Page 46 of One Night Bride
We were quiet for a bit, both eating quickly lest we have another seagull encounter. Remington finally threw his napkin on the table.
“So, here’s what I think. I’ll move here to Hell and live with you. I don’t care if Izzy wants to stay, that’s up to you. We’ll keep the place in Tahoe and we can split our time there if we want. I’ll run my business alongside yours wherever we’re at. We can spin our marriage any way you want publicly, as long as it’s out there and we don’t have to hide it.” He leaned forward, pushing his plate to the center and leaning his elbows on the table. “I want to take you out on dates, fly you on trips. I won’t have us be some sort of dirty secret any longer.”
I swallowed hard. “I agree. And I think that’s a wonderful plan.”
His eyelids slid lower. “Glad we hashed that out. Why don’t you come over here and sit on my lap, then?”
I sucked in a breath, instantly turned on. “Izzy?”
He shook his head once. “Said she was spending the night elsewhere.”
I hopped out of the chair and came around to his side. Lifting one leg, I straddled him, but I didn’t sit down. He leaned back in his chair and looked up at me like I was the dessert course. I licked my lips and took ahold of his belt buckle. Sliding the leather out, I unbuttoned and unzipped him too.
“Surprise,” he whispered.
My hot fiancé/husband wasn’t wearing underwear either.
I threw back my head and laughed, right before notching him at my opening and sliding down. The laugher cut off at the sensation of him filling me. We both groaned, our foreheads touching as I adjusted to him. I looked down to see my skirt covering where we were connected, reminding me of that night in Tahoe.
“Deja vu, except this time that bitch Ashley won’t knock on the door and interrupt.”
Remington grabbed my hips and lifted me up before slamming me back down on this lap. His jaw clenched in concentration. “Except this time you consented to be my wife and will actually remember it tomorrow.”
When I didn’t answer, too lost in what was happening under my skirt, he pulled my hair to tug my face back. When my gaze connected to his, he asked, “Right?”
“Yes, yes, yes,” I mumbled each time he stroked back inside me, the string lights overhead catching the faces of the diamond on my finger and making the beams dance around us.
When I screamed his name, trembling and thrashing on his lap, he stilled inside me with a long groan. The ocean breeze cooled us off as we sat curled around each other. His heat seeped through the dress and kept me warm, the protective nature of his hug convincing me this man was the best thing to ever happen to me, even if our start was unconventional at best.
21
Remington
I could just make out the sound of the ocean waves crashing onto the sand below us. The early morning sun filtered through the drapes, gently waking me up from the best sleep I’d had in years. Esme slept on, cuddled up against me with my ring on her finger. After last night, she was mine. Really mine. Not because of a drunken decision that led to a binding piece of paper, but because we’d chosen each other. We’d decided to build a life together.
Life could not get any better.
Well, one thing could make it better. I shifted so the morning wood I’d woken up to pressed against her backside. Trailing a hand across her silky skin, I found her breast, cupping her gently before sweeping down between her legs. Her breathing changed, shifting from low and smooth to short and fast, in a matter of just moments. The way her body responded to me had me feeling like a teenage boy who could explode at any second from the touch of a woman. Her arm moved to her face to rub her eyes open. And then it happened.
Her fucking phone dinged.
Repeatedly.
I swore I might just toss that thing out the window and into the depths of the ocean one of these days. Or at least get her to charge it in a different room. There was no reason to have your phone by your bed while you slept. Whatever or whoever it was could wait until you opened your damn eyes the next day.
Esme groaned and sat up, pulling out of my arms and reaching for the phone. I gritted my teeth and recited in my head the chores I would do if I’d woken up on the ranch instead of Auburn Hill. Anything to distract myself from the ache in my balls.
“Oh my God,” Esme murmured.
I opened one eye to see her jaw hanging open. My other eye popped open, and I sat up to try to see her phone.
“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” she chanted.
And that would have been fine and all if I’d been thrusting inside of her, making her eyes roll back in her head, but as it was, I didn’t like that coming from her mouth just from looking at her phone.
“What’s happening?” I asked cautiously.
Her face drained of color. Even her eyes looked like a wild animal caught in a trap. A sense of dread hit me like a horse kick to the chest. She’d freaked out about that photo of us from the retreat being online, but even then, she hadn’t looked like she was going to puke.
