Chapter 38

CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT

JENSEN

I 've been married for exactly five hours but already have zero recollection of our vows. All I remember is the way she looked walking towards me down that aisle and how she felt pressed up against me when we took our first dance in front of the thirty friends and family we invited.

"You know, if you remove your eyes from her, she won't suddenly vanish," Jessie tells me from our position at the bar.

It's true; I've been standing against this bar in my black suit pants and white shirt for the past half hour, watching my wife mix and socialize with our guests.

"Fuck socializing," I reply. "I've only got one priority tonight."

"Say less," he drawls.

"Well, I think that went fucking great." Jon sidles up next to me as he orders another round for everyone, no doubt.

"Yeah, great job, man." I bump his fist.

"I'm serious. Coaching is great and all, but I am considering a wedding planning business as a side hustle."

I turn to him, my eyebrow raised. "You are joking, right?"

"Felicity thinks it's a ridiculous notion, but I can see me nailing it." He lifts his hands in the air, imitating the name up in lights. "Morgan's Magical Marriages."

"Fuck me," Jessie laughs as he types something out on his phone, and I have no doubt who the recipient is.

"I support the idea. I'm also happy to make an investment; I'm always looking for start-up businesses, especially ones with a great concept."

I look across at my new brother-in-law, who's standing on the other side of Jon, and shake my head slowly. Half an hour in Easton's company this morning told me all I needed to know—neither he nor my wife inherited their parent's asshole genes.

Thank Christ.

"Don't encourage him." I wave a hand at Jon and take a sip of my beer. "It's easy investing and then running back overseas to leave us with his crazy ideas and non-stop bullshit."

"Hey, do you mind?" Jon protests. He gathers the drinks onto a tray and then turns back to Easton. "And who's to say I wouldn't be in touch with him? I'd provide regular updates and at least twice monthly meetings, so he knows his money is being invested wisely." He pats Easton on the shoulder.

The panic immediately rises on his face, like he hadn't considered that, and I offer him a satisfied smirk.

As Jon walks away and with Jessie now on a call and walking toward the exit, I take what could be my only opportunity since he's flying back to Dubai tomorrow morning.

"Have you got a couple of minutes?" I point to an empty table at the other end of the room.

Easton is a smart guy, just like his sister, and I can tell he knows exactly what I want to talk about.

He looks over at his daughter, who's dancing with Kate on the dance floor, and then at his wife, who is busy talking with family, and nods his head slowly. "Sure thing."

Taking a seat on the plush black velvet chairs, he surprises me when he speaks first. "First, I want to know what she's told you. Don't get me wrong, I like you and all, but I'm not about to divulge details that are hers to share."

I nod. "Fair enough. I know they're assholes, I know they want nothing to do with us or the babies when they arrive, and I know they don't approve of this marriage." I take another sip of my beer. "I also know they locked her in her bedroom for hours on end to prevent her from going out and to keep her studying in the final two years before she left for college. She said you'd already left home at that point."

"Yeah, that's right. I swear I didn't know anything until maybe two years ago when Kate had too much to drink one New Year's night and spilled her guts to me." He winces. "They were kinder to me, but I wasn't planning to go into law."

"They're trying to sabotage her career by cutting off referrals between Mark Preston and the family business," I say.

You'd think I just told him it would get dark tonight by the unsurprised way Easton leans back in his chair. "Let me tell you something about my parents, Jensen. There is very little, if anything, they care about other than their firm and reputation, and they both go hand-in-hand. The circles they run in and the people they associate with are cold and calculating, just like them. You won't ever change their minds once they've made a decision." He points to me. "And they've decided you aren't a good image for their daughter, and neither is having children good for her career. Total bullshit, obviously, but all I'm saying is this is the start of them cutting contact and association with their daughter."

"Because my face doesn't fit?"

"Yep. Tom was largely acceptable because he did fit the image they like to portray, not that they cared about him. But he was less likely to march into their study and give them some hard truths."

"You know about that?"

He smirks. "Oh, yeah. Mom was livid."

I bite the inside of my cheek so hard I'm close to drawing blood. "My turn now. Let me tell you something about me, Easton. Since I've known your sister, I've been gradually falling in love with her, whether I wanted to admit it or not. My obsession with her is real, and I will set the fucking world on fire to protect her at all costs. I'll burn myself to ashes in the process if that's the cost of safety for her and our children. So like hell am I going to allow them to drag Kate's name through the mud. Whether they change their minds about me and our marriage or not, it really doesn't matter. My wife will never shed another tear over them. Period."

Easton runs a palm over his mouth. "For what it's worth, I think you're the best thing that's ever happened to her."

Clamping a hand on his shoulder, I leave my half-finished beer on the table and stand. "Cheers, bro, and welcome to the family. I'd love to stay and talk to you all night, but right now, I have something I need to take care of."

He holds up a hand, clearly not wanting any more details on how I plan to slide inside his sister in the next five minutes.

KATE

JJ

Come next door.

Looking around the room filled with loved ones, I notice one absence: my husband.

Me

As in the room next door?

Yes, Princess. Just slip out and don't tell anyone where you're going.

Still fucking bossy, you know that?

Tell me what part of that you have a problem with…

None of it.

Excitement charges through me as I quickly slip out of one of the two doors into the hotel hallway. Taking a chance on the room to the left, I twist the metal handle and open the door.

The room is empty, and a slight chill hits me, the cold Banff air having infiltrated the dark space. Chairs and tables are stacked, but to the right of me is a raised stage, making me think the hotel uses this area for performances.

"Princess."

Pushing my hair to the side, I don't even flinch when my husband sets a kiss on the side of my neck. Instead, goosebumps travel down my arms and across every inch of my skin.

Spinning me around so I face him, his brown eyes are blown with more than just lust…need, desperation. Devotion.

Taking my hand, he guides me over to the stage and then picks me up, which is no mean feat given my size, and sets me on the edge. I lean back on my elbows as he lifts my legs and rests my feet on the edge, spreading me wide.

Without saying a word or taking his eyes off me, he gathers up the skirt of my dress and licks his lips as the moonlight shines through the windows, providing him with enough to see my white lacy thong, stockings, and light blue garter.

Hooking his fingers through the straps, he peels my thong down but makes sure my stockings and garter remain exactly in place.

"Your pussy is shining in the moonlight for me, Princess. Are you desperate for my tongue?"

I nod and whimper at the same time.

He walks a couple of paces to the right, and that's when I see it: a piece of the wedding cake we cut earlier, complete with a stack of vanilla buttercream.

Running his fingers through the frosting, he drops to his knees in front of me. "Wider for me, Princess, but make sure you're still comfortable. I may be a while."

Heat pools, and I swear I feel my release trickle down. Running my feet along the edge of the stage, I go as wide as I can.

"Since Jon insisted on having a cake, I think it's only fair that I get to eat it from my favorite plate."

He smears frosting on the inside of my thighs, trailing his fingers toward my apex, where he rubs it over my clit. The sensation makes me want to cry out, but I bite down on my bottom lip.

"It's okay, Mrs. Jones. You can scream. In fact, it's compulsory that you scream my name so loud that our family and friends hear it over the music."

He nips at the inside of my left thigh, then runs his tongue towards my center.

"You want them to know what we're doing?"

"No, Princess, not just them. I want everyone on this earth to hear that I lick your pussy better than any other man."

Circling his tongue over my clit, he laps up the frosting, licking his lips as he does. "You want to try some? It's fucking delicious?"

I nod as he gets to his feet and hovers over me.

"Open up for me."

I open my mouth and take two of the fingers he swiped through me, sucking on the taste of myself and the frosting.

"Atta girl."

But he's not done as he removes his fingers and leans closer, bracing his hands on either side of my elbows. His white shirt is partially undone and open at the neck, offering me a glorious view of his pecs.

Teasing me with his tongue, the sweetness of the frosting mixed with the taste of him sends me into a spin.

"This stage is the perfect height to get you on your hands and knees. Do you think you can do that for me?"

"Yes," I breathe out, still dizzy from his effect on me.

He stands up and unzips his pants, letting them hang open at the front. His platinum wedding band matches mine and shines as he works to free himself.

On all fours, he wastes no time pushing into me, stretching me, toying with me, hitting parts of me I didn't know existed.

His hard cock slowly undoes me as he pumps in and out. With one hand on my hip, he reaches forward and trails his fingertips down the back of my neck, the sensory pleasure causing me to fully unravel.

Fighting to stay upright, he knows I can't hold this position long when he empties himself inside me with a possessive growl that kicks my orgasm up another notch, and I scream his name just like he wanted me to and definitely loud enough so everyone in Banff will hear.

Withdrawing, he wraps his arms around my waist and sits on the edge of the stage, pulling me onto his lap.

I feel the way his cum trickles down the inside of my thighs. "Can you feel me dripping from you, Mrs. Jones?" Jensen whispers into my ear.

"Yes."

"Do you want me to do it again when you've had our babies? Do you want me to breed you again?"

My pussy throbs in response to his dirty mouth. "I want you to breed me all the time, JJ."

He kisses my forehead. "Let's get back to our guests and spend some time. The faster we do, the sooner I can take you again, but this time, we will be in our wedding bed."