Page 44 of Wedding Games
‘I’ll keep the rabble at bay whilst you “help Zoe with her tiara”,’ Charlie called after him. ‘Don’t be long. I really don’t want to have to come and find you.’
‘Thank you!’ Zoe called back to him as Rory opened the door and started for the main stairs.
Zoe giggled as he jogged up them. ‘We did it,’ she said.
‘Define “it”,’ he replied, heading down the corridor.
‘We got married.’
He paused outside the bedroom door. ‘Pinch me.’
She tweaked the end of his nose. ‘Do you believe it yet?’
He smiled. ‘Not really. It still feels like a dream.’
He opened the door and placed her gently down. This was where it had all begun. Back then, Zoe was wearing Fiona’s wedding dress, and Rory thought she hated him. Now she was wearing her own, and she loved him.
‘Shall I get the family jewels out now?’ he asked.
It was tradition for the Countess of Kinloch to wear the MacGinley tiara on her wedding day, however the insurance was too great to take it out of the castle so Zoe was wearing it to the reception. Rory wanted to place it on her head himself, so he’d carried the safe up to the room with Charlie the previous day.
She pressed herself against him and lifted the hem of his kilt.
‘I’ll do it,’ she replied, scoring her nails up his solid thighs, and reaching to encircle the hard heat of his cock. ‘These are the only family jewels I’m interested in right now.’
‘Fuck!’ he growled. Her touch was fire, scorching across his skin.
‘I do love a kilt,’ she replied, her breath fast and uneven. ‘But I love what’s underneath it more.’
He crushed his mouth to hers with a tortured groan and she opened to him, her tongue clashing with his as if she couldn’t get close enough.
Every cell in his body lit up as she tugged and twisted up his length, knowing the exact pressure to drive him wild. With her other hand she grabbed his, pushing it under the skirts of her dress. His desire had been simmering all day and had come to a boil. He needed her now. Nothing else mattered.
Under the silk and the net, his hand found the soft skin of her thighs. It was almost his undoing. He rubbed the wet gusset of her underwear and fell apart, pleasure pulsing through him. He hooked his finger under her panties, pressing it into her wet heat.
She broke the kiss with a cry. ‘Oh, god, Rory,’ she gasped, dropping her forehead to his shoulder, her body shaking.
He lifted her to the bed and laid her down, trying to control his breathing.
‘Do you remember?’ he asked, circling her clit.
Her breath was ragged, her expression dazed and confused.
‘The first time we kissed,’ he continued, his heart pounding. He brought his lips to hers, memories and feelings flashing through him.
She moaned into his mouth and reached again for his cock.
He jerked away. ‘Not yet,’ he murmured, pulling the bodice of her dress down over her breasts. He sucked a nipple into his mouth with a growl.
‘Rory!’ Her back arched off the bed. He held her down, his fingers and tongue relentless. He knew exactly how to touch her, how to bring her off with such speed and force it knocked the breath from her body.
She surrendered with a scream as her orgasm hit, bucking and writhing on the bed. But he didn’t stop. He kept rubbing the tip of his tongue over the hard nub of her nipple and circling her clit until she stiffened again, his name on her lips.
‘Zoe, Zoe, Zoe,’ he whispered, kissing her neck.
She reached for his cock, swiping her thumb through the slickness at the tip.
Air hissed in between his clenched teeth.
