Page 62 of The Bourbon Bride

She skims her slick fingers down to her breasts and rolls her nipples, her back arching.

“I need you. Please, Hayes.”

I’m back on the bed in an instant, but I surprise her when I lie on my back next to her and drag her body to cover mine.

“Ride me, angel. I want to see you on top, taking everything you want.”

She slowly lifts her body and scoots so she’s sitting on my thighs, my dick hard and ready in front of her. She eyes my length with trepidation, visually measuring the cock I want to bury as deep as I can into her perfect pussy, bottom out, and push in even more.

“How do I do this, exactly?”

I take her hand and move it to the base of my dick, wrapping her fingers around the shaft so she lifts it straight up.

“Climb on.”

I keep my hand around hers as she shifts, rising on her knees and moving forward so my dick is notched against her opening. She presses down tentatively, her body yielding to my cock and taking me in.

“Oh, God,” she moans as she takes me to the hilt. “How are you bigger this way? I feel you everywhere.”

“Rock your hips,” I instruct, my hands finding the delicious spot where her legs crease at her hips and start the motion. “Up and down is fine, but I think you’ll like this better because of where it hits you.”

Her eyes flutter closed. “Oh, wow, okay, that’s good.”

She takes over the rocking, starting slowly, but discovering the rhythm that suits her quickly and in no time, my angel rides me like a pro. Her hands press into my chest, giving her more purchase to drag her body back and forth on mine as her nails embed in my skin. I hold her tightly, increasing the friction and the motion she’s enjoying. Just watching her face as she gets closer to her release could make me come, but I hold back.

“Oh, Hayes,” she says, her head tipping forward to spill hair around her face as her hips rock harder, dragging out the pleasure that is rising between us. “God, I love this.”

The overwhelming need to be even closer to her pushes me to sit up and I grip her ass in my hands. I pull her hips back and forth again. Her arms wrap around my shoulders, nails digging into my back.

“Come with me, baby.”

I pull and push her hips, my thrusts pumping into her as her body begins its trek to ecstasy. I drag my teeth across her shoulder and nip at her neck as she stops breathing and reaches the cliff.

When she tumbles head-first into her orgasm, I’m right behind her.

I keep my arms tight around her as our hot breaths mix between us, feeling closer to her right now than I have with any other person in my entire my life.

I can’t lose her, no matter what. No matter my greed to have what’s rightfully hers.

twenty-four

Paige

ReturningtoSavannahalittle over a week after I fled my parents’ marriage arrangement, as the newly minted wife of another man, no less, manages to still feel terrifying. Mama really is going to kill me, or I’ll finally give her that heart attack she’s been threatening for years on my account.

We take the Maybach back to The Abyss, and I feel like the wife of Batman in the sleek car as it turns heads through downtown Savannah. I’m glad the windows are tinted dark so nosy neighbors and Mama’s acquaintances can’t glimpse us as the occupants of the extravagant car. I’m sure she would be blowing up my phone faster than the ride through town after the rumor mill alerted her to the return of her prodigal daughter. I’m not quite ready to face her with my news, and her eagle eyes would spot the delicate rings on my left hand immediately.

I look down and admire the rings we picked out together. His yellow gold band matches the setting on my ring, a beautiful oval diamond flanked by two round diamonds, and a third trillion cut diamond flowing out on either side. The diamond wedding band nestles up to the engagement ring and gives some weight to the rings on my finger. He offered me my pick of the entire jewelry store we visited in Atlanta before flying to Vegas, showing me huge emerald-cut stones and blinged-out settings, but my traditional heart went with this one.

“You like your rings?”

“Very much. They’re perfect.”

“Just like you.”

I give him an appreciative smile as he pulls into the garage at The Abyss.

“Is it weird having an apartment at a nightclub?

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