Page 117 of Buckled in Barbwire

“We’re going on our honeymoon.”

“Again?”

“The first one didn’t count,” he rasps into my throat.

I stretch my neck to grant him more room to roam. “Where are you taking me this time?”

“You’ll find out soon. We leave at midnight.”

And then we’re done talking. I’m pinned against theunforgiving surface behind me by his steely demands. Each glide drags against the clench of my inner muscles. The friction builds until I’m burning with the need for relief. He feels my frantic urgency and shifts his hold. I jolt against him when his thumb finds my clit. His downward palm flattens against my center, fingers split apart to frame where he’s spearing into me. That added stimulation is what pushes me over the peak.

A soundless scream rips from me while I convulse against him. Contractions clamp him in a vise, demanding he follows me. His steady tempo fumbles before turning into a pounding rhythm. I’m lost to the spasms of pleasure as he rushes to come along. A final stroke gets him there.

He tenses and lets go. His bellow is muffled against my chest while I cling onto him through the quakes. We ride the orgasmic bliss in silence. Only our uneven breaths dare to break the quiet.

At least until voices carry from the hallway.

Brody lifts his head off me, sweat slicking his brow. “Guess they found us.”

My smile is lopsided and sated. “Or they got lost trying.”

He presses our foreheads together. “I’ll get rid of ‘em.”

“Eh, don’t bother.” I hook my arms around his neck. “It’s our wedding reception, and we’re celebrating.”

The next night…

My stare doesn’t leave Paisley while she gawks at the penthouse suite. She spins in a slow circle, admiring everydetail of the spacious room. Her appreciation doubles once she catches sight of the enormous bed and shower. It reaches triple status when she gawks at the best view of Broadway Street money can buy. I mentally pat myself on the back for bringing us to Nashville.

“And there’s a hot tub,” I tell her while striding to the leather sectional that occupies entirely too much real estate. “It’s on the rooftop.”

“That’s a thing?” Her wide eyes fling to the vaulted ceiling.

Warmth spreads through me. Damn, she’s adorable. I’ll never get tired of witnessing the shock bloom across her features. That’s something I gave her. Pride expands my chest and I find myself grinning. If I spend the rest of my days putting that expression on her face, I’ll be fulfilled.

“Husband?”

It’s only then I realize Paisley has been talking to me. “Hmm?”

“Did you hear me?”

I walk toward her, wrapping my arms around her waist from behind. She’s quick to sag against me. My face lowers into the dip between her neck and shoulder. Sunshine and vanilla greet me when I inhale.

“Apologies, wife,” I murmur against her fragrant skin. “I was just thinking about how much I love to surprise you.”

A contented hum breezes from her. “Is that so?”

“Along with many other things.”

She spins in my hold, our gazes colliding. “Such as?”

“How much I love you in general. Now, what were you saying?”

Paisley parks her chin on my sternum, excitement shining in her baby blues. “Let’s go in the jacuzzi.”

I release her from my hold and step back. “On one condition.”

“Which is?” She bites her bottom lip as I begin unbuttoning my Western shirt.

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