fingers down my neck and over my collarbones. “Mrs. Adams?” He trails his lips over my neck, nuzzling against my shoulder. The fingers caressing my throat drop to the bodice of the brief nightgown I’d thrown on before we passed out.
“This is sexy as fuck,” he murmurs while working the laces loose. He slides his other hand up my thigh and over my bare butt, stopping to clutch my hip. “Do you enjoy teasing your husband?”
I shift arching my back, pressing against him. “Teasing how?” I ask innocently.
He thrusts his hips, and I reach behind me, wrapping my fingers around his hard length and stroking.
“Fuck.” He kisses my neck. “Like that.”
Chaser
I swear, I meant to be all soft and honeymoon sweet but the second Mallory wrapped her hand around my dick, I lost it. Good thing we have a lifetime ahead of us to work on my self-control.
“Oh.” She moans and arches against me, pressing her breasts in my hands. At least I think so. One arm’s gone numb from her using it as a pillow. Totally worth it.
I clutch her hip, rocking her back and forth. Can’t get deep enough at this angle. “Get on top of me.” I roll to my back, shaking out my arm as I go.
Apparently, she’s as eager as I am. She scrambles to her knees and wastes no time throwing her leg over me and sinking down on my cock. I groan as she closes her eyes and tips her head back. “You’re so beautiful.” I hook my fingers in the skinny little straps hanging off her shoulders and work her skimpy nightie below her tits. “Much better.”
“Oh my God. I love you inside me,” she gasps, grinding down harder.
“Fuck.” I squeeze my eyes shut. Maybe I’m too deep now. After last night, I shouldn’t be on the edge of exploding this soon. “I love being inside you.”
“Chaser.” Her body trembles. Thank fuck, she’s close. I wet my thumb and bring it to her clit, rubbing gently until she comes apart.
She lets loose with a string of high-pitched little noises, pussy clamping around me so fucking tight, I’m letting out my own curses a few seconds later.
Maybe mid-afternoon, we stop to take a break and rehydrate. “Think I should call downstairs and see if they have any Gatorade?”
She chuckles and accepts the glass of water I hand her. While she sips it, I flop down onto the bed and roll to face her.
“So, who do you think your father will send to kill me if he finds out we got hitched without telling him? Vasily?” I lazily trace my fingers over her shoulder and down her arm. “Someone else? Or do you think he’ll wait and do the deed himself?”
She presses her palm against my chest, pushing me away. “Is this your version of sexy talk? Because I’m not feeling it.”
“Nah, I was just thinking.”
“I thought you said you trusted this place?”
“I do. I was kidding.”
“Do you think your dad will be upset he wasn’t here?”
“Disappointed, maybe. But he’ll understand.” He’s not big on weddings and probably would’ve thought our whole simple, beach thing was a stupid waste of money.
Her mouth twists down as she considers the scenario more thoroughly. “For something that personal, he’d do it himself.”
I’d love to see him try. “Well, I guess I’m safe until he gets out of prison, then.”
Chapter Sixty-Eight
15 Years later
Kodack, NY
Chaser
I pull the Manila envelope out of our mailbox and stuff it inside my cut before continuing down our long, secluded driveway.
Angelina greets me at the door by jumping up and wrapping her arms around my neck. “I’m so happy you’re home, Daddy!”
“Were you good? You didn’t shoot your brother in the ass again, did you?”
“Jeez.” She steps back and scowls at me. “One time. It was an accident.”
Still funny as shit too. Poor Dylan hasn’t lived it down yet.
“Where’s Grandpa?” She peers around me to stare at the front window. “Isn’t he with you?”
“He stopped at the clubhouse. He’ll be over for dinner later.”
“Oh, goodie! I’m making a chocolate marshmallow cream pie for dessert.”
“Yeah? You trying to give him another heart attack?” Her face falls. I probably shouldn’t tease my daughter about that. “I’m kidding. Sounds delicious. Where’s your mother?”
“Out back.” She drops her gaze to the envelope in my hand. “Who’s sending stuff here to you and Mallory Dove?”
I wave the envelope in front of her. “It’s from Uncle Alvin.”
“What is it?”
I hold it out of reach. “It’s private. For your mom and