s right there. Her jaw drops, and her whole body clenches as her pussy grips onto me so tight, it makes my eyes cross.
“Goddamn, you’re perfect.”
I couldn’t hold back if I tried. I come violently, splashing inside her until we’re both a panting, sweaty, blissed-out mess.
Still inside her, I roll us to our sides so I’m not crushing her.
“Are you okay?” I murmur, brushing her soft hair off her cheek.
“Pretty sure no one’s ever been better than I am right now.” She cups my face and leans forward to lightly kiss my lips.
We lie like this for a long time, quietly talking. Hands exploring. Until we fall into a deep sleep.
“Brooks.”
I shift in the bed, tugging her closer to me. “Go to sleep.”
“I need you to wake up.”
“No. Sleep.”
She chuckles and kisses my chest, but doesn’t nuzzle in to go back to sleep. “We have to go back to the other house.”
I crack an eye open. The sun is still down, and some of the candles’ batteries have died.
But my woman is in my arms, so everything is perfect.
“I’m happy here,” I tell her.
“I need to use the bathroom,” she whispers. “And I think I heard something scamper above us in the attic.”
“It’s not a ghost.”
She snorts. “I think it’s a squirrel or something.”
“It’ll go to sleep if we do.”
“Get up.”
I sigh deeply and drag my hand down my face. “Fine.”
“Come on. If we hurry, we don’t even have to get dressed. We can just scurry over there, and no one will see us.”
I lift an eyebrow and pull her to me. “No. No one sees you naked but me. Ever.”
“Well, then, come on.”
I drag on my slacks—no underwear—and she just loops the sheet from the bed around her like a toga, and we leave the bedroom, headed for the front door. I hear the noise above us, too. It’s probably squirrels or maybe a raccoon.
I won’t suggest bats. No need to scare her.
A few seconds later, we make it inside the other house, and Jules makes a beeline for the bathroom.
I open the fridge for a bottle of water and grin when I see that someone dropped off some food for us. It was probably my mom.
When I get back to the bedroom, Jules is already in bed. Dressed in one of my T-shirts, she’s waiting for me to join her.
“Come snuggle.” She holds her hand out for mine, and I get naked once more, then climb between the sheets and scoop her to me. “That’s better.”
“I have to go back to work later today,” I whisper against her hair as my lips drift back and forth.
“I know. I should, too.”
“Maybe in a couple of months, we can carve out some time for a honeymoon. Where do you want to go?”
She pulls back just a bit to look up at me. I’ll never get over how her blue eyes shine in the moonlight.
“Frankly, I’d love to take some time off together and stay here. Work on the house, spend time at the river, and have all the sex in the universe.”
“That’s a whole lot of sex.”
“You’re up for the challenge.”
I smirk and nudge her nose with mine. “You bet your ass I am. We can always take a trip later, if you want.”
“Where would you like to go?” she asks. Her fingertip drifts over my jawline, and it makes me a little drunk. “If you could go anywhere?”
“I’d love to take you somewhere tropical. Snorkel, swim, hike, and play. Not have to worry about the weather.”
“I changed my mind. Let’s do that.”
With a chuckle, I pull her in for a deep kiss. “We’ll make it happen, baby. Now, get some sleep.”
“Okay.” She yawns and curls up around me, as if we’ve been doing this all of our lives.
As if the past fifteen years never happened, and she’s been here the whole time.
And for the first time in all of those years, I don’t have a pit in my stomach.
I feel complete, like my missing piece is finally here.
Because she is.
And it’s the best feeling ever.