Charity Case - The Complete Series - Piper Rayne Page 0,124

as a smile crosses my lips remembering how much work Dean put into it. Lights of the Las Vegas Strip shine out the window of our hotel room.

There’s me naked on a bed with a sheet over me, holding my hand out with my ring on it for his viewing.

“Say your name,” he jokes.

“Chelsea Bennett,” I say, my voice innocent and lovesick.

“Wrong.”

He yanks me by my ankle down the bed and I giggle not protesting one bit. “Do you need me to spank you?”

The camera shakes from him laughter.

“Please,” I pretend to beg.

“Say your name,” he repeats, and I hold my arms out.

“Mrs. Dean Bennett,” I say on the video.

I inhale a deep breath and suddenly I’m that girl again. Naive and pure and a true believer that my forever just got etched into some imaginary book of destinies. That Dean and Chelsea Bennett would live happily ever after.

Maybe that’s why the crash back down to earth was so painful.

“What do I get for saying it?” I tilted my head to the side into a sex kitten look with hooded eyes.

The sheet slides over my lower half and there’s my much younger pussy on display, freshly waxed. Ah, the good old days.

His hand comes into view, his middle finger running up my folds, his thumb pressing lightly against my clit. My gasp audible.

“Already wet.” Although he’s behind the camera, I can still remember his satisfied smile.

“Am I the best husband?” he asks.

“You are.” I’m panting as his fingers manipulate me.

“Are you going to come for your husband?”

“That depends.” I squirm on the bed, my body growing hotter.

“Oh, I gotta hear this.” He chuckles, pushing a finger into me and my body stiffens, then relaxes.

“Put that phone down and join me.” Again, I hold my arms out, practically begging for his body against mine.

The picture moves off me and to the ceiling for a moment. A small patch of Dean’s dark strands and half his eye show before the camera shows the entire bed with me lying on it.

Damn, I looked good. Not trying to be conceited but Jesus, where did that body disappear to?

The camera shows Dean’s tall, muscular body climbing up the bed as I inch up toward the headboard. His hands slide up my legs, parting them while his mouth teases me with kisses along the sensitive flesh of my inner thighs.

My head falls to the side, my eyes closing and just like that, I’m in that too-expensive-for-college-kids-hotel room after coming back from eloping at a chapel in Vegas. Our two duffle bags sit on the chairs by the table. My fanciest dress balled up on the floor, my panties on the side table. My bra hangs from the headboard. The floral scent mixed with citrus and cedarwood fill the room and I’m with Dean all over again.

His five o’clock shadow prickles my skin, his thumbs opening me for his viewing pleasure. His dark eyes promising an orgasm that will have me tearing up the sheets. His tongue searches out my most sensitive area and I rock my hips to his rhythm, but his strong arm holds my pelvis down to the bed.

I always loved him walking the tightrope between being loving and firm with me. He knew what I wanted and made sure I ended up completely spent.

His tongue torments me and he shoves two fingers inside of me, arching them to hit my G-spot. My body protests, my hips grinding out of control, wiggling to match the speed of his fingers.

He moans, and I become greedier and greedier to have him. His fingers aren’t enough. I want his body on top of me. As though realizing it, his fingers slide out of me, his thumb continuing to play with my clit as he uses one muscular arm to hover above me until his cock rests at my opening.

“Protection?” he asks.

I remember being scared. Up until then, we’d used condoms. I’d gotten on the pill three weeks prior. At that moment, I didn’t want anything between us. It was just a piece of latex, but I thought I’d made it to heaven as Dean looked down at me, hope sprung in his eyes.

“No. We’re good,” I say, opening my thighs up more. “I need to feel you.”

He smiles that genuine one he reserves for me.

I always felt like we were sharing something special between us when he did that.

As he pushes inside, I feel myself stretch from his girth. Inch by inch he eases inside of me.