Page 8 of Just Married

“Remind me to smack Charles next time I see him,” Tammy says without humor when she sees Troy hitting on another bridesmaid, Shelia, I think. Charles should be scared. Tammy doesn’t make idlethreats.

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Once again,Peyton and I are seated next to each other and she’s doing everything in her power to ignore me. I’d find it hilarious if it didn’t frustrate the hell out ofme.

“Crap,” Peyton says as her fork hits the floor between our chairs. Before she has a chance, I reach down and grab the utensil. And because I’m done playing fair, I trail the back of my hand up the length of her leg, caressing her soft skin. I smile to myself when she gasps. I hold the fork out to her and she just stares at it for a moment before slowly reaching out forit.

“Thank you,” she saysbreathlessly.

I lean in close so that my lips are a scant inch away from her ear. “You’re welcome,wife.”

She groans in response and it’s not in pleasure. Peyton pushes away from the table and stands. Tammy gives her a questioning look to which she responds with a shake of her head before quickly walking toward the restrooms. I manage to wait a whole half a second before I follow afterher.

I push into the ladies’ room surprising an older woman that’s washing her hands at one of the sinks. I put a finger to my lips and point at the closed stall door. The woman smirks knowingly and quietly exits. I lock the door behind her and lean against it, waiting for my bride to stop hiding. I don’t have to wait long because as soon as she thinks she’s alone, she opens the door to the stall. She’s so lost in her thoughts that she doesn’t even realize that she isn’talone.

My heart cracks a little when she braces herself on the counter and her head falls forward. I close the distance between us and wrap my arms around her body from behind. She stiffens in my hold, then sags into me. I turn her in my arms and hold her close. I expect a fight, but she simply wraps her arms around my waist and rests her head on my chest. I’m not an idiot, I know she’s only seeking comfort from me because I’m the only person who knows the secret that’s got her soupset.

When I hear her sniffle every instinct in my body goes into protect mode, yet the thing she needs protecting from is me. I know she regrets last night, but I don’t, and I won’t give up on making her mine. Legally, I’ve bound her to me and I’ve claimed every inch of her body. Now, it’s time for me to claim her heart and soul. I want it all with PeytonHart.

Her watery green eyes look up at me pleadingly. I brush a loose strand of hair from her face. “Peyton, baby…” I start but trail off because I have no clue what tosay.

“Kingston.”

Her voice catches at the end of my name and I can’t take it. I cup her cheeks in my hands and study her. Her lips are painted red and begging to be kissed. I don’t know how to handle her tears, but I do know how to handle those sinful lips of hers. Moving in slow, I give her plenty of opportunity to stop me before I brush my lips against hers. I study her reaction, and when she doesn’t pull away I press my lips more firmly against hers. Her beautiful green eyes flutter closed as she tips her head back giving me better access. I lick her plump lips, asking for entrance. I don’t have to wait long because she parts her lips and slides her tongue alongmine.

My cock hardens, and it takes what little self-control I have to keep myself from rubbing against her. Instead, I deepen the kiss, our tongues dueling for control. She’s gone from a passive participant to aggressive and taking what she wants. My cock throbs in response to her fire. I want to lift that tiny little dress over her ass and fuck her right here against the sinks. I want to pound into her until she’s screaming my name for all the people in the restaurant tohear.

She pulls away from our kiss desperately sucking air into her lungs. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are heavy with desire. Not wanting this moment to end, I trail kisses down her neck, stopping to lightly suck the skin over her rapidly beating pulse. She threads her fingers through my hair and pulls… I’m not sure if it’s to hold me closer or to pull me away, but either way, I’m not done with her yet. My lips coast down her chest, I nudge the slinky fabric of her dress aside and am rewarded when her pretty pink nipple comes into view. I groan when I realize she’s not wearing a bra and I have to wonder if she’s completely bare underneath this dress made for sin. I’ll find out soon enough. First, I need to taste hernipples.

My tongue darts out, circling the hardened nub. Peyton’s fingers tighten in my hair again and I take that as encouragement, so I repeat the motion until she’s whimpering in need. I suck her nipple between my lips and nip at the swollen tip with my teeth. Her hips rock into me and I take that as my cue to give her more. I run my hands up her thighs, pushing her dress up as I go and exposing a pair of barely-there black lace panties. This time it’s me groaning because they expose more than they cover. I fall to my knees in front of her and bury my face in the apex of her thighs taking in the sweet scent of herarousal.

Glancing up, I’m met with Peyton’s hooded eyes trained on mine. I hold her gaze as I pull her panties down and off, stuffing them in my pocket for safe keeping. My eyes move to the delicious treat in front of me. She’s completely bare, minus a small trail of light brown curls leading to her slit. She’s so wet I can see her pussy glistening and I lick my lips in anticipation. Her eyes shutter closed as I run my tongue over her pussy lips. I lap at her lazily, content to savor themoment.

“Please,” Peyton gasps as she rocks her hipsforward.

“Tell me what you want,baby.”

“I… lickme.”

I run my tongue over her again, doing exactly as she said, but not giving her what I know she wants. Her fingers dig into my hair infrustration.

“What’s wrong?” I ask with asmirk.

“Kingston,” shemewls.

“Tell me where you want my tongue,” I say before continuing to lick her in the sameway.

“My… my clit. Lick myclit.”

“As youwish.”

I spread her open with my thumbs and circle her clit with my tongue, teasing the sensitive nub. I flick my tongue over it until she’s panting. She whimpers in protest when I move away from her clit, but it quickly turns into a moan when I thrust my tongue inside her. I slowly fuck her with my tongue as I press my thumb over her clit, rubbing tight circles around the sensitiveflesh.

“Oh, God. Oh… Kingston.” She’s practically screaming myname.

“Baby, unless you want the whole restaurant to know what we’re doing in here, you need to bequiet.”

I smile when her hand flies up to cover her mouth and her eyes beg me not to stop.As if.I slide my fingers through her wetness and plunge two deep inside her, loving how wet she is for me. My lips encircle her clit and I suck the swollen bundle of nerves, her pussy tightens around my fingers in response. There’s a knock on the door and panic flares through Peyton’s eyes. I don’t stop what I’m doing. I lick and suck her clit while my fingers fuck her relentlessly. The knock soundsagain.

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