Chapter 23

Chapter Twenty-Three

O h my god. What on earth is happening? There are cameras, so many cameras. My face is going to be plastered all over the tabloids. I was just photographed walking arm in arm out of a wedding chapel with Luke Jameson. The NHL's number one bachelor .

Shit. What do I do? I don't know what to do. I need to fix this. He's going to see it. He's going to find me.

"Tanna, calm down. It's going to be okay. Count with me: one, two, three, four, five…" Luke says, and I try to focus on his words instead of the mess inside my head. When he gets to the number six, he starts back at one again.

"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," I tell him.

"It's okay. I don't know how they knew we were there." He sighs while raking a hand over his face. "But it's going to be okay."

"No, it's not." I can feel the tears running down my cheeks but there's nothing I can do to stop them. "He's going to see it, the pictures. He's going to know. He's going to find me." I heave in a breath. My chest is heavy, weighed down by that feeling of being held under water. I'm struggling to breathe.

"I won't let anyone hurt you, Tanna. I promise." Luke kisses the top of my forehead.

"I'm not worried about what he'll do to me, Luke. He's going to go after you. He warned me what would happen if I talked to you. And I didn't just talk to you. I married you."

"I know. And there are no take backs, Tanna. You're my wife. And you know what? The world needs to know that. We'll increase security, but don't worry about me, babe. I'm a big boy."

"I can't lose you, Luke. I can't."

"You won't ever lose me. I'm yours, always," he says while wrapping his arms around me again.

The weight on my chest starts to seep away. Slowly. Very slowly. I cling to him like my life depends on it, though. I don't want to let him go. And Luke? He just stands here, holding me, ensuring I'm the first to break away. He never rushes me. He's so damn patient, so damn perfect. And so mine. I won't let anyone take this from me now. I've just got him back and I'm not giving him up without a fight.

"What do we do now?" I ask, looking towards the door. I can't go back out there into that shitstorm.

"We're going to get a room and consummate this marriage. All of this…" He gestures to the door and the chaos just outside. "... can wait until tomorrow."

With my hand clasped firmly in his, Luke leads me up to the reception desk. He requests their best room and hands over his credit card. I don't listen to whatever else is said. I'm too busy taking in the environment and recalling the vows we just exchanged.

Well, that and trying to tamp down the building anticipation for what the rest of the night entails. My thighs press together. It's probably a bit messed up that I can go from having a mild panic attack to being a wanton, horny mess in a matter of minutes.

Maybe I should bring this up with Dr. West. I wonder what she'll say about my sudden nuptials?

But I'm not worried about what people will think about our spur-of-the-moment decision. I know I love Luke and I know he loves me too. I just never want to put him in a position where he'll have to choose between me and someone else he loves.

Shit, his parents.

"Luke, we have to call your parents," I say as soon as we enter the elevator.

"Why?"

"We just got married. Your mom is going to be pissed. Oh my god, she's going to hate me!" I gasp.

"No, she's not, and we will tell them. In person. We'll make a stop before we head home."

"What if they don't approve? I have a lot of baggage. Baggage your mother saw firsthand."

"I don't need anyone's approval, Tanna. You are my wife. Nothing is changing that."

I pray that he's right. I pray that he doesn't have to defend his choice to tie his life to mine.

"We should probably talk about visiting your father," Luke says after a moment of silence .

"Or we could not and get onto the consummating part?" I suggest.

"That sounds like a great idea." Luke scoops me up bridal-style when the elevator opens, before he walks down the hallway and taps a card to a door. Then he carries me into an extremely luxurious hotel room. Where he places me on the bed, his body covering mine. "I love you, Mrs. Jameson."

"I love you, Mr. Jameson."

"You and me. Always," he says as his lips brush against my mouth.

"Always," I repeat.

"Stand up. Let's get you out of this dress." Luke pushes to his feet before holding his hand out to me. I look down at myself.

"I can't believe I got married in black." I laugh.

"Wanna do it again? Get a white dress? Because I gotta be honest, babe. I'll marry you over and over. As many times as you'd like. Best fucking day of my life," Luke says with a grin.

"No need for a redo." I reach behind my back and unzip the dress. When the fabric falls to the floor, I'm left in nothing but a black lace thong and a pair of heels.

Luke inhales a sharp breath, his eyes glazing over. Filled with lust, heat, and love. So much love. For me. That's when it hits me. I thought Andrew loved me because he never left. I honestly thought that was love. It wasn't. It never was.

This. The way Luke looks at me. Loves me. This is the kind of love I hope every woman gets to experience in their lifetime. It's the kind of love that lights up your world, even on the darkest of days. And I've had a lot of dark days.

I'm not dismissing the work I've put in during my sessions with Dr. West, but I know if it weren't for Luke, I would not be where I am today.

"I'm the luckiest guy alive," Luke says, taking a step back before gesturing to my underwear. "Take those off."

I pull my panties down my legs and am left standing in just my heels.

He points to my feet. "And those."

I step out of my shoes and kick them to the side.

"This," Luke says. "I've never seen you wearing anything more perfect."

"I'm not wearing anything." I lift my arms to cover my torso. Or at least attempt to.

"Wrong. You're wearing my ring." Luke steps forward, takes my hands, and pulls them down to my sides. "Never hide yourself from me. There isn't an inch of you that I don't love. "

"Okay." I nod. I can't promise that I won't try to cover my body. There are parts of me I don't like being seen. Old scars I don't want to explain.

"I want you so badly." Luke trails his fingertips down my chest, over my stomach, until he reaches my pussy. Then he circles my clit. "I've never wanted anything more."

"What about hockey? You always wanted to play hockey."

"Nowhere near as much as how I want you right now. I need to be inside you, Tanna." His fingers travel farther down before he pushes one digit up into my opening. "You're so fucking wet." His mouth lands on my shoulder before moving along my neck. "Is this for me?" he whispers into my ear.

"Yes."

"Good. Because I want it all."

My hands tug at his shirt. I'm completely naked and he's still fully dressed. Something I plan on rectifying right now. "I want it off."

Luke removes his finger from inside me. I whimper at the sudden loss. But it's not for long. As soon as his shirt is flinging across the room, Luke's hands are on me again, his fingers inside me. My hands fumble on his belt. I'd be able to concentrate better if he weren't making my entire body light up with pleasure right now.

Did he go to a class on how to finger a vagina?

Getting his belt undone, I flick open the button on his slacks and then slide the zipper lower. My hand reaches into his boxers and closes around his length. It's so hard. The tip leaking precum. I glide my hand back and forth a few times, as Luke bites down on my neck.

"Fuck," he grunts. "I need to be inside you."

Taking a step forward, Luke gently lays me on the bed again, and then he shoves off his shoes and pants before settling between my thighs. The tip of his cock lines up with my entrance.

"Are you on birth control?" he asks.

I shake my head. "I was, but I didn't… I haven't taken the pills since…" I let my sentence trail off.

"I don't want to pull out, Montana. If you have an issue with that, you need to tell me. I will, if you want me to. But I really want to come inside my wife."

"I don't want you to pull out," I tell him. I want everything he has to give me.

Luke enters me, almost reverently. His eyes stay focused on mine. When he bottoms out, his body shudders. "I love you, so damn much. "

"I love you too, but I'm not fragile, Luke. I'm not going to break. I want you to fuck me."

"I want to take my time," he says.

"And you can, next round. Right now, I want you to fuck me. Don't treat me like I'm going to break. Because I won't. Promise."

Without another word, Luke pulls out and slams back inside my pussy. And he fucks me. He doesn't stop when the first orgasm racks through my body. He keeps going. Until a second orgasm erupts and his own control snaps as he comes inside me.