Total pages in book: 19
Estimated words: 17129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 17129 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 86(@200wpm)___ 69(@250wpm)___ 57(@300wpm)
Uncaring of everyone around us, nothing existing in this moment, I sweep my tongue into her mouth and groan when her sweet taste hits me. “Follow my lead, baby girl. Just like this,” I say into her mouth, so fucking turned on by the fact she doesn’t know how to kiss. I get to show this delicious girl how to do everything. My chest is pumping up and down, beating with the rhythm of a savage. If this were a historical novel, I would be pillaging towns and huts, roaring at the proof I have the greatest prize. Proving my worth to her by resurrecting those same towns in her honor and name.
For a moment she too forgets we are exposed, and her sweet moan runs through me, feeding the hunger in me, giving me a brief respite of this primal urge to fuck her senseless and put my seed in her. Well, long enough to let her celebrate with her family before I take her home and do just that.
It has been two hours since our impromptu ceremony and I have not had a moment alone with my new bride and it is pissing me off. The only reason I have not put an end to this shit is because she has been smiling nonstop and enjoying herself and I want that for her. “Well, I assume you are satisfied,” Lloyd says, coming up behind me. I throw my wine back and mumble under my breath.
“Not yet but I will be.” Enough of this shit. I am done sharing her with everyone.
Stealthy, I make my way across the yard toward where she and her sisters are talking. Sadie sees me coming first and smirks before she nods towards me. My wife turns around and her cheeks pinken. Her gaze drops a bit before she looks back up at me, lower lip in her mouth. “Congratulations,” Rachel says, hugging me.
“Thank you ladies. I hate to interrupt your fun, but do you ladies mind if I take my bride to her new home?” They all smile and hide their giggles shaking their heads. I run my knuckles down her face to the pulse in her neck, satisfied when I can feel it racing. “Are you ready, baby girl?”
“Yes,” she says quietly, placing her hand in my offered one. Not stopping to say goodbye to anyone else, I usher her into my Lexus and zoom the fuck out of the driveway. The ride is short and stifling. The need between us, even though she doesn’t know what she is feeling, is thick and so fucking tangible.
“Wow. You live here?” she asks, looking up at my home. Our home.
“You live here now as well, baby girl. We will come and get the rest of your belongings from Jasper’s in a few days.”
“A few days? What am I going to wear in between then?” I run my fingers through her hair to under her chin.
“Preferably nothing, baby. I plan to have you on your back, hands and knees for the next few days.”
“Oh my.”
No.
Mine.
Chapter Four
Hannah
I am married. I am married to Jude Blackstone. I am Mrs. Jude Blackstone. It seriously just happened. I am going to relive this day in a few days in my mind and fall into a state of shock. But right now, all I can think about is what is about to happen. I should be nervous, right? Hesitant since he is a relative stranger, but all I feel is anticipation. “Put your arms around my neck,” he says, bending down.
“Why?” He lifts me in his arms and my arms wrap around his neck hastily. Chuckling, he smiles and kisses my forehead.
“That’s why. I am carrying my wife over the threshold of our new home.” He carries me as if I weigh nothing and does some weird eye thingy over a door scanner. The front doors unlock and over the threshold we go. “Welcome home, baby girl.” His lips touch mine softly before he pulls back and kicks the door shut. Before he can put me down I hear something scurrying across the floor. Like bulldozers these two gorgeous dogs come flying at him. I can tell they are used to jumping all over him when he comes in the door, but they stop suddenly seeing me, a stranger in his arms.
“Oh my goodness. What are their names?” I ask him, wiggling in his arms, to let me down so I can pet them, but he doesn’t.
“The male is Hulk, and his mate is Sol. They are four years old.” I haven’t stopped looking at the gorgeous well-trained babies he has.
“Hey beauties. My name is Hannah. Tell your dad to let me down so I can meet you,” I say, but instead of working on him, he chuckles.
“Nice try, baby girl. For right now, you are only getting down for one reason only.”