Page 34 of Breakout
I smile at her new name on my phone. It was impulsive of me to change it, but I couldn’t help it. If one of the guys saw, they would be all up my ass about it, but fuck them.
She is my wife. God, I love saying that.
Me
Already here waiting for you. Be up in a second.
Usually I wouldn’t admit that, but tonight is different. Tonight we cement the fact that this marriage may appear to be fake to her, but it’s not for me. Tonight, I will be making love to my wife.
My body shivers at the thought.
I hurry up to her room and knock on the door. She opens it, looking nervous.
Stepping inside, I close the door behind me. “Why do you look like you want to puke?” I ask her.
“This is overwhelming. We are married, Beckett. Like husband and wife.” She looks up at me with wide eyes.
“Oh, I know. I haven’t forgotten, just like I haven’t forgotten how much you enjoy being my wife. The way your pussy clenched around my fingers every time you owned your new title. So why are you freaking out now?” I ask.
She shrugs. “I don’t know. I guess it finally hit me. We got married this morning. This is crazy.”
I take two steps toward her until I am close enough to pull her into my arms. Then I take her mouth with mine, kissing her until she is senseless. When I finally pull away, she looks up at me, dazed.
“Marrying you is the most exhilarating thing I’ve done in my life. It’s the only thing I have ever done that is truly for myself. If you don’t want to be married, we can annul it right now, but ifyou want to go through with this, then let’s consummate it. Make it permanent.”
She gasps, looking up into my eyes. “We agreed to divorce once everything is settled.”
I give her a chaste kiss. “That’s what I meant.”
It’s a lie, though. I don’t plan to ever divorce her.
“So what’s it going to be?”
She frowns. “I can’t shut my mind off.”
I smile at her. “I can help with that, if you are willing to trust me.”
She looks up at me from underneath her eyelashes. “I do trust you, Beck. More than anyone I have in my life.”
“Good. Then you relax and let me take your mind off things.”
Then I kiss her again. And again. I keep kissing her until she is breathless.
“Is it working?” I whisper against her lips.
“Getting there.” She smiles as she keeps her eyes closed.
Taking that as a good sign, I kiss and nip down her neck. I can still see the mark I left earlier in the evening. She was so mad about it, but I felt nothing but pride.
I marked her for the world to see, even if she made up an excuse for it.
I continue to kiss her skin, only stopping to strip her of her shirt, then her bra. As I suck her nipple into my mouth, my hand begins to undo her pants. Pushing the material down, I have her naked as I help her step out of them.
“On the bed, wife,” I growl.I don’t miss the shiver as she does as I ask.
I quickly rid myself of my own clothes before grabbing the box of condoms I brought with me.
“Presumptuous, are we?” she jokes.
