Page 53 of Truth
“Jesus, if you even knew what I want to do to you right now…”
“I’d let you,” she finishes.
“Would you?” I challenge, knowing if she knew what was in my head she would run for the hills. It’s the same thing that was in my head the night I tried to take her away. My body is filled with the need to say what I crave.
“Yes, anything…” Her eyes bore into mine, and I know she isn’t lying.
“Truth or Dare, gorgeous.”I’ll never choose dare; I don’t trust myself or youplays on loop in my head.Choose dare, my eyes implore her.
“Dare.” Her face is filled with the challenge I hope she wants to take. She’s perfect.
“Marry me.”
I’ve never held my breath so hard. What the fuck did I just say? She hasn’t moved from my arms or responded, and we just sit here, our eyes deadlocked on each other. The more time spent in silence, the more I want to fuck her into submission.
She pushes up to look at me, eyes filled with anger. “Fuck you, King. This isn’t a game. We aren’t a game. You want me? You fucking ask me for real.”
I reach for her hand, and she swats me away, so I grab for it more forcefully and pull her back toward me. “Quit it. Look at me.” She’s wild, the anger running through her veins making her the sexiest hellion I’ve ever seen. “Marry me.” I watch her eyes blink as they start to well up.
“I said marry me. Drive me crazy, make me mad with desire, just never leave me or I’ll burn this city to the goddamn ground. Marry me and I’ll worship you until I die. Marry me and I’ll make sure anyone that even so much as coughs in your direction regrets breathing. Marry me so that I can finally start to live…I love you, Drew Matthews.”
“Yes, yes, Dominic.” She climbs across my lap to straddle me, planting kisses all over my face, whispering her love to me. “When? Tonight? Tomorrow? Next month?” Her excitement is enough to make me want to recreate this for her every day of our lives.
“Tonight. Let’s go to Vegas, tonight. We’ll be married by morning, back home in bed by tomorrow night.”
“Done. George, change of plans…we need a plan,” she calls over her shoulder before bringing her lips back down to mine. “I love you, Dominic King.”
THE SPARKLE FROM MY WIFE’Sfinger keeps catching the light and making the cabin of our private plane sparkle like a disco ball. I’m jealous of her sleep. I can’t still. I just want to look at her face. This feeling is fucking deep, rooted into my soul. It’s a belonging I’ve never experienced. We said our vows in front of Elvis and promised to love, honor, and revere each other. She refused to say obey; it’s one of the many reasons I love her. Now we sit on our private flight home to Chicago. She sleeps, and I work to make sure our lives transition smoothly.
My email dings, alerting me to a new message from my lawyer. I’m fairly certain they’ve all lost their minds with this news, seeing as we wed without any protection for my assets. I remember when Luca was married; I made sure he protected himself from being robbed blind, but then again, I don’t have a very high opinion of Shelby. I would lay down my life for Drew, but my brother doesn’t share that kind of devotion for his wife. He was a stand-up guy in a difficult situation. His only love is Ella, and he’s a damn good father.
I read the email to see they have some paperwork for me and Drew to sign, and will leave it with an associate until I arrive this evening. After closing down my email, I pull out my phone, unsure of how I am going to handle telling my brother. He’s going to be such a girl about this, pissed off I didn’t have a wedding. The thought irritates me.
“Why does my husband look so perturbed?”
I raise my head to see Drew stretched out like a cat.
“Well, because my lawyers are being a huge pain in the ass, and I still don’t know how to tell Luca.”
“Aww, look at you. A problem you can’t solve by yelling or fucking someone. Okay, let me help. First, whatever the lawyers want me to sign, I’m fine with. I don’t want any of your money. Two, let’s throw a dinner party tomorrow night. At your place, outside in the garden. We’ll invite our nearest and dearest and share the news.” She claps her hands together as a show of her solution superpowers.
“You are remarkable. You know that?” Unbuckling, I lean across, trapping her into her seat, and begin a slow and seductive assault on her neck. My dick is already hard and unwilling to stand down as she pushes me back to my seat. Growling my displeasure, I take my seat again, adjusting my very hard cock.
“Behind you.” She laughs as I look to my right at the flight attendant.
“Go away,” I bark, ascending back onto my wife.
Ducking her head, she apologizes and asks for privacy from the cockblock.
“Dominic King. Do not be rude to people. It makes you an asshole.” Her failed attempt at condemnation is cute. Ignoring her, I go back to kissing her neck.
“I am an asshole,” I mumble, moving up to her jawline.
“No. You’re sweet and gentle and kind and thoughtful and really romantic, but most of all, you’re mine.” We’re nose to nose, and I push my lips out to touch hers gently.
“I am.” It’s not a question. I am hers. I’ll always be an asshole, a foreboding prick, but she rules my heart. Her alone.
“Unbuckle your belt. Pull up your skirt and take off those goddamn panties.”
