Chapter 8

Hand in hand,I nervously stepped off the elevator with Jacob and into the penthouse suite. It was so beautiful. Eggshell-colored walls covered the entire suite. The living room was decorated in shades of navy blue, gray, and white. There was a huge sectional, a fireplace, and a sixty-inch television that hung over it. The kitchen was white with stainless steel appliances with white marble countertops.

A set of windows ran the length of the living room, with a sliding glass door leading out onto a balcony equipped with an infinity pool and grilling area. Jacob and I stood out there, still dressed in our wedding attire. Night had fallen and a cool crisp breeze filled the air.

I looked over at him as he gazed out at the beautiful view. I couldn't get over how handsome he was. Looks-wise, he checked off every quality on my list. So far, his personality seemed to match the outside. From what I'd seen in a few short hours, he was sweet, sincere, and intentional. My spirit didn't feel any kind of alarm with him. In fact, I almost felt… at peace.

Dare I say that?

I didn't notice I was staring until he looked over at me with a smile.

"Is something on my face?" he asked.

"No… it's just a very handsome face."

He blushed… actually blushed. "You gon' give me a big head, now."

I giggled. "Isn't a wife supposed to be her husband's biggest hype man?"

"You're right." He grabbed my hand. "Why don't we go get comfortable?"

We headed back inside, and I noticed that a big suitcase was by the door. We'd both only come in with a small bag. He walked over to retrieve it and rolled it into the living room.

"What's this?" I asked.

"Just a few essentials. I wasn't sure what you liked, so I had my sister help me pick out a few things to make sure you were comfortable tonight. It was in her car, so I had her send it over after we left."

I smiled as he opened the suitcase. He began pulling items out, which included matching pajamas, body wash, lotion, socks, and a silk bonnet, amongst other things. We decided to shower and get comfortable for the night. The entire time I was in the second bedroom's shower, I wondered how the night would end.

I was both anxious and nervous.

For months now, I'd tried to imagine my husband. I had this idea in my head of what he'd be like, and I was so ready to know Jacob. While this entire situation was so completely left of my norm, I was ready to surrender and challenge every inhibition, every doubt, and every fear that told me this was a mistake. I had faith that if we did the work, we could have a beautiful relationship.

After my shower, I took my time moisturizing my body. Jessa had gotten some amazing skincare products that left my skin feeling buttery soft. I slipped into the pajamas she'd gotten. They were kind of a snug fit, but I didn't mind. I made my way out of the room to the living room. Jacob was seated on the couch on his phone. He looked up at me with a smile and motioned me over to him.

When I was within arms reach, he pulled me down onto his lap and kissed my cheek.

"Y'all are too cute already."

I turned my attention to the phone to see Jessa on FaceTime.

I blushed. "Thank you."

"I was just telling my brother you all missed the argument between our parents. I don't think your people will be a fan of Jacob for a while."

Jacob shrugged. "I'm sure Mom and Dad aren't too happy with me right now either. I'm not concerned. I'd almost rather none of them had shown up if they were going to be sour or negative the whole time. You'd think Kay and I getting married was the end of the world."

I smile at him already giving me a nickname.

"They are gonna drag it for a minute," Jessa said.

"Well, while they are dragging it, we will be on our way to our honeymoon," Jacob stated.

My head snapped in his direction. "Honeymoon? That wasn't part of the package, was it?"

"It was," he confirmed with a grim. "No way we could get married and not celebrate."

He reached under him and produced an envelope. My brows furrowed slightly when he handed it to me. I hadn't even thought about a honeymoon. I'd taken a few weeks off from work to settle into newlywed life, but a honeymoon was the last thing on my mind.

Hesitantly, I took it from him and opened it, finding two plane tickets. My eyes widened as I read the destination: Santorini, Greece.

"We're going to Greece!" I exclaimed, jumping to my feet.

"We are."

I couldn't help but to jump on him and smother his face in kisses. All he could do was laugh. Greece was on my bucket list of places to travel. My heart was happy as hell to be going.

"Thank you! How did you pull this off?"

"After we were matched, I told Chance I wanted to take my wife on a honeymoon. He looked back at your file and saw that you mentioned Greece as a place you'd love to visit on your initial questionnaire. Since I didn't know your name, I had him book the flight. He gave me the tickets this morning."

Tears swelled in my eyes. Maybe I had hit the jackpot this time around. He cupped my face and kissed my cheeks. I was already falling in love with how affectionate he was because physical touch was a major love language for me.

"Y'all are gonna make me cry!" Jessa exclaimed, fanning herself. "Let me get off here before you two make me sick with all this cuteness. Enjoy your night and your honeymoon. I love you, Jake."

"I love you too, sis."

They disconnected the call, then Jacob placed it and our tickets on the table. He relaxed into the couch and cradled me in his arms. For a moment, he just stared at me with a smile on his face.

"You are so fucking beautiful," he said, stroking my cheek. "I'm definitely about to my wife a muthafucka to death about you."

I giggled. "You must have really been ready to be a husband."

"I was. I'm thirty-four years old. I'm too old to be playing the field. It was past time to find my rib. My parents have forty years in the game. My grandparents have sixty. You don't find love like that anymore. I prayed and manifested this union. God had to be sick of me to match me so quick."

"I know what you mean. Now that we're here, we have a lot to figure out… a lot to get to know about each other. For one, where are we going to live? I mean, I live in a one-bedroom apartment. It's not hardly big enough for two people."

"I feel you on that. My loft is sizable, but we wouldn't be comfortable."

"Do we even want to live together right away?"

He was quiet for a moment. "How about this? We can alternate weeks at each other's space until we find a home?"

I nodded. "I can do that. I do have to warn you, I'm very particular in the way I keep my space. I can't stand clutter."

"I'm not gonna lie and say I keep things pristine. It may be a little unorganized. I might have work items all over the place at times, but I do clean up after myself."

"That's all I ask. Do you cook?"

He chuckled. "Don't I look like I can cook? I'm a big man, and I love to eat."

His eyes passed over me as he licked his lips when he said that. I didn't miss the slight grip on my thigh as he said it either.

"You cook?" he asked.

"Very well."

"So we should have fun in the kitchen then. You teach me your favorites, and I'll teach you mine."

"That means we need a house with a big kitchen. And a nice dining area for family dinners. That is important to me. We always ate dinner together as a family when I was growing up."

He smiled. "Us too. Look at that. We've established our first tradition."

I giggled. "I guess we have."

For a moment, we stared at each other. I had a feeling that this was going to become a thing. I couldn't help it. He still wasn't real to me. It would take a good minute before any of this really set in.

For what seemed like hours, Jacob and I sat on that couch, talking and getting to know each other. We shared stories about our childhood and college days. We talked about our careers. We even talked about our past loves and what led us to Arranged Hearts in the first place. The more we talked, the more I realized we were alike.

It was around two in the morning when my eyes started getting heavy, and I started yawning. I wasn't ready to lay it down, but my body was wearing out. We decided to call it quits. Standing in the middle of the living room, Jacob peered down at me. he brushed a stray hair away, before cupping my face and pressing his lips to mine.

"Goodnight," he said softly.

"Goodnight."

We shared another kiss before parting ways, with him going to one room and me going to the other.

I'd been tossingand turning for a good hour now. As tired as I'd been before I came to bed, I was restless now. The bed felt too big. It felt lonely. I kept thinking to myself, it was crazy to sleep alone when my husband was right down the hall. In just a few hours, I'd already felt closer to him. I felt comfort and safety in his arms.

Tossing back the covers, I climbed out of bed and left my room. I made my way down the hall to the other room where Jacob was. I tapped softly on the door. When I didn't get an answer, I gently pushed the door open. In the soft moonlight illuminating the room, I could make out his silhouette in the bed. He snored softly as he slept shirtless with one hand tucked behind his head and the other thrown across his stomach. He'd taken the bun out of his hair, so his locs hung freely.

I stepped into the room. As I got closer, I could see that his upper body was almost completely covered in tattoos. The covers stopped at his midsection, showing off the sexiest set of abs. God, he was beautiful.

Kneeling next to the bed, I lightly tapped him. "Jacob… Jacob?"

His eyes slowly opened, and he looked over at me. "You okay?"

"I'm fine. I just… I can't sleep. I was wondering… can I sleep with you?"

He immediately moved over and pulled back the covers for me. I stood and slid in next to him. He positioned himself on his side as I got comfortable on mine. For a moment, we gazed at each other in silence. I swallowed hard as my thoughts raced through my mind.

It was my wedding night.

He was here. I was here. Would it be wrong to take things to another level? I mean, we were married. The bed of marriage was undefiled. Maybe it would be weird because we were strangers. Part of me felt like it was giving one-night stand vibes, but shit. This was the man I'd be having one-night stands with for the rest of my life. I was attracted to him. He was attracted to me. He was my fucking husband.

Nothing was wrong about that.

Fuck it,I thought.

I slid closer to him and cupped his face. Softly, I pressed my lips to his. He didn't hesitate to wrap his arms around me and pull me into his chest. His hands caressed me in the most respectful manner. I didn't want him to be respectful. After the time I spent being unfulfilled and then untouched, I wanted him to ravish me.

I rolled him onto his back and straddle his hips. I sat back on his thighs and pulled off my pajama top. His eyes drifted to my nipples, and he licked his lips. Sitting up, he cupped my breasts and pushed them together. I shuttered as he trailed kisses across the tops of them before his mouth dropped to my nipples.

My hands went to the back of his head as he devoured my sensitive buds one then the one. My hips involuntarily began to grind against his. Beneath me, his dick hardened and pressed against my mound. The harder he grew, the more pleasurable the friction between us became.

A moan escaped my lips. The next thing I knew, he'd rolled me over onto my back, and in one swift motion, he pulled off my bottoms. He reached over and flipped on the lamp beside the bed. For a moment, he sat back with his eyes trailing my now naked frame.

"Shit…" he mumbled. "You are breathtaking… so fucking perfect. Are you sure you want to take this there, Kay?"

I nodded. "I'm sure."

Leaning forward, he kissed me again, slow and sensually. One hand slipped between my thighs. I knew he'd find me wet with desire. He stroked my swollen clit before his fingers slid into my pussy.

I gasped. "Jacob…"

"You're so wet, Kay," he declared, kissing and sucking on my neck. "Can I taste you?"

"Y-yes!"

A trail of wet kisses were placed from my neck, down to my breasts, down my abdomen, and finally between my thighs. I waited with bated breath for him to claim his prize. When he ran his tongue from my opening to my clit, my back arched slightly. The moment he latched onto my clit, I felt like my soul left my body.

He licked and sucked on her with skilled perfection. My legs were already trembling. My hands found their way into his locs, intertwining them in my fingers. I gave them a soft pull, causing him to suck harder on my pearl.

Again, I gasped. "Shit!"

My hips had a mind of their own as they thrust forward to ride his beautiful face. His eyes remained closed. The look on his face told me that he was savoring the taste of me on his palate. If his expression didn't tell it, the moans pouring from him into me did.

"You taste so fucking good to me, Kay," he declared as he slurped my juices.

He pushed my legs further open and spread my pussy lips for unobstructed access. Rapidly, he flicked his tongue across my bean. The act had my entire body convulsing with spasms. When he added the stroking of his fingers against my G-spot, pleasured cries fell from me tenfold.

"J-Jacob! Don't stop… please don't stop! It feels so good!"

I could feel my orgasm brewing. My toes curled, my chest heaved, and when I finally let go, it was like my senses left me for a moment. I felt my body expelling my juices just as quickly as he lapped them all up.

He snaked his way back up my body to kiss me. Hungrily, I feasted on his mouth, savoring the taste of me on him. My hands worked to push his bottoms down over his hips. Reaching between us, I grabbed his dick.

Damn.

Although I couldn't see it, I didn't need to see it to get the perfect visual of him in my mind. He was long and thick. My fingers trailed the protruding veins that lined his shaft from the base to the thick, smooth, mushroom head. A low groan emitted from his throat as I stroked him.

"Put it in," he commanded.

I guided him between my slick folds. His eyes closed, and his head dropped back.

"Fuck!" He cursed as he sank into me.

Once he was fully nestled inside me, he pulled my legs around his waist. Leaning in, he kissed me as he slow stroked my pussy. Even though I said I wanted him to ravish me, his strokes were so methodical… so deliciously teasing, that I felt myself juicing up so fucking bad.

"You feel so good, Kay," he whispered against my lips.

He slowly rolled his hips into me. The feeling of him filling me to capacity caused my breath to hitch in my throat.

"Take it," he said, sliding an arm up under me. "It's yours."

He nipped at my chin, and I whimpered. He buried his head in the crook of my neck, lightly sucking and biting on it as he continued to slow stroke me.

"I can't wait to fall in love with you," he whispered. "To cherish you… to build a beautiful life with you."

I clung to him, tears streaming down my face. This was the most emotional sex had ever made me. Then I realized it wasn't sex. He wasn't fucking me. He was making love to me… sweet, mad, passionate, soul-stirring love to me.

I whimpered. "Jacob… oh God!"

My nails dug into his flesh. I gripped his ass, pulling him in deeper. My body tingled with pleasure. He was loving me so good that I just didn't want him to stop. Every thrust stole my breath away. Every nip at my flesh caused my walls to clench around his length.

I cried out as he stroked me hard and steady. "Fuck! I'm… I'm gonna cum… I'm gonna… I'm gonna cum!"

My orgasm came through full force, but that didn't stop him. While I was cumming, he was still stroking, and while he was stroking, I kept cumming.

One.

Two.

Three. Three orgasms ripped through me before he gave a final thrust, and his seed deposited deep inside me. His body collapsed on top of mine, and we both lay there panting heavily. After a moment, he pulled back and looked at me with a grin on his face.

"I think you came in here for my goods," he jested.

I giggled. "That may have been part of it."

He chuckled as he rolled over onto his back, pulling me on top of him.

"I'm okay with that. Use me how you see fit."

I bit my bottom lip. Looks like we were in for a long night.