Page 44 of 4 Weddings and a Feud

He led her into the bedroom where he’d dumped his bag earlier. She’d tossed her bag into a different room, and neither one of them had picked the largest bedroom, the one with the ensuite bathroom with the enormous round tub and the shower that would comfortably fit four people. That made it the perfect neutral ground for a night of play. He grabbed the box of condoms, which he’d conveniently stuck in an outer pocket, and led her into the biggest bedroom.

He flicked on a switch, and wall sconces cast a soft glow on the white comforter and dark wood furniture. A pair of wide brown leather chairs sat in one corner next to a small table and a lamp.

Releasing his hand, she walked to the bed and lifted an armful of throw pillows. She placed them on top of the dresser, then returned to tug back the covers. If it were up to Alex, he’d have tossed her on top, pillows and comforter be damned. But Mary was in charge here, and she knew it. She settled into the middle of the mattress, propping herself up against the upholstered headboard like a queen.

She made an elegant gesture with her hand. “Go on. Strip.”

All the blood had raced to his other head, so he had no smart remark on the tip of his tongue. He set the condoms on the bedside table and shoved down his sweatpants. He stepped out of them.

Mary licked her lips and focused on the bulge in his boxer briefs.

Hooking his thumbs into the waistband, he stripped them off and stood before her, naked. His rigid dick pointed him the way to the bed. Since it was the only head thinking clearly, he followed its instructions and climbed up beside Mary. Her olive skin glowed in the muted light.

He leaned over to kiss her plush, pink lips. She reached into his hair, her fingers scratching at his scalp in a way that sent shivers down his spine. How was it that everything she did turned up the dial on his attraction? Once he finally sank into her, he’d have to fight his own body not to finish in a matter of seconds.

He cradled her jaw and tilted her face to deepen the kiss. She tasted like berries and the sweet chenin blanc they’d had with their dessert. She kissed like she wasn’t thinking of anything else, not her business, not her brothers, not even their history. Only him. He couldn’t get enough. He kissed down her jaw, along her neck where the lamplight gilded it, and up the slope of her breast.

She arched her back and let out a soft moan. Seeing the red patch of beard burn he’d left on her breast, he dropped gentle kisses over it, then licked a circle around her nipple. It was also slightly swollen from his rough attentions earlier. He looked up to check in with her.

Her fingers wrapped around his cock, and she squeezed, making his vision go gray. “Stop teasing me, Alex.”

He allowed himself one thrust into her hand. “It’s called foreplay, darling.”

“A week of foreplay is enough, don’t you think?” She gentled her grip and pumped him once.

He doubted anything would ever be enough with Mary, but he couldn’t say that. He had to wrest back control or she might see exactly how she affected him.

“Fine, you want my cock? I’ll give it to you. Lie down and spread your legs.”

He waited until she did what he’d instructed. Her dark hair fanned out across the white pillow, and she bit her lip, turning it darker pink. He took his time opening the box of condoms and slipping one out. He ripped it open, tossed the wrapper on the table, and set it at his tip. Then he watched Mary as he rolled it on. Her eyes didn’t leave his dick, and she licked her lips.

Moving to kneel between her legs, he slid his hands up the insides of her thighs until his thumbs met at her center. She was wet and ready, blooming open for him. God, what a gift.

Grasping her hips, he lifted her over his thighs to tilt her pelvis up. His knees wouldn’t last long in this position, but neither would his orgasm. And if he did it right, hers would be so intense she wouldn’t care.

He notched himself at her entrance, then slowly pushed in. Her lips parted as she watched the flex of his hips.

When he was all the way inside, he paused. “How does that feel?”

“Ah-amazing.” Her knees squeezed his sides.

He licked his thumb, then set it on her clit, pressing gently. “And now?”

She arched her back. “Uh—uh huh.”

He’d never known Mary to be nonverbal, but it seemed good in this situation. Keeping his thumb in place, he backed up his hips and slid forward. Her tight squeeze took away his words as well. He grunted in pleasure.

She reached forward and grabbed his ass, digging her fingertips into his glutes and spurring him to move faster. He obeyed, rocking shallowly, hoping he was getting close to her G-spot as her breathing grew rapid. Her face glowed pink, and she gasped in rhythm with his thrusts. It was like they were made for each other, created to give each other pleasure. Her channel tightened around him, and it was all he could do to keep his eyes open, watching for the signs of her climax. Because she was coming first, no matter how long he had to hold out. He’d mentally recite his company’s mission statement and each of the Nevada Gaming Commission’s regulations if he had to.

But with a slight vibration of his thumb, Mary cried out and tightened her grip on his butt. He’d have bruises tomorrow, but he didn’t care. He stilled, waiting until her muscles slackened around him.

“Can I come on your skin?” he asked through his clenched jaw.

“Okay.” Her smile was loose and relaxed.

He pulled out, ripped off the condom, and groaned as he let go, pulsing wave after wave of his pleasure across her belly and onto the undersides of her glorious breasts. God, if he’d known it would be like this, he never could have held out this long. A week of foreplay? Try twenty years. After that long, he should have known the payoff would be phenomenal. It had been worth the wait to share pleasure like this.

She slipped her hand onto his and tugged him off her clit, then knit their fingers together. She surveyed the stripes he’d painted across her skin. “Oh my god.”

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