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Chapter 18

Wedded Bliss

Boone

Once the laces are fully loosened, the pink corset slips off and falls to the floor, pooling around her feet, along with her wedding gown, leaving her in a G-string exposing her round, plump, bitable ass.

I give it a squeeze. “I am a lucky man, wife.”

“And I’m a lucky woman, husband.”

“Fuck, I like the sound of that,” I say as I kiss down her back. Her body is like a work of art that I have never experienced before.

In my high school and college days, I was a fool, wasting my time with women who couldn’t appreciate the simple pleasures in life. Women who wouldn’t know how to taste a pie even if it was smashed in their face at a carnival. But my cupcake, my wife, she’s all soft yet tight curves, and I can’t wait to explore each and every one of them on the daily.

As she stands here naked, it’s evident that Sydney loves her body—as well she should—and I’ll make damn sure she knows I love it even more than she does … daily.

“I’m in the presence of a goddess, Mrs. Boone.” I nip her ass cheek.

She moans and arches her back, telling me she likes that.

“Your skin is soft as a baby’s butt everywhere.” I cup her other cheek and fight back the urge to motorboat her ass, something that will happen on a night other than our wedding night, and decide to give it a nip, as well.

I kiss back up as she pulls the pins from her low bun, releasing those soft waves down her back.

I move in front of her, cup her face in my hands, and brush my lips across hers while leading her to the bed. I scoop her up in my arms, place her in the middle, then step back and remove my clothes slowly, and she watches, chewing on her pouty lower lip with appreciation.

Standing at the foot of the bed, my eyes roam over her naked body, my desire for her only growing stronger and stronger. I move to kneel at her feet, take her ankles, and spread her legs open. “Your pretty pussy is glistening pink like your diamond. Tell me, wife, are you wet for me?”

I don’t wait for an answer, the urge to taste her too strong. I lean in closer, inhaling her sexy scent, pressing my tongue against her as she fists my hair.

I look up at her from between her legs. “Never has cunnilingus been part of my foreplay, but wife, I don’t think I’ll ever stop eating you every chance I get.”

She lets her knees drop open wider. “I’m here for that, husband.”

“Do you know how fucking good you taste?” I lick deeper inside my wife’s pussy.

“Oh Lord,” she moans. “Beau.”

I love when she calls me Boone; it’s playful and sweet, just like her. But when she calls me Beau, the name given to me by my mother, it feels more intimate, and I love being intimate with my wife.

I lick her even deeper, and she arches her back and rolls her hips. I can do this all night, and I just might. But as soon as her walls tighten around my tongue, I know she’s ready to come, giving me a little more of the musky sweetness.

I feel my balls tighten as she moans and bucks against me with her release. It’s so freaking hot. She is so fucking hot.

Without breaking contact with her clit, I reach up and grab one of her breasts, gently tugging on it until she presses into my hand, releasing my hair and gripping the sheets beneath us, hips bucking, fucking my face. But I don’t relent, not this time, not like last night, because her moans are growing louder, more desperate, and I love that shit.

I continue flicking my tongue against her clit with expert precision. When she finally reaches her climax, the sounds she makes is better than the roar of a crowd after a touchdown, her body writhing beneath me as she cries out my name.

When she’s done, when she’s panting and breathless, I move up and press my lips against hers, letting her taste the sweet remnants of her orgasm on my tongue.

Her hands are everywhere, roaming over my body, as if trying to memorize every muscle. Her nails graze my skin, sending shivers down my spine as we kiss like we can’t get enough, and I know that’s the truth. As they become more frantic and urgent, she pushes me.

“I want to be on top.”

“Cupcake, you name the position, and I am here for it.” I roll onto my back, and she moves to straddle me.

She grabs my dick like she owns it, and she ain’t wrong—she does. Then I watch as she glides the angry head of my aching cock through her glistening folds and takes me in inch by inch, rotating her hips to accommodate the thickness, the girth I bring to the game.

“My wife is hot as fuck,” I growl and grip her hip with the hand of my good arm.

“And you’re incredibly sexy,” she whimpers as she lowers herself farther onto my cock.

The heat between our bodies, the electricity that sparks when I’m inside her … “Holy fuck,” I groan.

“Holy fuck,” she agrees.

And we move together like a well-practiced team, in perfect harmony. Every thrust sends waves of pleasure through me, making me groan, and growl, and hiss as she rides me harder and faster.

When she begins to slow, I take a hand full of tit and begin jack-rabbiting from below.

“Can’t get enough of the way you feel around me, the way your titties bounce when you ride me, the way you taste on my lips.”

“Oh Lord,” she cries, and I feel her pussy clench around my cock as we both come.

We lie there, tangled in each other’s arms, both catching our breaths and basking in the afterglow of our heat. I can’t help but smile.

“What are you smiling at?” my wife asks me.

“We just came so hard. Reminded me of the grand finale at the fireworks show on the fourth of July, and I’m smiling because this is not the finale—this is just the beginning of us. We have a lifetime of moments like this to come.”

“I was just thinking of how many points on the good side, the home team, we put on the boom board tonight.”

Grinning, I tell her, “I don’t think we put one on the bad side.”

“We need more days like this.”

“And we’ll have them,” I promise.

A few minutes later, Syd asks, “You still awake?”

“Yeah, you okay?”

“What he said out there, that I threw myself down the stairs and gave him an STD?—”

“Not that any of that would change who we are, yeah, I kind of got that he’s fucking insane.”

“I fell down the stairs trying to get away from him after I caught him in bed with another woman at our apartment. I was pregnant, and,” He body shakes in a silent sob. “I hate him Beau. I hate him so much.”

“I’m so sorry Sydney, so fucking sorry.”

“If he had an STD it wasn’t from me. You can’t give someone something you don’t have.”

“I hope his balls fall off.”

Then her body is shaking and not because she’s crying, she’s laughing.

I wake up to the sound of my phone ringing, startling me out of sleep. I blindly reach for it, hoping not to wake Sydney, seeing it’s still dark out and she’s all cuddled up beside me.

My phone reads two a.m.

For a moment, I don’t want to answer it, remembering the last time my phone rang at this time—Logan telling me Lindsey had been in an accident.

The screen doesn’t read Logan’s name this time; it reads “ Unknown .” Could be the hospital.

I hit accept clear my throat to say, “This is Boone.”

“I’d apologize for waking you, but I’m not sorry,” Lindsey’s brother Mitchell says. “But you’re the first person she asked for when she woke up.”

“Don’t fuck with me, Mitchell.”

“You’re not my type, Boone.” He laughs? What the fuck? “Is there any way you could make your way here?”

“Consider me on my way.” I end the call, look at my wife, and smile.

She springs up. “Is it Lindsey? Is she awake?”

For some reason, I just sit there and worry that this might be a point on the bad side of the Boone Board for her. I sure as fuck wouldn’t want her ex to wake us up at two a.m.

“Boone, answer the question,” she demands as she gets up and out of bed.

“It is. She’s awake and asked for me.”

“Oh my God, what are you still doing in bed? Get up. Let’s go!”

Apparently, she doesn’t see it as bad.

Pulling into the parking lot, Sydney tells me she’s going to wait for me in the vehicle. I ask that if she’s not going to come in the room with me, she should wait in the waiting room instead of some parking garage in the middle of the city at three in the morning.

I win.

As we step off the elevator, Syd looks up. “If she asks for Lily, I’ll go get her, okay?”

“Or our family can bring her,” I suggest.

“Shoot, right, she stayed with them at the lodge last night.”

The lodge has an indoor water park. It was Syd’s idea to book them all there because it would keep Lily entertained and tire her out, in hopes she would not have a chance to think about the terrifying shit that has gone on around her. My in-laws got a room, too, so that our families could get to know each other better, and Maggie Sawyer offered to go so Lily could have a girl boss sleepover.

I threatened my brothers within an inch of their lives, and I also threatened to shut off their credit cards if they aren’t on their best behavior.

“Go.” Sydney does her little excited toe-tapping and all but pushes me down the hall.

“You’re fucking adorable, Sydney Boone.”

She grins. “I know.”

“Of course you fucking do.” I kiss her then step back. “Text if you?—”

“Go.”

Walking into Lindsey’s room, I about fall the fuck over when I see her ex-fiancé.

A whispered, “Beau,” has my head on a swivel.

No annoyance on earth could take away the smile that spreads across my face when I hear her say my name or see her eyes open and her partially sitting up.

“There you are,” I say, walking over and taking her outstretched hand.

“Where’s your wife?” she asks with a smile.

“Oh, so you know about my wedding before I even get a chance to tell you?” I act like I’m joking around, but I am pissed. Mitchell is here only because I allowed it, and he’s now told Lindsey I was married and brought that asshole ex of hers into her room.

“You told me.”

“What?” I ask.

“It’s like my head was underwater, but I could hear people from about whatever day Liam came here. So yes, I knew you were getting married, and I am happy for you.”

“Appreciate that, Red, but …” I scowl at the twat standing in the corner with his bow tie so tight his pinched face is even more pinched today.

“He’s not here for Lindsey; he’s here with me,” Mitchell says.

“Do I look like an idiot to you?” I ask.

Lindsey takes my hand and tells them, “Do not answer that, or I’ll boot you both out.” She looks back at me. “Why didn’t Sydney come? How is she?”

“She’s in the waiting room.” I turn and glare at Mitchell. “Jesus, did you tell her everything?”

“Mila told me you got shot when I was sleeping. Mitchell just confirmed. Get off his jock, Boone.” She swallows hard. “I want her in here when I tell the story, because I’ve already told the cops, and I only want to do it one more time.”

Sydney sits in a chair beside the bed. “I am so happy you’re back.”

“It was quite a trip, one I hope never to take again.”

“Lily”—she holds her hand to her chest—“she’s going to be so happy to see you.”

“I can’t wait to hold my girl. But first, I want to say I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I agreed to meet your ex, wanting to find just one fucking flaw in you so that maybe I would not feel so inferior.”

“I can point them all out for you so you see you are no such thing.”

Lindsey taps the side of her head. “Sometimes I get mixed up.”

“I think I understand how that could have happened to you. Lily told me a big tale, one so unimaginably sad that an almost four-year-old should have never known.”

“I’m going to file a restraining order on my mother and older brother.” She looks at Mitchell, who nods. “They’re not allowed near me nor Lily.”

“How long did it go on?” My voice rumbles.

“She laid hands on Lily once, which was one too many times,” Scott answers. “Lindsey and Mitch have been abused for as long as I’ve known him, by Madeline and Junior, physically and emotionally, and Senior is just as guilty of looking the other way. When Lindsey went to the hospital after her visit to you this past summer, Lily stayed with Mitchell.”

Lindsey smiles sadly at me. “And after that, I started planning our move, like we had talked about.”

“Why didn’t you come right after that? After you left the hospital?” I ask.

“That would be my fault,” Mitchell and Scott say at the same time.

“Both of yours?” I growl. “My daughter was abused by some fucking cunt. I’m not interested in excuses and fingers being pointed. I want to know what the fuck happened.”

Sydney places her hand in mine. “Beau.” She nods to Lindsey, who has tears rolling down her face.

“Do you know what a beard is Beau?” Scott asks.

Lindsey says quietly. “That would be me. I’m the beard.”

“No way?” Sydney asks, and Lindsey nods, then they both look up at me.

“Cody and Drew and?—”

“Ew, no,” Lindsey cuts Syd off. “That would mean I’m banging my brother.”

Syd smiles softly. “Right, bad example.”

“I’m not an idiot, so I’m not gonna step into a conversation about pronouns and things of that nature that change more often than our plays on the field, so spell it out.”

“Mitch and Scott have been in love since they met at band camp.” Lindsey smirks.

Mitch laughs. “You bitch.”

I catch Scott out of the corner of my eye, watching their interaction with affection.

“Fine, it wasn’t band camp, but that makes for a better story.”

“You and your love of smut.” Scott rolls his eyes at Lindsey.

“Don’t yuck my yum,” she huffs

“This is …” Sydney shakes her head. “This is so confusing. You’re like a totally different person than you were at the bakery.”

“A near-death experience will give you clarity.” She yawns then winces.

“You need a break?” Sydney asks, standing and grabbing a Styrofoam cup with a spoon and feeding her a scoop of ice chips.

Mitch clears his throat. “I think you get the gist of this. Lindsey and I have been through some shit. Scott”—he pauses and smiles at him—“has been a source of strength for both of us, that and he has so much patience with us.”

“Worth it to see you both finally ready to let them see they can’t control you anymore.”

“I’m happy to see you’re all healing and dealing, but I am so fucking pissed my little girl was forced into a situation because you three were?—”

“Beau.” Syd stands and shakes her head.

“Syd, love you and mean it to my soul, but I have every right to be fucking angry.” I point at Scott. “Three years of give-up-custody bullshit. I should kick your ass.”

“It wasn’t his responsibility; it was mine,” Linds yells, and her voice sounds shredded.

“I am so fucking happy you’re alive, Linds, but right now, I need a break.” I kiss the top of her head, take my wife’s hand, and walk the fuck out, calling back, “Have your brother text when you are ready to see our daughter.”

In the garage, Sydney stops me. “I love you.” I turn back and see tears in her eyes as she repeats, “I love you.”

“I love you,” I tell her, though I am a little bit confused about the middle of the parking garage exchange.

“Then listen to me when I say you need to get over this for your daughter and for your years of loving Lindsey. She was abused.”

“And she dragged my daughter into that shit, Syd.”

“She’s agreed to press charges.”

I fist my hand above my chest. “It hurts, Syd. It hurts knowing three adults could have stopped that.”

“You can still be pissed, but go after the one who actually did it, not her victims.”

“Adults, Syd.”

She grabs my face. “For Lily, you have to let her mom heal from the injuries that could directly lead back to poor choices I made since it was my ex, and the ones she’s had since childhood.”

“That’s asking a lot,” I snarl.

She snarls back, “You’re Beau Boone, number 21 for the New York Knights, a badass hero who saved a life, my husband and, most important, Lily’s father. You have a whole lot to give.”

“Fine, you win, but can I be fucking angry for a day or so?”

She walks past me. “Not if you want to make out with me in your truck while we wait for our family to bring Lily to see her mom.”

“You’re not playing fair,” I call after her.

“I’m playing to put numbers up for the home team on tonight’s Boone report.”

“First wifey win,” I grumble.

“Of many.” She turns around, smiling at me. “So many.”

“I’ll lose every disagreement just to see that smile and be able to nibble that ass.”

“It’s not losing when you’re playing for the same team, Beau Boone.”