Chapter 29
Two Months After Auction
Three Years Prior
Walking toward Phoenix, I pretend like this is the wedding I used to dream about in high school. He’s my one true love and I’m his. I don’t recognize anyone except Phillip, Clara, and Rex. I wish Anna was here. When I stop in front of Phoenix, the priest doesn’t ask who gives me away. Because no one is giving me away.
Phoenix is taking and there’s nothing anyone can do to stop him. He lifts my veil and cups the back of my neck before bringing his forehead to mine. I suck in a breath and close my eyes, bringing my hands up to cling to his forearms. It’s moments like these that make me think Phoenix isn’t a terrible person.
He has some kind of plan, but he’s not letting me in on it. “I promise I’ll make this good for you, Kenz.” I open my eyes and stare into his icy gaze. Does he mean the wedding or the marriage? “Both,” he answers, reading my mind. I swallow and accept that he will stand behind those words.
“Okay,” I whisper. Relief flashes in his eyes and he nods slightly before releasing me, and the priest begins the ceremony.
Phoenix does make the wedding good. Better than good. After the ceremony, we take a few more not so risqué pictures and then he escorts me to the makeshift dance floor where we have our first dance as husband and wife. He holds me close as we rock back and forth. It does things to my heart when he doesn’t look at anyone or anything else except me.
“You look breathtaking,” he murmurs before his lips brush against mine. I want to keep my heart in a cage, but he’s making it so hard. I rake my fingernails up his scalp, hoping he’ll deepen the kiss, but he doesn’t. “Later, love,” he promises. My stomach does a somersault, but I try my best not to let it show.
“You look amazing, too,” I tell him as other people begin to join us on the dance floor. His hand lowers from the middle of my back to my lower back, his fingers grazing the top of my ass. “Phoenix,” I whisper.
His chuckle is dark. “This is just foreplay, love.” I stumble slightly, but he doesn’t let me fall.
“Foreplay?” I ask. His lips skim the pulse on my neck as he hums.
“The anticipation of what’s to come.” So, he is going to make me come later. Before he can expand further or I can ask anymore questions, the song ends. We cut the cake, I throw my bouquet, and he removes my wedding garter with his teeth before throwing it. By the time the reception is over and he’s walking me into the house, I’m ready to jump him.
It’s not fair how he completely disarms me, but at this moment in time I’m not angry about it. I’m ignoring the reality of things and riding the high only he can give me. He stops in the kitchen where a bucket filled with ice is chilling a bottle of champagne. He grabs it along with two glasses before grabbing my hand and leading me up the stairs to his bedroom.
He opens the door, but doesn’t pull me in. “Stay here,” he says as he goes in and places the bucket and glasses on the dresser. I glance around from the doorway as I wait for his next instructions. The walls are gray and the king size bed is covered in dark green bedding. It looks more modern than the rest of the house. The lighting is turned down low, creating a romantic ambiance.
Phoenix returns to me. Before I can ask him what he’s doing, he’s lifting me in his arms and carrying me across the threshold of his bedroom. “This is our bedroom now,” he murmurs before setting me down on my feet. I’m surprised at his romantic gesture, but he did say he was going to make it good. I guess he meant it.
“I bought you something.” He walks into the closet and comes out holding a white box wrapped with a white ribbon. He hands it to me and I stare at it for a few seconds before I begin to pull on the ribbon, but he stops me. “Go into the bathroom and open it. And if you want, come out wearing it.”
He’s giving me a choice. How very unlike him. I look from the box to him, my breath coming out in pants. “Okay,” I whisper. He points out the bathroom door, but I stop in front of him and turn around. “Can you unzip my dress?” I ask. His breath tickles my neck as he unzips my dress. His knuckles graze my spine slowly.
Is this foreplay as well? I like it. Once I get in the bathroom, I quickly open the box and stare at the black lace. Lifting it out of the box, I smile at the thought of his look when I walk out of here with this on. It’s a black lacy babydoll with a thong. I pull it on and stare at myself in the mirror. It’s see through, but the lace covers my nipples, giving a little tease.
I take a deep breath and force myself to walk out of the bathroom. Phoenix is standing at the window, staring outside. He’s stripped down to just his boxer briefs and I suck in a breath. He is gorgeous. Tattoos cover his arms and chest. I’ve only had glimpses of them up until this point. Seeing him almost completely bare makes me a little less nervous and a lot more ready to see where the foreplay is headed.
Phoenix turns to face me, his eyes take in every inch of me. My breathing quickens along with my pulse as he walks toward me until he’s standing so close I have to crane my neck to look up at him. “Fuck, Kenz. I’m going to buy you one of these in every color.” He wraps his hand around the back of my neck and hauls me against him.
I wrap my arms around his neck as his lips capture mine. This kiss is filled with lust and a promise of what the night holds. He wraps his other arm around me and lifts me. I grip his hips with my thighs as he carries me to the bed and gently throws me on it. He doesn’t follow me. Instead, he stands at the edge and stares down at me.
I wish I knew how to be sexy. Is there something I should be doing? He grips his clothed cock and rubs it once, making megasp. “Place your feet flat on the bed, love.” I bend my knees and place my feet flat on the bed like he instructed. The lingerie falls to my waist, but my legs are closed so I don’t feel exposed.
He places one knee on the bed as he licks his lips. “Spread your legs.” I swallow twice before I’m able to get the courage to do as he said. He doesn’t try to make me go faster, he simply waits. When my covered pussy comes into view, his eyes darken and a rumble works its way through his chest.
“Jesus.” He grips one of my ankles and pulls me to the edge of the bed. I yelp in surprise. “Are you wet for me, love?” I nod. There’s no sense in lying. His hand trails up my shin to the inside of my thigh before he rubs his thumb over the lace covering me. I gasp, arching slightly, wanting more.
He grips my thong. I lift my hips, allowing him to pull it down my legs. I keep my legs closed, nerves settling in my stomach. We’ve had sex, but all our clothes stayed on. Yes, he’s seen me naked, but this is different. He shakes his head at me. “Don’t be shy, love. I’ve been thinking about this all day.”
His hands grip my knees and spread them. I squeeze my eyes shut, sucking in a breath. “Eyes on me, Kenz.” I pop my eyes open. He smiles at me. “Good girl.” His lips touch my knee, but he keeps his eyes on me as he trails up my inner thigh. I suck in a breath right before he sucks my clit into his mouth.
I cry out and grip the back of his head. He lifts his head slightly, grinning up at me. “That’s right, love. Let everyone know who you belong to.” Then he dives back in. He sucks and licks, pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I lift my hips, trying to ride his tongue. He pushes my legs further apart and I allow them to fall to the bed as he takes me higher and higher.
“Nix, fuck,” I moan. He inserts a finger and rubs my inner wall. “Oh, god. Please,” I whimper. He inserts another finger and licks me over and over before sucking my clit into hismouth. I explode and he continues to lick and rub until I’m so sensitive I push him away. He chuckles as he leans up.
Wiping his mouth, he crawls over me. He grabs the lingerie; I lift my hands and allow him to pull it off me. His eyes take in every part of my body. I don’t shy away from his perusal. It makes me feel sexy because I see how badly he wants me. A surge of boldness overcomes me, so I trail my hand up his thigh and cup him.