Page 40 of ForeverMN

Tears slide down my cheeks and I lift into my tip-toes to kiss him. My husband. My home. My protector. Mine.

Once Ciaran helps me fix my makeup, we get back in the vehicle and join our guests. We are bombarded by screams and cheers the minute we walk inside. Champagne and beer are handed to us while we make our rounds trying to speak to everyone, and take pictures. I hand all my drinks to Ciaran, or one of the girls,and Ciaran winks at me when I do. By the time we were able to eat I’m starving, and thankful that I can keep food down. I know our bubble won’t last long, and we’ll eventually have to tell everyone, but right now I like keeping our circle small.

Throughout the evening we dance, laugh, kiss and enjoy every moment. I’m dancing with Kai when Ciaran steps up.

“Can I take over?”

Kai looks him up and down and playfully pulls me closer. “No. You get her to yourself after this for a week straight.”

Ciaran’s brow rises. “Give me my wife.”

I laugh and Kai pulls me in, kissing my cheek before letting me go. “Now you’re really stuck, Gossip Girl.”

My heart clenches at the old nickname, the one that Kai gifted me with when I first came to Minnesota from New York. He smirks and I hug him one more time before he goes in search of my best friend.

Ciaran pulls me into his arms while Hozier’sWork Songplays in the background. “I can’t wait to get you to myself for the next seven days.”

“The beach will be nice,” I hum in approval, and his arms tighten around me, cradling my body to his. “I’m so glad I’m your wife, Ciaran. I love you.”

His hand trails over my cheek and gently grasps my neck. Our eyes meet and the overwhelming amount of emotion in his gaze makes my knees feel weak. The icy blue color burns hot as he leans down, our lips brushing. “I love you so much. You’re mine forever.”

I nod my head, feeling my insides flare with heat for this man. I press my lips to his. “Are you ready to take me home yet and show me that I’m yours?”

His breath hitches and the hand at my neck flexes against my skin. My pulse picks up. “Think they’ll notice?”

“Do we care?” I taunt him, my hands gripping his sides through his tux.

Ciaran’s eyes scan around the room, and the little smirk he gives me lets me know we’re in the clear. He takes my hand and we manage to sneak out. We get in his truck and make it to our condo in record time. Ciaran helps me from my passenger seat, making sure the long skirt of my dress doesn’t hit the snowy ground. He surprises me further when his arms slide around me and my feet leave the ground. He carries me, bridal style up the front stoop and inside, and something about the romance of being carried over the threshold makes my heart race. The second my feet are on the ground again I’m hooking my arm around his neck and bringing his lips to mine.

Ciaran’s hands run down the back of my dress and over the row of pearl buttons before inching the material of the skirt up my legs. He growls in frustration at how much skirt is actually there.

“I need to feel you, baby. I don’t want to rip your gorgeous dress though.”

I lean my body into his and help push each of the buttons through the holes before the material hangs off my body and I can step out of it. Standing in my strapless bra and white lace underwear before my husband makes the moment even more thrilling. Feeling his eyes eat up every inch of my naked skin sets my blood on fire. His hands move to the backs of my thighs and he lifts my body up, my legs hooking around his waist. Ciaran carries me to our room while I kiss him everywhere I can reach. He moans out loud when I drag my tongue down the side of his neck, tasting him.

“Fuck, Say,” He grunts and drops us down onto the bed. “Do you want to come for me?” he murmurs against my fevered skin. “I’m dying to taste my wife’s sweet pussy.”

He drops kisses down my body while his fingers hook in my panties, tearing them away. His eyes lock on mine, and then his mouth is on me, his tongue darting out to lick and suck at my clit.

“Ci,” I moan his name, my leg hitching up onto his shoulder as I thrust my hips forward. He runs his hands down my thighs, feeling the silky garter bands under his fingertips.

“These fucking stay on,” He demands, his voice gravely and raw. I can’t answer, gasping instead when he also enters me with a single finger. “You’re so wet for me, baby. My wife likes when I lick her tasty little cunt.”

“Yes,” I pant out loud, my hands twisting in his frosty locks.

He hungrily licks through my folds, tasting me everywhere, obscene and almost primal noises leaving his throat. My orgasm builds higher and higher, the tension in my core tightening, wanting release, ready to shatter for him. I was so close, and then he thrusts two fingers inside of me, curling them upwards to stroke that perfect spot. I cry out, my body shaking, my hips thrusting into his face.

Before I fully collapse to the bed, my body still quivering, Ciaran grabs my sides and pushes his cock inside, pounding into me with a fierce intensity that leaves me breathless, and fills my heart with emotion. I can feel him everywhere, his hands on my hips, his lips and teeth on my skin, his thighs beneath mine. Our lovemaking is passionate and raw, every feeling of love and devotion I have for this man pours out of my heart and soul and into his. I come again, screaming his name even while his groan fills the room. He pulses inside of me while my walls squeeze around him, pulling him in farther.

Ciaran finally collapses against me. His forehead presses against my chest where I was sure he could hear my heart beating wildly for him.

“You’re my forever, Saylor.”

“You’re my forever too, Ciaran.” I promise him. He is. Rogue wouldn’t make our lives easy, but every day with this man was one I want to live. He makes me happy. He makes my dreams come true. He was my happily ever after.

The End

Saylor, 5 years later…

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