Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 78304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78304 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 392(@200wpm)___ 313(@250wpm)___ 261(@300wpm)
Oh my God. Julian Parker is in love with me. He sees me and gets me and accepts me, and in spite of it all, he still loves me.
“Why aren’t you mad at me?” I ask curiously. “You have every right to be. I just accused you of cheating without any proof.” If I were in his position, I’d be pissed at the false accusation.
“Because when I told you I’d wait, I meant it. From the first time we spoke, I knew you wouldn’t be an easy catch, but I’ve learned over the years that most things in life don’t come easy, and you’re worth it.”
He leans in and brushes a kiss to my lips, and I wrap my arms around his neck.
He deepens our connection, slipping his tongue into my mouth so I can taste the whiskey on his breath, and then he lifts me up, pressing me harder into the wall while I wrap my legs around his waist.
“If it were up to me, Red,” he murmurs against my mouth, “I’d marry you right now. That’s how sure I am of us. How sure I am of the love I feel for you.”
His admission shocks me, but not in the way I’d expect. Maybe it’s the fact that I’ve been drinking—though I’m nowhere near drunk—but it’s as if these feelings for him are burning bright and colorful in the dark, cold night, and I don’t want them to disappear. I want to stoke the flames and fuel the fire. Now that I’ve felt the warmth, I don’t want to go back to the cold. Now that I can see, I don’t want to be blind.
“Okay,” I blurt out.
“Okay what?” he says slowly, though based on the hopeful look in his eyes, he knows what I’m talking about.
“Let’s get married.”
“Are you serious right now? Don’t fuck with me, Red,” he warns.
“I’m serious,” I tell him. “We’re already engaged, and we’re in Vegas. And…I’ve fallen in love with you too. Let’s do it, Julian. Let’s get married.”
chapter twenty-five
JULIAN
“I’ve fallen in love with you too.”
Those words are the reason I’ve just married Anastasia Kingston. The reason we arrived at the Clark County Marriage License Bureau just before midnight and got our marriage license. The reason we found a small chapel and paid an officiant to read us our vows.
We laughed.
Ana shockingly shed a few tears.
We were pronounced husband and wife.
We kissed.
And now, we’re back in our room with Ana laid out in the middle of the bed, naked and ready for me.
“Are you just going to stand there and stare at your wife, or are you going to fuck her and consummate this marriage?” She punctuates her question by reaching up and palming her bare breasts while smirking at me.
“I’m going to fuck my wife every damn day for the rest of our lives, but right now, I’m taking a moment to appreciate the view, Mrs. Parker.”
Her eyes widen at the use of my last name, and she squirms in her spot.
“You like that?” I murmur, crawling onto the bed. I’ve already shed my clothes, and all that’s left on me are my briefs. “Being called my name? It’s like I own you.” I spread her legs and expose her neatly trimmed cunt. “Like you’re mine.”
“Who said I’m changing my last name?” she sasses. “Maybe you should change your name to Kingston.”
Some men prefer a submissive wife, one who obeys and goes with the flow. But not me. I love my feisty woman, who keeps me on my toes.
“Is that what you want?” I ask, swiping up her center with my fingertips. “You want me to change my last name to Kingston?”
“It is the better name,” she chokes out.
“How about we play a game?” I suggest, coating my fingers with her juices. “The person who makes the other person come first gets to keep their last name, and the other person has to change theirs.”
I lightly circle her clit, and her entire body shivers in response.
“Fine,” she says. “But you don’t get a head start.”
She sits up and tugs on my briefs, so I shove them down my thighs. My hard cock springs out, ready to be inside my wife’s warm, wet pussy.
She strokes my shaft a few times, and I let her, but there’s no way I’m coming in her hand. So, before she can take it any further, I palm her ass cheeks and drop her back down onto her back.
Without giving her a second to react, I spread her thighs and slide down her body, my tongue landing directly on her clit. I lick and suck it, knowing exactly how to make my woman come.
Holding down her hips, I thrust two fingers into her warmth and devour her like a starved man. She thrashes about, screaming my name, torn between pleasure and anger, but it doesn’t matter because within seconds, she’s coming all over my fingers and tongue.