Page 51 of Hook Up

I normally reserve my affections for behind closed doors. That concept flew out the window the second Greer crossed the parking lot in Vegas, those long legs moving her ever closer to my side. With Gigi, I can’t hold back. Iwon’thold back.

I don’t give a crap who sees us, as I thrust inside her, those stems wrapped around my waist, her nails scratching along my shoulders, spurring me on. The water licks our skin with feather-light kisses as I push her over the edge, feeling her body quiver around me.

Nothing in the world feels this good. Nothing.

Barbados is known for being lenient with marriage laws for visitors to their tiny island. Okay, not Vegas lenient, but far easier than my current state of residence.

Was that a factor in my vacation destination? I’ll only admit that it might have crossed my mind. It’s an amusing aside that Greer mentioned us getting married as part of our deal, but what she doesn’t know is that was theonlyplan all along.

I left for Vegas miserable and jaded. I’ll return home with the most beautiful woman in the world by my side. How’s that for beating the odds?

Gigi wanted a wedding on the beach, the sky kissing the water as we exchanged vows. There was no way that dream wasn’t coming true, despite some uncooperative weather earlier in the day. By the time the sun hit the horizon, the sand was warm and dry, and fluffy clouds danced across the sky.

Perfect. Just like her.

As she walks toward me, wrapped in a flowing blue gown, I pinch myself once more. I’m a diehard romantic, but only for Greer Hammond. She was my first love and now I realize she’ll be my only love.

I couldn’t ask for more.

We exchange vows in the fading light, but our gaze never falters.

She slides the ring onto my finger, her brown eyes misty with tears. “I told you to find me. And you did. You’re the only love I’ve ever believed in.”

Pulling her to me, I claim her lips, tasting the salt of her tears as the deacon pronounces us husband and wife. “I’ll show you how much I love you every day, Mrs. Gray.”

A giggle explodes from her chest. “Mrs. Gray. I’m married. I’m married to Ryder Gray.” Another laugh bubbles up as she shakes her head in disbelief. “I totally didn’t see this one coming when I flew to Vegas.”

“Not at all?” I inquire, cocking a brow at her.

She bites her lip in that endearing fashion, holding back yet another chuckle. “I may have hoped, but you are beyond my wildest dreams.”

“See? Dreams do come true. I knew when I discovered you were single that I was making you mine. End of story. I think I did pretty well.” Lifting her into my arms, I carry her back into the villa. Enough of the ceremony and its niceties. I have a private party with only one other guest—my wife. “How would you like to spend the rest of our wedding night?”

“You. Me. Clothing optional. Sound good?”

“Sounds absolutely fantastic.”

And she is fantastic. Each and every time.

We lie together, the sound of the ocean a calming backdrop for our three hours of passion. My wife is insatiable with sex, and I’m taking full advantage. She loves getting off, and I have made it my personal mission in life to get her off multiple times per day.

What a chore, I know.

My hands drift down the length of her body, her skin softer than silk. To say I’m addicted is an understatement.

“What is your daily life like?” Greer asks, propping her chin on my chest. “Perhaps this is a conversation we should have had before we got married.”

I chuckle, stealing a kiss. “Fairly normal, in the off-season. During race season, I tour the circuit. But, you grew up around enough racing to know that scenario.”

Pressing kisses to my chest, she bites her lip, gazing off in the distance. “I worry about you getting hurt. I know that’s not what you want to hear, but I’ve always worried.”

Stroking her hair from her face, I grasp her chin, directing that dark gaze back to me. “I like hearing that, actually. Good to know I’ve got you in my corner. I want you to travel with me, Gigi. I really want you there.”

“Won’t I get in the way?”

“Never. Besides, I owe you a trip to Paris.”

She nods, but I feel a niggling in the back of my mind. We’re running on pure emotion this past week. Hell, we reunited, hooked up, vacationed together, and now we’re married.

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