Page 50 of It's Holy Matrimony, Baby

“Because whether I want to admit it or not there’s a chance that something bad is going to happen if we don’t go our separate ways.”

“You’re scared I’m going to be hurt?” He crouches in front of me, balancing on the balls of his feet.

“No.” I drop my gaze away. It’s more of a self-preservation thing. Only I’m worried about him too, because I’m finding it hard to keep my guard up around him. The more time we spend together the more I want to stay here with him.

He places a finger under my chin and lifts my face to his. “For better or worse, right? That includes oranges, broken tables, and curses.”

“But what if it’s real?” It’s like Googling your symptoms. At first you have an uncomfortable itch, but by the time you’re finished with Google you’re convinced you’re dying even though rationally you know you’re not. It’s almost impossible to shake the doubt that every ache and pain you now realize you have doesn’t add up to the worst diagnosis.

“Then we’ll face it together,” he says, giving me the impression that there is no other course of action in his mind. “But if there’s one thing I learned while I was rocking the world as Jase Hunt it was that luck, bad or good, is only a small part of the equation. We can believe in it, and there’s nothing wrong in admitting you do. But we can’t run our lives by it, yeah? Or you give it all the power.”

“That’s why I believe in science and statistics,” I say. “They don’t lie.”

“Are you sure about that? Seems to me that you’re hiding behind them, letting them run your life like this curse makes you want to run from me. Have a little more faith in yourself. In me. You married me for a reason, Beck. You saw something in me, didn’t you? Even though I have nothing to give you but my name. Maybe that’s all you needed. You’re not a McClain anymore. You’re my wife. You’re a Casey.” He smiles softly, and my heart flips in response. “Us Caseys are responsible for our own fate. Even if that means we fuck everything up.”

I clasp his hand and cup it to my cheek. All the numbers and science in the world didn’t prepare me for Nox Casey. Or for the things he makes me feel. “Not everything.”

“Is that right?” He strokes his thumb over my cheekbone. My skin hums everywhere he touches me.

“Somehow you know exactly what to say and do when it comes to me.” Twisting my hand into the soft cotton of his shirt, I tug him closer so I can brush my lips over his. If only his confidence could rub off on me.

He loses his balance with the sudden movement, toppling forward and taking me with him. I’m flat on my back underneath him. His knees cage me in at the hips as he braces himself with one hand on the seat of the couch. I’m caught in his stare while he hovers over me. Lost. Or maybe... found. Slowly he lowers his face to mine. An inch still between us, his breath caresses my skin and a dirty smirk plays on his lips. “Good to know I’m doing something right, Angel. If I can’t please my wife, then we have a problem.”

“You please me.” God, how he does. I slide my hands under his shirt, along the tight grooves of muscle in his torso and the planes of his pecs. “Turn me on. Satisfy me. I can’t get enough of your hands on me. Your mouth on me. Your cock buried deep inside me.” I rub my thighs together. I can practically feel him, I want him so much. “I need you even now. Filling me up. Making me come.”

“You’ve got me.” He groans as he crushes his lips against mine, strokes his tongue along mine. Deepens it. Demands I give in to the urgency that lies under the surface of his tenderness.

Arousal rushes through me, causing a throb between my thighs. I’ve never wanted to be as close to another person as I do with Nox. Need eats me up. My hands roam his back, bunching his shirt up around his shoulders. He pulls back long enough to drag it over his head and drop it on the floor before we’re kissing again. One big hand cups my breast through my crop top and bra. He rolls the nipple between his fingers, and I hiss as I arch off the floor.

Leaving a trail of kisses along my neck, he sucks at my breast. My clothing does nothing to stop the heat of his mouth. It radiates outward until my whole body is burning for him. “Please, Nox. I want to feel you.”

“Going to give you what you want. But I want you naked first. Skin on skin.” Grabbing my top, he peels it from my body. My bra follows. Added to the pile of things that were in the way. He runs a trail with his fingers down my midriff, leaving goose bumps in his wake. “Nothing between us. Want your scent all over me like it was the first night we spent together. Your fingernails digging into my skin, leaving your mark on me.”

I want that too. Need the impressions of his fingertips and his masculine smell still slightly sweet like oranges branded into my skin like a memory that can never be scrubbed away.

His fingers shimmy under the waistband of my shorts, and I forget to breathe as he strums my clit before dragging the clothing down, along with my panties. He climbs to his feet while he pulls them down my legs, and I kick to get untangled before getting to my knees and reaching for the fly of his jeans. He helps me shove them down his hips, covering my hands with his own and pushing the thick material over his muscular ass and freeing his erection. A bead of pre-cum leaks from the tip of his cock and my mouth waters as I rub it over the fat crown. I wrap my hand around him and stroke several times.

A moan escapes his parted lips as his eyes flutter shut. He’s breathtaking. His cock pulsing in my hand, thick and proud. His pre-cum lubricating my palm. I bow over it and take it in my mouth. Swallow around his girth and taste him. He’s spicy and a little bit salty on my tongue. Rocking back and forth, I run my lips up and down his length.

“Damn,” he says staring down at me as he grips my head between his hands and thrusts into my mouth, hitting the back of my throat. “You have no idea how much I want to come in your pretty, wet mouth. How much I want to see you swallow me.”

His words spur me on. A gush of wetness coats my thighs. I want to reach between my legs to ease the ache as he slides in and out of my mouth, becoming rougher each time. His breathing becomes the harsh tempo that our rhythm is set to. Cupping his balls, I roll them between my fingers while I tighten my lips around him.

“Fuck,” he whispers through clenched teeth as his hips jerk to my face and hot salt spills across my tongue and down my throat. He slips from my mouth as I swallow his cum. His hands stroke my face, swipe the wetness from my lips, and grasp my chin. “Fuck, watching you do that was beautiful.”

I climb to my feet and lick my lips as he fully sheds his jeans. Traces of his taste still linger, but he kisses me anyway as he moves to the couch. Lying down, he guides me on top of him until I’m straddling his shoulders.

“My turn,” he says, his voice rough. Splaying a hand across my back, he tips me forward so that I have to brace myself against the arm of the couch as he slips lower between my thighs and rasps his tongue along my seam. “Going to make you sing for me while I eat this perfect pussy.”

I death grip the couch as he takes his time licking, biting, and sucking at me. His mouth is so hot against my sensitive skin, his tongue circling my clit and diving into my entrance. It makes my world spin. I’m eager and aching and greedy for more. The pressure he creates inside me builds as he tongue fucks me closer and closer to the edge, until I’m panting, mewling for him the way he knew I would.

I whimper, rocking against his face, and he grips my hips tight enough to leave marks as he holds me to his mouth and thrusts into me like he can’t get enough. And I can’t. I can’t get enough. I need more of him. I need him to fill me. I need his cock in me, his body close to mine. But he does this thing with his tongue that sets off fireworks in my blood and turns my vision dark. I cry out for him. Warble. Trill. A sound I didn’t know I could make bursts from my throat as I bow over him. My body explodes with pleasure and then comes back together. His grip on me eases but he continues to lick and suck at me. Until I have to pull away because it’s all too much.

He sits up as I shuffle back. Then he grabs my waist and twists me so that I’m lying on my back on the couch. His erection is rigid and hot and bobbing against my thigh. “Need to be inside you now. Going to spread those sexy pins for me?”

“Fuck me. Please. Need you too.” I spread my legs to cradle him and give him better access. His cock eagerly pushes at my entrance as he kisses me. I taste myself on his tongue and another flush of arousal sweeps through me.

“Going to make you come all over my cock, Angel.” Balancing his weight on his elbows he pushes into me.

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