Page 23 of Reluctantly Ever After (The Oops Baby Club #2)

My mouth claims hers with a violence that she meets and matches. There’s a monster inside of me that won’t be satisfied until I consume her, and the taste of her on my tongue is only fueling it to take more more more.

She’s right there with me with a monster of her own, her insanity the other half of mine as her teeth sink into my bottom lip and her tongue licks into my mouth.

This kiss is brutality and desperation. It’s starvation and satisfaction. It’s a craving that's been building since Vegas. Maybe before. More like since the first time she walked into the room with that pink hair and sharp mouth that cut me straight to my core.

And I never healed right.

Not until now.

She doesn't hesitate for even a fraction of a second. Her fingers dig into my biceps hard enough to bruise as she yanks me closer, dragging me half onto the table with her. The force of it knocks a glass over, water spilling across the wood, soaking into her shirt—my shirt—but neither of us stops. Her tongue pushes into my mouth, like she’s trying to devour me.

I groan against her, the sound ripped from somewhere soul-deep as her teeth catch my bottom lip, biting just hard enough to feel it in my cock. Her hands are everywhere—ripping off my beanie, digging into my hair, reaching under my shirt until her nails dig into my ribs.

She’s feral and unhinged and I fucking love it.

It’s like she's been dying for this as long as I have and her eyes open while we’re kissing and we stare at each other.

She dares me with those stormy eyes to keep going.

She’s a hurricane I want to drown in.

A tsunami I want to destroy me.

Right now it's a goddamn battle to the death between my body and hers, my heart and hers, our souls and everything we are.

"Get up here," she demands, fingers hooking in my belt loops, yanking me forward until I almost fall on top of her. I have to catch myself so I don’t crush her belly, but then she’s on me again.

Her teeth sink into the underside of my jaw, her nails raking up my back, burning a path that travels straight to my dick.

Fuck, I'm so hard it hurts.

I want her.

Need her.

Would kill to be inside of her.

I grab her legs and yank them around my waist, forcing her onto her back, and she goes with a groan that's half-pain, half-pleasure, but she never lets go of me.

I know she'll probably be sore in the morning, but I can't bring myself to care.

Not now. Not when she's got her nails buried in my flesh, her tongue fucking into my mouth, her thighs squeezing around my waist like she's never letting me go.

There's no space between us, not even a breath, and somehow it's still not close enough.

I'm shaking, trembling on top of her, my body vibrating with the need to be closer, to taste every inch of her, to consume her.

I'm not going to make it through this.

My hands are in her hair, fisting it at the base of her neck, yanking her head back, giving me full access to her mouth.

Her throat.

To her skin.

To the little spot where her neck meets her shoulder that makes her whimper when I bite it, sucking the skin into my mouth until there's no doubt there’ll be a bruise there in the morning. My teeth rake down her throat and she shudders, her hands fisting in my hair, her legs locking around me.

I need her.

I need her more than I've ever needed anything in my entire life.

"You have no fucking clue how bad I need you," I growl against her skin, my teeth dragging along her collarbone. "I'm gonna fucking eat you alive, Pink."

She moans, the noise desperate and broken and wanting.

I drag my hand up the front of her shirt until I can get a grip on the front of it. I tear it open. Fabric rips and buttons go flying, but she's splayed out on the table, her bare tits right fucking there, and I groan.

"Shit, look at you," I say, pulling back just enough to admire her. She's flushed and panting and so fucking gorgeous I could die. I trail a hand up her ribs, brushing my thumb over her nipple. Her back arches as she whimpers, the noise going straight to my cock.

"You gonna keep staring, or are you going to do something about it?"

Goddamn that smart fucking mouth.

I smirk and dip my head, flicking my tongue over the hard peak. "You mean like this?" I ask, before sucking it into my mouth, biting down on the sensitive flesh.

Her hips shoot off the table, and a strangled moan rips from her throat.

"God," she whimpers, her fingers digging into my scalp.

"There's no god here, baby," I murmur, switching to the other breast. "Only me." I bite down again, and she cries out, her body writhing beneath me.

I reach down and grab the ring she wears on a chain around her neck, the one I'm not supposed to know about. "You know what this means?"

She shakes her head, and I pluck her nipple between my fingers.

"It means you're my fucking wife." I suck her nipple back into my mouth and her legs tighten around me. "As much as you might want to deny it, it means that you're mine, Pink."

"Kasen—"

"You need to know I don't share." I switch to the other nipple, biting it hard enough to sting before soothing the pain with my tongue. "I don't fucking share. You let me have you, and I'll kill any motherfucker who tries to touch you. I will kill him."

Yeah, I’m saying some unhinged shit, but she brings it out in me. Always has.

She moans again, and there's sauce smeared against her arm and water and lettuce in her hair. My hand shifts and a plate smashes on the floor as her fingers fumble with my belt, the button of my pants, and then she's shoving them and my boxers down just enough to free my cock.

"Tell me to stop now, Pink, because once I'm inside you, I'm never leaving." I swear to Christ, I'm about to lose my fucking mind.

My free hand works on yanking down her leggings, which is real fucking difficult considering any time I try to put space between our bodies to reach down there, she thrashes and fights to get closer.

"If you stop, I'll fill your bed with Legos and you'll never sleep again.

" Her hand wraps around me, stroking slowly as she stares up at me, dead serious.

"Do you know how many times I've touched myself since Vegas and imagined it was you?

" Her tongue darts out to lick her lips, her eyes never leaving mine.

"Fuck," I hiss, my head falling to her shoulder. "You can't just say that shit, woman." I laugh, a dark, broken sound, but it's hard to breathe, let alone laugh right now.

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip. "And I'm so sick of pretending I don't want this."

She's pumping my dick now and I grab her wrist, stopping her before I embarrass myself. "Pink?—"

"What if you're right?" she whispers. "Maybe we're just crazy enough that this works."

"I'm right." I shift her arm above her head and pin her to the table with the weight of my hips. "I'm always fucking right. You should have learned that by now."

She rolls her eyes, and I grab her other hand, holding them both above her head in one of mine.

I lean back and stare at her. She's splayed out on the table, dressed in only my ripped shirt with food smeared all over us both and her leggings and underwear dangling from one foot because I was too impatient to rip them all the way off.

Fucking perfect.

"Besides," I tell her, slipping my hand under her back and lifting her slightly, "I think I've earned this."

"Oh, yeah?"

I brush my thumb over the ring, and she sucks in a breath, her pupils dilating. "Yeah. I've been good to you, haven't I?"

She nods, her throat bobbing as she swallows.

"I think maybe you're the one who needs to show me how grateful you are." I drag my thumb over her bottom lip, groaning when her tongue darts out to touch my skin. "Maybe if you beg nicely, I'll give you what you want."

"I don't beg."

"Then I'm going to eat your pussy until you're about to come, and then I'm going to leave you here, high and dry, while I go fuck my hand and pretend it's you."

Her teeth sink into her bottom lip, but she doesn't give in. There's a wicked glint in her eye, the same one she gets when she's about to score a deal that'll fuck me over.

"You wouldn't dare," she says, lifting her chin in defiance. "Not if you ever want to sleep again, James."

I smirk, sliding down her body and lowering to my knees beside the table. My leg lands on top of a smashed burger, but I give no fucks. "You really are something else," I whisper, kissing my way down the swell of her stomach, my hands gripping her thighs. "We'll see how long you last."

"Maybe I'll just go find someone else to?—"

I don't let her finish. I don't let her say another goddamn word, especially the one she's about to say.

I'm not going to hear it. She wants to play this game?

Then we're fucking playing. My mouth is on her, my teeth scraping over her clit.

I slide a finger inside of her, groaning when I feel how wet she is.

So goddamn wet and hot.

She cries out, her back arching off the table as she moans my name. My name, and it's the best thing I've ever heard in my entire life.

"Kasen—"

"You're not going to find anyone else." I drag my tongue over her clit, sucking it into my mouth. "No one. Because you're married to me. You're my fucking wife, Wren." I add a second finger. "Now say what I want to hear."

"I want?—"

"Say it." I flick my tongue against her, her pussy clenching around me. She's close, but I won't give it to her. I won't give her anything she wants until she gives me what I want.

"Fine. Fine, you asshole!" she gasps, writhing against me, her hips lifting, her legs trembling. "Please let me come."

I grin. "And?"

"And you were right." She's panting, her fingers fisting in my hair. "You're always fucking right."

I'm still not satisfied. I need more. I want her to admit that she feels this too, that she's just as obsessed and insane and lost as I am.

"Say you need me," I growl, curling my fingers inside her, my mouth sucking at her clit. "That you're my wife."