my Masters. I simply couldn’t plan a wedding and give school the attention it deserved. But as soon as that degree was in my hand, we traded it for a big binder of wedding plans.
And the wedding was perfect, with Claire and Carly at my side and Caleb and Grant at Nathan’s.
Claire and Caleb had walked down the aisle together, and I swore I saw sparks between them, the same as I always do. But Nathan swears just as vehemently that the last thing his rule-breaking brother needs is a woman who is the definition of a rule-follower.
Still, for two years, they’ve butted heads from time to time in what I can only call muted heat, and I still think their occasional dinner table banter has more than argumentative fire to it. But I’m not playing matchmaker there.
They’ll find their way if it’s meant to be.
Of course, we’d had to make some last-minute alterations to Carly’s gown since her belly had popped significantly over the last month. But her glow and Kyle’s excitement about their soon-to-arrive daughter more than made up for the last-minute rush tailoring appointment. I’d never tell him so, but he’d been absolutely adorable, sitting in the front row, his eyes never straying from my best friend, who has healed him amazingly well and in return has the support of a man who wants her to only be herself.
And Grant had almost teared up when Nathan had asked him to stand in as his father. Grant’s not quite as stodgy as he used to be, but I think he’ll always be a bit proper. Someone in our house should be.
My parents love Nathan, of course. He fits into their vision of who they’d choose for me better than they’d ever dreamed, though I don’t think they realize there’s so much more to him than his bank account.
I do think they see how much he loves me, but to them, it’s just gravy.
But it was the wedding I’d always dreamed of. Simple and tasteful, small and intimate. And most of all, filled with love.
And now, we’re off on our honeymoon to Greece. Starting, of course, with exploring the outer islands from Crete to Mykonos on a private yacht before we spend just as much time poking around the mainland.
Nathan has promised me time to explore the ruins and visit the museums, but we’ll need plenty of time just the two of us. Like now.
“Show me.”
The order reaches deep inside my mind, moving my hands before I even will them to. My fingers deftly untie the knot at my chest, my suit falling away to the bed. Nathan works the bows at my hips, baring me to him.
“Fucking gorgeous. I could eat you up.”
I bite my lip, then dare him knowing he’ll follow through happily, “Do it.”
He pauses, not giving me the control even though he wants the same thing I do. Instead, he teases me, light touches along my sun-heated skin that bring goosebumps and shivers of desire.
He spreads my puffy lips wide and blows on my pussy, his scruffy cheek pressed against my thigh. He just looks at me, up close and personal, nothing to hide between us ever again.
And with a smile I can feel against my leg, he finally traces a fingertip around my clit. “Right here? Is this where you want my tongue?”
He won’t do it, not until my challenge becomes a plea. But there’s no need to deny myself the pleasure I know he can give me. “Yes. . . right there, lick me. Please.”
The beg is his victory, his tongue is my reward as he follows the same circular path he made with his finger. Around and around, teasing me and pushing me more into madness.
But right before I come, he stops and instead blows a heated breath over me once again.
“Not yet, kitty. This pussy doesn’t come until I say so. Can you obey or are you going to be naughty?”
Every filthy fantasy I’ve ever had is contained in those two sides of the same coin and he knows it, knows every single thing about me. Inside and out.
I whimper, knowing another gush of honey just accompanied his words. It may have started off as a dangerous game, but we’ve carved out a softer version of that submissiveness for our own. One that represents our true selves and thrills us both.
Sometimes, I answer ‘naughty’ just to get the punishments he metes out, loving the way he marks me, fucks me raw