Page 60 of Tangled Vows

“I’ve thought about this so many times,” he said, hooking a hand around the back of my thigh and lifting. His cock brushed against my slit, rubbing my still sensitive clit. My eyes fell closed, and I moaned.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded, and my eyes popped open. “I want you to look at me when I take you for the first time.” He flexed his hips and slid against my aching core again, drawing another moan from my lips.

“You’re mine.” His voice came out strained as though he was barely holding onto his control. “I want your eyes on me while I fuck you.”

“Easton,” Igasped, tilting my hips so he could slide inside me. He didn’t fall for it, though. He pulled back before he could sink into me.

“Say it,” he growled, his eyes glittering with an unnamed emotion. This was a claiming. There was no going back. I had no idea what it meant for our future, whether anything would change or if he was just trying to make the best use of our limited time together. But in that moment, I didn’t care. I wanted to be his, even if it was only temporary.

“I’m yours,” I declared, and his hips surged forward. Without warning, he slammed into me with such ferocity, I cried out, not from pain, but from mind-numbing pleasure. He filled and stretched me past what I thought was my limit. But my body was primed and ready to take him. There was no resistance as he thrust in and out, his eyes never leaving mine. He reached between us and pressed his thumb to my clit. I already felt another orgasm building, my stomach muscles tightening in preparation for my release.

“I can’t wait to feel you come around my cock,” he groaned as his thumb circled my clit. “You’re going to soak my sheets again, just like you did earlier.” His words spurred me on, and I tightened around him. He pushed up from me, changing the angle of his penetration. My eyes rolled back in my head as he hit that secret spot inside me that made my legs shake and stole my breath. It was going to happen again. I could feel the pressure building. But this time, I was prepared for it.

“Look at me,” he demanded, his hand cupping my jaw. His thumb brushed my lower lip, then pressed into my mouth while the other continued stroking my clit. I closed my lips around his digit and sucked. He drew in a sharp breath, his gaze growing molten before dropping to where our bodies were joined.

“Fuck, look how good you take me.” I could barely move, but mustered the strength to lean up on my elbows and glance down my body to where he entered me. He pulled out half way and slammed forward, and somehow I took all of him. And that was my undoing.

His thumb fell from my mouth as it opened on a silent scream. I couldn’t draw in air or make a sound as I shattered around him. He held me in place with a hand on my throat as he continued to pound into me, wringing every ounce of pleasure from my body before finding his release. He collapsed on top of me, his lips finding mine as he continued to pulse inside me. He kissed my forehead, muttering praises against my skin before pulling out of me and falling to the mattress in a panting, sweaty heap.

My body felt limp as though my bones had liquefied. I couldn’t move, couldn’t talk, and could hardly catch my breath. My thighs were sticky and wet, and my legs trembled. It was incredible. I had never been so thoroughly fucked in all my life. Not once had any man been as invested in my pleasure as Easton. If I wasn’t careful, I could get addicted to him.

Once he caught his breath, Easton stood and removed the condom before disappearing into the bathroom. He returned a moment later with a towel. My face flamed as he reached between my legs and cleaned me up. Another first for me.

“Can you stand? I need to strip the sheets. Again,” he added with a smirk. My cheeks grew hotter, and I hastily scrambled from the bed. He began collecting the linens while I retreated tothe bathroom. When I returned, the bed was freshly made, and Easton was gone, along with the old bedding.

I climbed under the blankets and lay on my back, staring at the ceiling. A riot of emotions warred inside my chest. I didn’t know what to expect now that I’d broken my one and only rule. I had sex with my husband.

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EASTON

My shoulder slammed into the boards, and I nearly lost my grip on my stick as I fought for dominance over the puck. Nashville’s left wing had been on me like stink on shit since the moment I took possession. He was good, but I was better. I managed to get a pass off to Kent, and my opponent took the opportunity to shove off me one last time before pivoting to face my teammate. Kent squared up like he was ready to take a shot, and the defensemen shifted in anticipation. At the last second, he flicked the puck to Weiss who sent it sailing past the goalie’s shoulder, mere millimeters under the crossbar. The goal light flashed red, signaling the winning shot.

My teammates rushed onto the ice as a mixture of cheers and boos echoed amongst the crowd. Several people clapped me on the back, offering praise for my part in our victory. We won three to two in overtime, and everyone around me was celebrating, but all I could think about was getting back to my girl.

The team had been on the road for days. I’d left Shayla cozy and sated in our bed, her cheeks flushed from our morning romp on Monday. Then I packed a bag and boarded a plane. I hadn’t been able to stop thinking about her since. We’d spentthe entire weekend after my family left wrapped up in our sheets and each other, aside from the few hours I'd spent at the arena each day. We’d turned a corner in our relationship, and now that she’d finally let me in, I couldn't get enough. I wanted her every second of every day. And she was just as insatiable as me.

Once she realized how utterly obsessed with her I was, all bets were off. I couldn’t believe all the crazy ideas she had in her head about me. But were they really all that crazy? Once she finally let her guard down and recounted our interactions from her perspective, it all started to make sense. I could see why she’d interpreted my words and actions the way she had. And it made me feel like the biggest asshole who’d ever lived.

When we weren’t making love, we talked. She told me more about herself and her family, touching on her parents’ divorce and the way her father treated them through it all. I hated Gerald March even more now than I already had. When she got to the part where she started to have health issues, a pang of sadness mixed with barely repressed rage welled up inside me. Not only had she become the primary caregiver to her mother and their only source of income, but she had developed an autoimmune disorder that required her to take medication for the rest of her life.

And there’d been no one to help her through it—aside from her teenage sister—and the two people who should’ve been there to support her were too busy criticizing her or ignoring her existence all together. Her boyfriend at the time, Calvin, had done nothing but beat her down over gaining a few pounds, and her father couldn’t be bothered to offer even a word of comfort. They were both selfish pricks who didn’t deserve her.

Shayla had been dealt a shitty hand, but despite all that, she was a kind, resilient, successful woman. I was utterly in awe of my new wife. I wanted to keep her forever. But how would I convince her that what started out as a temporary arrangementshould become the lifelong commitment we’d vowed to in that Vegas chapel?

“Hello,” someone said, “earth to Walker.” A hand appeared in front of my face, and I blinked away the fog as it slowly waved back and forth. I’d been completely lost in my thoughts as we packed up after the game. I turned to find Kent smirking at me.

“What?” I asked, my voice sounding sluggish even to my own ears.

“Where did you go, man? You were a million miles away.” I couldn’t reveal what I’d been thinking to my teammates, especially the more … intimate parts. It was none of their business.

“I bet I can tell you what he was thinking about,” Maxwell piped up from a few lockers down. “He can’t wait to get home to his smoking hot wife.” He smirked, and there were a few chuckles of agreement as well as some groans from the more mature men in the locker room who were tired of his shit. He’d been making comments like that ever since he found out Shayla and I got married. He had the audacity to gloat about knowing there was something going on between us before everyone else did after the incident in the weight room. Usually, I tried to let his inappropriate remarks roll off my back, but that was getting harder to do, especially now that our marriage suddenly felt much more real. We were connected in a way we hadn’t been previously, and it made his disrespect harder to stomach for the sake of keeping the peace. That stopped now.

“It seems like you spend an awful lot of time thinking about my wife,” I said, taking a step toward him. His smirk faltered. “Maybe you need a reminder that it’s my last name she bears, my ring on her finger, and my bed she warms every night.” His eyes grew wider the closer I got to him, and he backed up until there was nowhere left to go. “She’smywife, and you’ll do well to remember that. The next time you say something inappropriateabout her, you’ll be eating what’s left of your teeth,” I warned, reaching up to flick a finger over the side of his mouth where he was already missing a canine and premolar. He tried not to react, but I caught his subtle flinch. I didn’t typically make a habit of intimidating my teammates or threatening bodily harm, but Maxwell had crossed a line. And I’d do anything for Shayla. She just didn’t know it yet.

I textedShayla the moment our plane landed. It was late, so she could already be asleep, but just in case she was still up, I wanted her to know I was headed home.

Me: Just landed. I’ll be home soon. I’ve missed having you in my bed.

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