My wife believes in soul mates. I, on the other hand, believe in taking what’s mine. There isn’t a lifetime she could hide in where I wouldn’t hunt her down. Fate didn’t marry us today—I did.
It’s not that I did it without her permission so much as she just hasn’t been formally notified yet.
It wasn’t even that hard. All I had to do was purchase property in Montana, make it my primary residence, establish a little trust with the locals, and get the county to perform a proxy marriage—which is a walk in the fucking park once you forge the paperwork.
Kelly showers with her head tilted back, water sluicing off her inked skin.
She’s so goddamn beautiful I can hardly speak. I lean against the doorframe, admiring the way the steam winds itself around every luscious curve.
Bringing the lowball glass to my lips, I let the smooth smoky Foxx Bourbon coat my tongue, while my fist tightens around the plain white shirt in my other hand.
I didn’t even know proxy marriage existed until a couple years ago. That was when the wheels in my head began to turn. Apparently, residents of Montana have the option where one or both parties are able to marry each
other by representing someone as their proxy—in this case, Thor.
“Are you going to join me or just stand there and watch?” Kelly asks.
I smirk and push off the doorjamb, setting my things on the bathroom counter. Well played. After shucking off my clothes, I swing the shower door open and step inside, letting the warm steam envelop me.
As soon as her eyes flick briefly to my cock, her plush lips part. The hitch in her breath has the corner of my mouth tilting up. That sultry gaze of hers drags over every inch like she’s already plotting a hundred ways to ruin me. I could stand here for days watching her try and fail to hide her hunger without ever growing tired.
She hauls me into her, delicate fingers linking behind my neck and bringing my mouth to hers. Soft, starving lips brush mine while her nails scrape my skin. Breaking the kiss briefly, she searches my eyes, then kisses me again, running her fingers through my wet hair. “I have wanted you like this for so long,” she whispers, melting me into a fucking puddle.
I chuckle, allowing myself to succumb to the pure happiness bursting in my chest. “Is it everything you imagined?”
“Not exactly.” She glances down, sinking her teeth into that full bottom lip as she stares at my hardening length.
My hands slip down her sides and reach behind, filling both my palms with her ass. “No?”
She releases a gentle sigh. “When I imagined it, you were buried in my throat.”
My head flops back, and I squeeze my lids tight. “Jesus, Kelly.”
Lowering my chin, I cup her neck, tilting her jaw up while my lips cover hers. She smiles against me. “Please?”
I nod, and she falls to her knees. Fuck, yes. Widening my stance, I make every effort to adjust my height, then brace a palm against the tile wall. I’m
defenseless against her pleading.
“Stick your tongue out.”
With soaked hair plastered to her neck and shoulders, she peers up at me, holding me captive with those big green eyes. Mascara smudges beneath her lashes—and she follows directions, while tracing the tips of her fingers up and down my calves. My sights are set on her creamy tits; those pierced tits brush my thighs.
I fist the base of my cock, slapping it on her tongue, and she fucking whimpers.
“Fuck, you’re perfect.”
“Let me prove it first,” she purrs.
My head shakes in disbelief. This must be a dream. Grabbing her by the throat, I tilt her head back and spit into her mouth. “Suck.”
She gasps, regarding me in awe like I built the universe with my bare hands just for her.
Her plump lips encircle me like she was made for it, sliding up and down my length, and I blow out a breath—wrecked by the image of her. How fucking gorgeous she looks with me in her throat. The way she tongues the underside of my cock, as if memorizing every vein, has a groan working its way up from my lungs.
My free hand delves into her hair and tugs it at the base. Her salacious gaze tangles with mine, and I nod, encouraging her while bobbing that sinful mouth faster over my dick. Her eyes roll back and flutter closed as she submits. Fuck me.
“You’re doing so good, Chaos. So fucking good.”
She hums around me, and I pump in and out. Dropping her hand, she grants me control to take over, then digs her fingers into my thighs.
“Can you take more?” I ask. She mumbles an “Mm-hmm.”
“That’s my girl.” I guide myself deeper until she gags, and I hold her head steady. Tears form at the edges of her pleading eyes, mascara staining her cheeks. “I’ve got you.”
She cups her palms behind my thighs, coasting them higher until she sinks her claws in my ass, hauling me closer. The way she marvels up at me proves she believes every word without hesitation, that sacred trust spurs me on more than lust ever could. Trusting me not to take it too far, to not hurt her. That trust means everything because our relationship will need it when she discovers what I’ve done.
I release her wet tresses, and she inhales, drool spilling from the corner of her mouth. She moves quickly, dipping her head to wrap her lips around one of my balls. Her hand works up and down, stroking my cock while she sucks.
Christ.
She moans—the vibration shoots through me, and the heat in my core coils tighter. White spots dot the corners of my vision, and I curl my toes,
doing my damnedest to keep from coming.
Not yet.
I pop out of her mouth, and she locks her plump lips around the crown,
giving all the attention to my sensitive tip. Kelly fists my length with both hands stacked on top of each other; she tears a rumble from deep in my chest when she rotates them in opposite directions. Fucking hell.
“Get up here.” I’m not ready to finish yet.
She subtly shakes her head defiantly, not stopping.
“Goddamn it, Kelly . . .”
She releases me with a wicked smile. “Yes, dear?” she asks, like my doting, domesticated slut.
“I’m going to finish all over your fucking hand if you don’t stop.”
“You better not.”
With her fingers circling the base of my balls, she takes the rest of me down her throat like it’s her personal mission to make me suffer. I should pull away, but I physically can’t do it. The message from my brain is denied by my need to come down her throat. I want to see her swallow me; I’ve imagined it too many times.
The hand wrapped around me tugs downward, forcing my knees to lock.
“Sit up straight, Chaos,” I command. The release hits me like a freight train, and I growl, bracing myself against the shower wall. “That’s it. Look at you, such a messy girl. Show me how fucking thirsty you are for my cum.”
Her eyes sparkle while she worships me on her knees, her throat bobbing as she swallows. I empty myself into her with her name on my lips, and she takes it with so much eagerness I have to remind myself she’s real—my fucking wife. This is so much better than any fantasy.
Once the blood returns to my brain, I turn off the water and wring the droplets from her hair. We exit the shower, and I run a warm, fluffy towel along every inch of her body, then do the same for myself. My cock is starting to relax, but I’ll be back in no time, I’m sure.
I plug in the blow dryer sitting on the counter and begin combing my fingers through her locks, letting the dryer fill the silence. Goose bumps spread across her naked flesh as the warm air hits her skin, and she shivers occasionally. Every time I catch her gaze on me, I hold it. Each glance is charged with anticipation. I don’t break eye contact, I want to see her just as affected as I am.
We’ve exchanged looks countless times in the past, but this is different.
She may think it’s just another night, but I know better. Tonight, there will be no waiting and no mercy. I don’t worship softly. Peace will only come after we’ve fucked ourselves into submission—and we’ll have to tear
each other apart to get there.
When her hair is dry, I brush the silky strands for any remaining tangles.
My focus falls on my plain white shirt sitting on the counter where I left it next to the glass of bourbon. Then I hold it in front of her. “Put this on.”
She cocks her head to the side, furrowing her brow quizzically, but draws it over her head. When she looks in the mirror, she holds her arms out at her sides and laughs. She’s practically swimming in white cotton.
“This thing fits me like a dress,” she comments.
I grin.
Without saying a word, I grasp under her thighs, pick her up, and pin her against the bathroom wall. “You’re mine now.”
She presses her forehead to mine, encircling her arms around my neck. “I like the sound of that.”
My mouth crashes against hers—she parts her lips, demanding more. Her legs wrap around me as if they’ve done it a thousand times before. I knead her thighs with my palms, digging my fingers into the curves just under her ass.
Her soft body is pliable in my arms. The way her warm skin feels against mine overwhelms me with a sense of nostalgia, like home. She pauses our kiss by pressing her forehead against mine, catching her breath. “Please don’t
make me wait any longer.”
I shake my head and swallow. “I won’t.”
She relaxes into me like I’ve finally granted her the right to breathe.
As I carry her into the bedroom, my cock hardens, and her thighs start to tremble before I even place her onto the downy mattress and climb on top of
her.
And then I kiss her.
It reminds me of the first one we shared. Slow and aching. She parts her lips for me, like she’s welcoming me home. Sealing my mouth over hers like a vow, I will honor and cherish this woman until the stars burn out.
Drawing back, I am in awe at my wife’s beauty. Her heavy-lidded eyes blink up at me, lips swollen and craving more. I catalog this moment, searing it into my memory. The clean scent of iris and orange, the way my body so easily eclipses her small frame, her touch ghosting up my spine, her shallow inhales, her seductive expression . . . curious and soft, but also deprived and wanting—how I’ve wanted her for years.
She looks every bit the bride she is, laid out on ivory sheets, my white
shirt riding halfway up her stomach, her soft, bare thighs on display and caged around my waist.
Her gaze searches mine. “You’re staring.”
“I’ve waited too long not to,” I rasp. “I’ll look as long as I please.”
Her face warms.
“I finally have you,” I add.
Her skating fingertips pause on my back, and she lightly jabs my shoulder blade. “Don’t be ridiculous. You had me before tonight.”
No, I didn’t. Not like this. Not legally. She’s always been mine, but now there’s paperwork to prove it.
My straining cock is poised at her entrance.
“You haven’t asked if I’m on birth control,” she observes.
I chuckle. “I know your burrito order. Do you think I don’t know if you’re on birth control or not?” What she doesn’t know is that I don’t care.
She blinks up at me, somehow surprised.
“Do you want this?”
She studies me with eyes deep as an ocean. “Of course I do.”
Her answer sends me over the edge; my wife just said I do on our wedding day. The context is irrelevant, I’m not about to get distracted by facts.
Leaning on one elbow, I cradle the back of her neck, squeezing thrice, a gesture to remind her how far we go back, how it’s all led to this.
I drag my palm down her rib cage, savoring the shiver that rolls through her. The thick head of my cock notches at her entrance, and she braces for more. I watch her face, searching her gaze as I push inside—slow and reverent. Her breath catches, halting the way her chest rises and falls with anticipation as she focuses on the sensation. I pause halfway, then plunge deeper, making her take the full length and loving the way her lips part.
“Logan,” she sighs.
I’m possessive of her—every utterance of my name, every muffled moan, every raw scream is mine now. She belongs to me, even if she doesn’t fully understand how yet.
Her thighs tremble. She stiffens her muscles, as if trying to dampen the tremors.
“Let me feel you shake.” My hand glides from her waist to her hips to under her thigh.
She relaxes, easing the tension, and her knees quiver against my sides. A
rosy hue blooms on her cheeks—fuck, I love when she blushes. There’s something so sexy about seeing this woman shy and nervous.
She’s one of the strongest, most outgoing women I know, yet she completely submits under me. I pull out and thrust in again; her sounds are
angelic.
“Just like that,” I coax.
Every caress is met with another round of shakes. I grip her flesh, driving inside again and again, and she arches her back.
Sitting on the balls of my feet, I rest her legs on my shoulders and her white shirt rides up as I watch my length disappear into her.
“Every inch of me was made to fuck you exactly like this.”
“Maybe I was made for you too,” she says, her voice breathy.
Fuck. Clutching the white shirt collar, I tear it open, the sound of ripping fabric echoing around us. She startles and then laughs.
“Show me how your pretty pierced tits bounce when I pound into you.”
Her grin splits her face. “So savage,” she purrs.
“For you I am,” I pant, snapping my hips into her. “Do you like having
that control over me?”
“I love it.”
I draw her into my chest, pressing my teeth into her shoulder, and roll us, putting her on top of me. She yelps at the brief bite of pain, then steadies herself, letting the remains of my tattered shirt fall from her delicate frame.
Planting her palms on my chest, she grinds on my cock, every movement languid and unhurried as she teases me.
This is a punishment, she’s purposefully torturing me, and I’m relishing every second.
Her hips lazily roll, and I can’t take my sight off her body. “How’s this?” she taunts. The ache inside me grows. I want her bouncing on my dick and crying my name. I’m fucking greedy. “Why so quiet, Logan?”
I shake my head, grinning at her adorable, naïve display of boldness.
“Goddamn it, Kelly.”
My hands find her soft hips, and I grip the flesh before gliding over her ass, lifting a palm and striking down with a loud clap. She yelps, her pussy throttling me. I’m obsessed with this woman.
“Aw, Chaos. You think you can play me, huh?”
She retreats, letting me slip out. Without blinking, I clasp each of her nipple piercings and tug her forward. “Sweetheart, I’ve been practicing. I’ve
been celibate for three goddamn years waiting to fuck you —”
She gasps, eyes wide.
I haven’t dated, how is this a surprise? Either way, it makes me smile.
“That’s right. You can mess with me all you want, but you’ll lose control long before I do. I’m better at this than you.”
“You weren’t the only one who had to keep their hands to themselves.” she says, hovering above me.
I smirk. “Is that what you did, Chaos? Think about how I’d fuck you, then go home and keep your hands to yourself?” I flick her piercings. The need to grab her and impale her on my cock has my fingers twitching.
“Sometimes,” she admits.
Fucking hell. I want to see that.
“Were you secretly my filthy girl behind closed doors? Did you ever picture my face while you were being fucked by other men? You did, didn’t you?”
Her lips part, and she moans. I quirk a brow. Interesting.
“You moaned without me touching you.”
Her face burns crimson. Her coy demeanor is irresistible.
“Why are you blushing?” I grin wider, savoring the surrender of her body. “Are you embarrassed by how often you got off to the image of me fucking you when we were just friends or is it because I can make you whimper with my words? See, I control you too, Chaos . . . I have since that first filthy thought of me crossed your mind. Have you always been this easy to manipulate, or is it me? Are you so impatient to be my slut already?”
She rolls her lips together, not wanting to admit it, but she can’t keep secrets from me.
“Your cunt is a dripping mess. Every shallow breath is begging me to finish you off.”
She’s practically panting. She can lie to herself, but the way her body begs says everything.
“You’re just aching to come on my fat cock, aren’t you?”
Using my knuckles, I brush the underside of her breasts and travel down her stomach. Lower and lower. She doesn’t push me away as my thumb drifts between her slick folds, and her legs start to shake again, lashes fluttering.
“So fucking wet. Such a desperate girl.”
I press my thumb to her clit, and she rolls her hips. She’s losing her nerve. Christ, she’ll be humping the air to get off any minute. My dick jerks
in anticipation. “Is this what you need?”
She sighs, lowering herself and letting her head fall back as she rocks against my cock with abandon.
“Oh, Chaos . . . Does this pussy need to come?”
Kelly’s noises are so sexy.
“Come on, you can tell me.”
She glances at me with big pleading eyes. Normally, they would be enough to drown me, but not tonight. I shove her off me, flipping her onto her back, and stuff my entire length inside. She cries for mercy, but she won’t find any from her husband.
“Too fucking bad.” My hand wraps around her throat, and I fuck her with long, deep strokes. “Now it’s your turn to wait.”
Her cries are so lovely when they’re caught in between gasps for air.
“This is what you wanted, isn’t it? To provoke me on purpose? You’ve got a smart mouth and a weakness for the way I fill your cunt. What a dangerous little combination.”
She merely sobs in response. Overstimulated Kelly is so fucking hot.
“You know what I used to think about? Fucking you in the shop.” I pump into her steady and rough. “In front of Thor and Casper, in front of clients, but mostly in front of your boyfriends—I fantasized about forcing them to watch me break you in ways they couldn’t. I wanted everyone to see Black Rabbit’s legacy turn into my needy little slut who cries and begs. They all saw your strength, but I wanted them to see the surrender in your eyes as they rolled back.”
Her lips part as she hangs on every word.
“I wanted the darkest parts of you. The side you hid from them.”
Her gaze fills with tears, with the raw vulnerability of finally being seen.
Kelly is a kind, sweet, bubbly ray of sunshine—she was raised to be all these things. But there are parts of her the sun’s warm rays can’t reach . . . and that’s something we have in common. It’s why we’ve always been drawn to each other. She thinks it’s fate, but it’s familiarity. The depraved parts of me live in her too. I’ve caught glimpses of them, but she hides hers better than I do.
She arches her back, pushing her chest toward me. I tuck my chin to bite
her shoulder.
“Don’t stop!”
I chuckle at her helpless plea, digging my teeth deeper. “But more than
anything, I wanted you to be mine.”
Kelly blinks up at me, finally focusing. “I’m yours.”
I drop my mouth to hers, and she nips my lower lip, tugging it until it releases from her teeth. Those two words form a lump in my throat. Fuck, I need to get it together. I concentrate on her warm breath on my skin as she unravels.
“I’m going to come.” Her voice trembles. “Come with me . . . please?”
Her request has me smiling. “Anything for you.”
My vision tunnels as she tenses beneath me—there she is.
“Hold it,” I warn. “Keep it right there for me, pretty girl. You come when I say.”
Heat builds low and fierce. I slow each thrust as we’re swallowed up by the wave, lost in each other. With shaking thighs, she pants.
“Now.”
She exhales hard, her release choking my cock, and the feel of her pulsing around me is all it takes. I lock down, buried deep, forcing her to take everything I have as pleasure rips through me. The release of spilling inside her is like nothing I’ve ever experienced.
My name sounds like a prayer when she comes. I pull all the way out and inch back in—she matches my movement, drawing out her orgasm. It feels so . . . right.
She’s ruined me. Any lingering guilt from forging her name earlier is gone. This was inevitable. Knowing it’s done helps me sleep at night.
When her body softens, I draw back so I can see her more clearly. Her silky hair is disheveled and fanned out over the pillow. She looks up through her lashes with glazed-over bedroom eyes. Her lips swollen and bruised, that gorgeous face wrecked and radiant—glowing from ecstasy.
My wife.
Unreal.
I set the tea on her nightstand, honey for her and lemon for me. She’s curled up in bed, with wild hair, soft eyes, and freshly fucked bliss still warm on her cheeks.
That wasn’t just sex, it was our beginning. She just doesn’t know it yet. I settle in behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist and folding her into my chest. She fits so perfectly, beyond what’s physical. I press my lips to her shoulder, echoing her words. “I’ve wanted you like this for so long.”
She sighs contently, tea forgotten on the nightstand.
“Was it everything you imagined?” she asks.
“So much more.”
But she doesn’t know why. She has no idea what she just gave me. What we just did. She doesn’t know she just fucked her husband for the first time and consummated a marriage I made happen without her knowledge because it was the only way to make her untouchable. However, it wasn’t just about protecting her, it was about making her my wife and sinking my teeth in before anyone else got the chance.
I should feel guilty, and there is a small part of me that does, but it’s like a tiny knot in a long strand of thread. What I feel is full and fucking alive, because everything I care about is curled up in a white sheet and breathing
heavily in my arms.
She told me she was mine.
