Chapter 23

I’m officially a married woman.

Which means if Channing Tatum somehow finds me and falls desperately in love with me—as I know he would—I would have to turn him down. I wonder if that’s the real reason Chris wanted to get married.

I didn’t need to be married to be loyal. Even while being his girlfriend, I wouldn’t leave him. Not even for Channing Tatum.

My husband is hot. Smoking fucking hot.

My smile widens as I watch him, lying on my stomach with my chin resting on my hands, propped up on my elbows. He’s sprawled on his back—who the hell sleeps on their back? Weirdo— with his hand flat on his toned, bare stomach. I can’t resist leaning over to flick my tongue against his cheek.

One eye snaps open, and he lets out a low chuckle, his morning raspy voice sending a shiver through me. “Did we get a dog, or did you just lick me?”

“It was just me,” I confirm.

He laughs, opening his eyes fully before turning on his side to face me. He pulls me into him, our bodies plastered together. “Good morning, wife,” he murmurs, kissing me lightly.

I arch a brow. “Is that my new nickname? ”

His shoulders shake with a quiet laugh. “You know you’ll always be my pretty girl,” he says, with a smirk. “But I can’t fucking help it. I love calling you my wife.”

A needy noise leaves my lips when he kisses my neck, nuzzling his head into me. “I love hearing it,” I tell him.

He hums against my skin, rolling me onto my back as he kisses my neck, my chest. Not one ounce of my skin goes untouched by him. “We’re married,” I murmur as he continues his slow kisses.

“I know,” he says, lifting his head with an amused look in his eyes. “I was there.”

My lips lift in a smile as I let my hands slide to his neck, gripping his hair between my fingers. “You’re my husband,” I say, trying out the words. I’ve only said it a couple of times, and it still sounds so weird, so new… but so right.

“And you’re my wife,” Chris says, kissing my arm before he lifts my hand and kisses right on my wedding band.

I can’t help but think of how long I’ve known him. I practically grew up with him. My life was entangled with him, until we were ripped apart senior year of high school. I wonder what my life would have been like if I never met him. If he didn’t come back to me.

“Did you think we’d be here?” I ask him, curious to know his answer. “When we met, sixteen years ago, did you think we’d be married?”

He arches a brow. “Seeing as I was twelve, probably not, but when we got older …” He trails off, his eyes meeting mine. “I hoped for it,” he says, making my heart ache. “I was obsessed with you. Crazy in love with you and you barely looked my way. Not how I wanted, anyway.”

My frown is instant, remembering all the years I was oblivious to Chris’s feelings for me. I wish I knew. I wish someone slapped me in the face and told me he was everything I wanted. It wasn’t until our senior year of high school, that I started to develop feelings for him. And when I finally fell in love with him… everything turned to shit.

“I guess I just lost hope,” he continues, his eyes tinged with a sad look. “As we grew up, and I saw you dating other people… I didn’t think it would ever happen,” he admits.

I can’t even imagine a world where we’re not together. I can’t even begin to understand how I ever looked at him and didn’t realize how much I loved him.

“I’m sorry I took so long,” I tell him, feeling his soft hair between my fingers. “I’m sorry I didn’t figure out my feelings for you sooner.”

He shakes his head slightly, lifting my hand to his mouth as he kisses my wedding ring again. “I would have waited an eternity for you.”

Fuck. My eyes start to tear up, and ugh. I blink back the tears, letting out a laugh. “You’re being way too romantic,” I tell him. “Fuck me. I’m horny.”

Chris tips his head back with a laugh, shaking his head down at me. “You’re insatiable.”

“You should have known that before you married me,” I tell him, rolling him onto his back so I can straddle him. “Now you’re stuck with me,” I tease, reaching down to grip his cock, which is already thick and hard in my fist. “You’re hard?” I ask, arching a brow.

He chuckles. “You’re here.”

I stroke him slowly, loving his answer. “And that’s all it takes?”

He nods, groaning when I start to stroke him a little harder, a little faster. “You look at me and my body aches for you.”

I lean down to kiss him, smiling against his mouth and let my hand fall from his cock, shuffling on his lap so his cock fits between my pussy lips as I start to slowly rub myself on him.

“Christ, you’re so fucking wet,” he grunts, gripping my thighs as I continue to move my hips back and forth, the tip of his dick hitting my clit just right. “God, that’s so… ugh.” Chris thrusts his hips, cum shooting out of his cock a second later.

I keep moving my hips, moaning at the feel of his cock rubbing against my clit as I swipe my finger across his stomach, licking the cum off. “I wanted this inside me,” I tell him with an arched brow.

He chuckles, groaning as I keep moving. “You want me to impregnant you already?” he teases.

I pause, placing my hands flat on his stomach as I stop moving, my brows furrowing as I look down at him. “That would be too crazy… right?” I ask, anticipating his response.

“I mean…” He shrugs. “Not really.”

I blink. “No?”

He shrugs again. “We want a family someday, right?”

Hearing the word family makes my lips twitch into a smile. We both had a fucked-up family growing up, so the thought of us making our own little family heals a part of me that I didn’t realize was still broken.

“We just got married,” I point out.

He shakes his head. “I would have had a baby with you even before you had my ring on your finger,” he says, tracing said ring with his thumb.

Something settles inside me. “You would?”

He nods, his eyes earnest. “I want everything with you,” he says. “The thought of seeing your belly plump and round with my baby makes me really fucking happy.” His eyes light up, and my heart races with the love I have for him.

I lean down to brush my lips against his. “I can’t wait to have a family with you,” I tell him.

He cups my face, returning my smile. “We can talk about all of the details later,” he says. “Now get on my cock. I want inside you.”

I let out a laugh, arching a brow. And he calls me insatiable. “Already?”

“I told you,” he says with a smirk. “You look at me and I’m ready to go.”

I lift onto my knees, wrap my fist around his cock and slowly lower onto him, inch by torturous inch, letting out a deep moan when I’m all the way to the hilt.

“Fuck,” he groans when I lift off his cock, only to slam back down, the feel of him deep inside of me too much to handle. “That’s it. Ride me.” His low, husky voice brings out a moan deep from my throat as I place my hands flat on his chest, grinding my clit against his pelvis every time I drop onto his cock.

“God,” I gasp, throwing my head back. “This feels so fucking good.”

Chris lets out soft moans, his heavy breaths of pleasure making me wetter as he reaches up and toys with my nipple piercings, making the pleasure grow with each second.

“I’m almost there,” I murmur, squeezing my eyes closed as the feeling crests. “Fuck. Yes. Yes. Y—”

I gasp when a knock hits our door, and I jump off Chris’s cock, pulling the sheet up.

“ Oh no ,” I hear Grayson’s dry voice from the other side of the door. “Did I interrupt you guys?” My eyes narrow when I hear his low chuckle.

“Go the fuck away,” I call out.

“This is revenge for cockblocking me this whole week,” he says with another laugh.

I groan, burying my head in my hands. “I’m going to fucking kill him.”

Chris lets out a laugh, pulling my hands away. “Good thing I’m your husband now,” he says with a smirk. “I can’t testify against you.”

His soft brown eyes make me smile. “You’d kill him with me?” I tease.

Chris sputters out a cough. “Maybe let’s put murder in the backburner for now,” he jokes. “It’s only one more day, baby,” he says, rolling on top of me. “One more day, and then we’re on our way to our honeymoon.”

My smile widens. “And no more Grayson. ”

“And no more Grayson,” he repeats with a laugh, leaning down to kiss me. When he pulls back, he grips my waist and flips me over, pressing down on my back to create the perfect arch. “Now, be a good girl and spread your legs. I’m not done with you yet.”