Chapter 41

Chapter Forty-One

Autumn

H is lips crash into mine and we grow more desperate with each passing second. “I’m serious,” I say, glancing down at the bulge in his pants.

“Me too,” he tells me, grabbing my chin and meeting my eyes. “But we’re going to play the quiet game.”

I playfully narrow my eyes at him. “And if I get loud?”

“Control yourself, and I’ll reward you like a good fucking girl later.”

“When I receive my bare-ass birthday spankings?” My breathing grows ragged as it always does when he looks at me like he wants to unravel me. Over and fucking over again.

Zane licks his lips. Shit, I can barely handle how sexy he is and the fact that he’s my husband. He may have a four-leaf clover, but I’m the luckiest woman alive.

“Now.” He moves to the floorboard of the carriage and gets on his knees in front of me. I stare into his ocean-blue eyes and his eyebrow slightly quirks. “How many orgasms do you want, birthday girl?”

“How many can you give me before we cross city limits?”

“Hmm.” His mouth parts. “What’s your current record?”

“You’re already holding the first place spot in Autumn’s World Records for everything,” I say, parting my legs for him, leaning forward to capture his lips. He steals a glance at my breasts.

“Show me your gorgeous tits, wifey,” he says, then I notice the tiny clasps on the material. Did they magically appear?

Then I remember I was blindfolded when he dressed me tonight. I don’t know the inner workings of the dress I wear other than my pockets.

“Mmhm.” He smirks, confirmation that it was by design.

I unsnap one side of the top and reveal myself to him.

“Beautiful,” he whispers, moving forward, sliding his body between my legs, capturing my nipple in his mouth as he tweaks the other with his fingers.

“Yes,” I say, my head falling back, loving the pressure of him against me.

“I guess we’re living one of your fantasies right now?” I question as we desperately kiss. His strong hand slides up my thighs until he brushes down my wet slit.

“Apparently, we’re living yours too,” he tells me, placing his fingers in his mouth and licking my arousal from them. “So. Fucking. Good. Now, put those perfect tits up for me and enjoy the pretty colors. Remember, quiet .”

Quickly, he moves my ass to the edge of the leather seat that’s only big enough for the two of us. Zane pushes my thighs wider apart, then dives between my legs, slowly kissing and sucking my clit.

I gasp, leaning my head back, noticing the beautiful yellows and oranges as leaves flutter in the breeze. His warm mouth is almost too much because I’m so turned on.

“Mm,” he hums. His scruff feels incredible against me. “So good.”

He enjoys every single second of having me this way. I’m under his spell, and he can do whatever he wants. My body is a prisoner to him and all that he gives.

A quiet pant whispers through the small space as I rock my hips. His hot tongue darts inside. A moan escapes.

“Shh,” he says, his breath tickling my most sensitive parts.

My mouth falls open as I sink farther onto his lips.

“Zane,” I whisper, knowing he’s urging me to let go. Minutes is all it takes for the first orgasm.

“Count for me, Pumpkin.”

“One,” I hiss out as he slowly returns to my swollen bud, not giving me too much pressure or too little. Sometimes I get a finger or two, and sometimes I don’t. It doesn’t matter.

He has my body memorized, knowing what I need and want. This man worships me like I'm his religion, and I come so many times that I almost lose count. But he asks after each glorious, heart-pounding release. Zane gives me enough time to recover before leading me back to the cliff, where I free-fall. Nothing is at the bottom but him.

I shiver and the last orgasm I think can manage bustles through me like a runaway train, casting me to a different reality.

“Seven.” I gasp out. My body wants to shut down. The euphoria, the head high, I’ve never experienced anything like this.

I fist my fingers in his hair as he sucks me clean.

“We’re about to be at the bottom,” I whisper. “No time.”

He sucks on his lip. “We’ll stop at lucky number seven.”

His mouth is on mine and I can taste myself as our tongues twist together. “How was it?”

“The best I ever had,” I whisper, my heart steadily pounding. I reach down, feeling how damn hard he is. “Let me.”

“I’ll take an IOU.”

“Fuck that’s seven I’ll give.”

He holds out his hand and we shake on it with a soft laugh, then he moves my dress down over my body. Zane wraps his arm around me, kissing my forehead, completely satisfied.

“To be known is to be loved,” I say.

“Thankfully, I have you memorized.”

“How do I look?” I double-check my top, making sure it’s fully clasped. The last thing I need to do is flash my boobs at the Pumpkin Ball. My best friends would never let me live it down.

Zane reaches out and smooths my hair down in the back.

“You already know the answer to that question,” he mutters with a flirty tone as the carriage enters downtown Cozy Creek.

“Good,” I say, completely okay with it.

I glance out the side windows and Zane reaches up and slides open a sunroof. With shining eyes, looking like my personal Prince Charming, he smirks, lifting his hand for me. I take it and he pulls me up with him.

Kids are on the street with jack-o’-lanterns and candy bags in their grasp. They’re giggling, skipping, and high on sugar as the trick-or-treaters stop by the local business.

“It’s Cinderella and Prince Charming,” one little girl says, pointing. “Look!”

People watch us pass by. We wave and smile, and I’m giddy as we create a traffic-stopping parade on the way to the ball.

“Mommy! It’s them!” another kid says.

Zane watches me, smiling. He leans forward and kisses me so passionately that he steals my breath away. “Happy Birthday, Pumpkin.”

“It’s been the best one I’ve ever had,” I admit.

“Until next year,” he says, wearing a boyish grin.

I shake my head. “I don’t know how you’ll top this one.”

“I’m up for the challenge,” he says as we enter the venue parking lot. Those walking into the ball stop and stare at us. Everyone is shocked, even the valet.

The door opens and Zane takes my hand, picks me up, and sets me on the ground. I take a step back, snapping a picture of us with it in the background.

“Truthfully. After that, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to look at a pumpkin carriage or the cartoon the same way.”

“Fuck, me either.” He smirks with swollen lips and gorgeously messy hair that I want to thrust my fingers through again. He lifts a brow, catching me. “It’s that look again.”

“I'm not sure what you’re talking about.” I grin, grateful he’s mine.

The limos unload and our friends and family enter together. As soon as we do, all heads turn toward our entourage, then the room bursts into applause. The president of the fundraising committee that hosts the ball is at the end of the red carpet, which leads to a bejeweled throne.

Each guest must approach the king and be officially welcomed in. I also think it’s how they mark us off the guest list. Zane and I drift forward, capturing the room’s attention.

When we're close, the presenter grins wide and stands to grab a microphone.

“Ladies and Gentleman, I’m proud to announce Zane and Autumn Alexander as this year's Pumpkin King and Queen.”

I meet the eyes of everyone who loves and adores me. “Did you know?” I ask Julie and Blaire.

“We kinda became your campaign managers.”

Mrs. Mooney and the women from the book club proudly waltz over with their chests out. “We manifested this!” she claims, and Zane laughs as pictures are taken. A sash is thrown over my body and Zane’s. Moments later, we kneel to accept our crowns in front of the entire town.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this year’s Pumpkin King and Queen have arrived. All hail.”

Joy and laughter pour out of me as pumpkin-shaped confetti falls from the ceiling. It glitters and floats around us. Our eyes meet, and when he slowly kisses me, it’s like magic. We danced around the world searching for one another, and I’ll continue to twirl in his arms until our story ends. This is our fairytale.

When our gazes lock, I smile wide and it fucking hurts.

Zane leans in, his thumb brushing against my cheek. “You’ll always be my Pumpkin Queen.”

“And you’ll always be my Prince Charming.”