Page 30 of Spreading Her Wings

Her brown eyes were hazy but didn’t leave mine as the ball went spinning around the wheel. The room stood still. The ringing machines and the slurred words of the drunk parties playing poker at the tables around us all faded away. I could hear the way Katie’s heart pounded in her chest and nervous breaths filled her lungs. Excitement was like electricity between us, and when Simone and Jackson shrieked, the electricity shocked me.

A green zero.

“Well, how about that?” The dealer looked at the ball rocking back and forth in the green space, our cheering drawing the attention of the well-dressed pit boss watching the tables.

“We’re getting married!” Katie shrieked, slamming her mouth against mine and eagerly sucking at my lips until I took control of hers.

I tightened my arms around her, knowing the gin and gambling had tinted our judgment, but I didn’t care. “Yes, we are, kitten.”

Lifting her, I threw her over my shoulder. She instinctively covered the lower part of her ass where her leather dress started to rise while I carried her. Simone stopped by one of the tables in the bar, scooping the purple and teal silk flowers from the vase and passing them to Katie.

“Let’s go get you married!”

The ground floated beneath me as Auston carried me into our room, both of us laughing loud enough to easily wake any neighbors. I ran my lips along his neck when he kicked the door shut behind him, squealing when he tossed me onto the bed.

“You know,” he said, pulling his shirt over his head in one swift motion and crawling onto the mattress behind me, “it’s our wedding night.”

“And that means…” My heart raced in my chest, a wet warmth rushing between my legs. The memory of him capturing my mouth when Elvis pronounced us husband and wife caused me to bite my lip.

He nodded. “Yes, kitten. It means I’m going to fuckingdevouryou.”

I gasped when he grabbed me by the ankles, yanking me down the bed and closer to him. His hands were gentle but frantic as he fought the zipper on the back of my dress, and I rolled to the side to help him gain access. Was he going to tear it?He wouldn’t; he loved this dress.When he got the zipper to move, he cheered, pumping his fist in the air, and I giggled.

“I told you you were mine, didn’t I?” He quickly pulled the dress off my shoulders and down my body, leaving me in the thin, black lace panties. When he dropped it on the ground behind him, he kept his eyes pinned on me.

My nipples peaked under his stare, and my core fluttered. His hands were more controlled when he gripped the lace and slid it down my thighs. He leaned down, following the trail with the tip of his tongue. I took a deep, steadying breath, trying to slow the shaking in my hands. “Auston…”

“Yes, Mrs. Johannson?”

When he said it, my stomach flipped, and I got wetter. I wanted to run away and bury myself under the pillow at the same time, but I gripped his hair, pulling his face to mine. “I kind of like the way that sounds.” I didn’t recognize the growl in my voice.

“Do you? What else do you like,Mrs. Johannson?”

The words caught in my throat. “I…”

“Tell me.” He ran his teeth along my collarbone and back up my neck, biting at the side of my jaw.

I groaned, grabbing onto him and rolling on top, pressing his shoulders into the bed. “I like you, okay? I fucking likeyou!” His lips were soft when I leaned down to kiss him, and they tasted of the gin we’d been sipping on all night. It was starting to become my favorite taste— Auston and gin.

When I pulled my lips back from his, he stared at me. The fuzzy filter from shot after shot was still hovering, but every feature of his face was clear. I met his hazel eyes with mine. “That’s good… because,Mrs. Johannson,you’remine.”

“No,” I hissed, dropping down until my lips hovered just over his. “You’re fuckingmine, Auston Johannson.” He growled when I closed my mouth over his again, grinding against the growing erection in his jeans. “These lips? They’re mine.” I bit his bottomlip, tugging at it until my teeth popped off the end, and he narrowed his eyes.

I ran my nails down his neck and chest, tracing every outline of his tattoos and following my hand with my tongue. “This body? Also mine.” His breathing hitched when I hooked my nails behind the waistband of his pants, but he didn’t take his gaze from me.

“And this cock isfucking mine!” I yanked to unhook the button, tugging the pants down until his erection bounced free. My mouth watered, and I licked my lips.

His breathing was heavy as he fisted the sheets beside him. “Fuck.”

I hummed while I ran my tongue along the bottom of his cock, dragging it from the base to the tip and running it through the slit in the end. He bucked his hips when I closed my lips around the head, sucking lightly.

“Shit, Katie,” he groaned.

The sound of my name encouraged me, and I pressed my tongue to the bottom, sliding my lips down his erection until I met the base. My throat fluttered around him, pulling a gasp from him and sending a warmth to my core.

His hands were gentle when he weaved them into my hair, but when he closed his grip and pulled, they were hungry. I let him help guide my movements, meeting each thrust of his hips with my lips. When his grunts became shorter and sporadic, and his thighs clenched beneath me, I knew he was nearing the edge.

With a moan, I swallowed him again, rocking my head from side to side while he held it with both hands. “Katie, babe, fuck.” His voice was husky and low, and when he came, I swallowed, following behind with my tongue to lap up each drop.

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