Page 64 of Silver Spoon Falls, Vol. I
FORTY-SIX
MORGAN
Tears fill my eyes as I stand in front of the altar while Camden and George promise to spend the rest of their lives together. Out of the corner of my eye, I glance around, trying to get a peek at my caveman standing on the other side of the aisle with the other groomsmen.
I find his eyes trained intently on me. When he runs his tongue around his lips and winks at me, I barely resist the urge to fan myself. Oh, man. How long is this freaking ceremony going to last anyway?
My stubborn caveman put his foot down and refused to let any other man walk down the aisle with me, even though it isn’t our ceremony.
My brother and Giant gave him hell, but Grizz refused to bend.
In the end, Camden and her fiancé, George Graydon, agreed to add another groomsman and bridesmaid to the wedding party so I could walk with my caveman.
I’m not at all upset with this turn of events. In fact, I’m completely turned on and in love with my caveman. I might’ve read thousands of romance books over the years, but none of those book boyfriends hold a candle to my real-life hero.
The ceremony finally comes to an end, and the bride and groom head back down the aisle followed by each of us. When I wrap my arm around Grizz’s, he leans over to whisper next to my ear, “That fucking ceremony was thirty goddamn minutes too long.”
“It only lasted thirty minutes.” I snort, trying to keep a serious look as we walk down the aisle.
“Like I said, way too fucking long. I was tempted to throw your gorgeous ass over my shoulder and get the fuck out of here midway through.” My entire body heats from the inside out.
“I owe you a special reward for resisting the urge.” My teasing causes my own blood to heat when fantasies of how I could reward Grizz flash through my mind.
“Why don’t you agree to run off to Vegas and marry me tomorrow for my reward?” Shocked, I suddenly halt, nearly causing Crissy and Eric to plow into us from behind.
“Are you serious?” He doesn’t answer. Instead, my caveman tugs on my arm and leads me to the empty back corner of the large cathedral.
“Dead serious. We can be husband and wife by this time tomorrow.” The theme of our short relationship has been throwing caution to the wind, and I don’t intend to change things now. After all, things are pretty freaking fantastic.
“Let’s do it.” The only cloud in my bright sunny sky is my brother. Oh well, he’ll just have to get over it. I plan to avoid him until we can escape from the wedding reception. Then I’ll worry about dealing with Miles once I’m Grizz’s wife.
When my caveman decides to get something done, he really gets it done. The morning after Camden’s wedding, we’re on another private jet on our way to Las Vegas.
“How did you borrow this plane without giving away our little secret?” I lean back against the buttery soft leather seat and take a sip of my champagne.
It might be seven-thirty in the morning, but I decided to start celebrating early.
Plus, my nerves could use a little liquid courage.
In my heart, I know marrying Grizz is the right decision, but I’m still a little nervous. Okay. A whole lot nervous.
“I rented this one.” Ah. That explains why my brother hasn’t texted me a hundred times already. “I’m not taking any chances until I have my ring on your finger. I’d prefer to ask for forgiveness than permission.”
“I like the way you think.” I lean my head against his shoulder and relax when a sudden thought crosses my mind. “As long as you’re not using that philosophy with me.”
“Never. I plan to get into all my future trouble with you at my side.” He smiles and leans over to kiss me to within an inch of my life. By the time we come up for air, I’ve forgotten what we were talking about.
The rest of the morning passes in a blur. After landing at the private airstrip, Grizz whisks me away to a small chapel. I’m not sure how he arranged this so fast, but everything is ready to go. Within an hour, we’re signing our marriage certificate.
Once all the formalities are done, my new husband doesn’t waste a second, and we make it to the hotel in record time. “Fucking finally.” He slams the suite door shut and turns to me. “I love you, Mrs. Delacorte.”
“I love you, too.” I decide to tease my new husband a little bit. I have to keep him on his toes, after all. “What are we going to do now? Feel like watching a movie?”
“Maybe later. Right now, I’m about to blow my wife’s mind.” He steps back and rips off his jacket and tie.
“I guess we can watch a movie later.” I shrug and point my head to the bedroom. “What are we waiting for? I’m ready to have my mind blown.” In one move, he lifts me against his chest and turns to rush across the suite.
The lights from the Vegas strip illuminate the room. Without turning on the lights, he kicks the door shut before setting me on my feet next to the bed.
“Do you want to keep the dress?” I don’t recognize his voice.
“Yes?” Why is he worrying about my wedding dress right now?
“I have a recurring fantasy of ripping a dress off your luscious body, but I’ll take a raincheck.” It should scare me that he can read my mind so easily, but I find it incredibly hot. When he rips his shirt open and buttons zing across the room, my mind goes blank.
I run my hands up his naked chest, feeling like a kid at Disneyland. He throws back his head and growls my name, and I feel incredibly powerful. He stops my exploration when I reach his waistband.
“I can’t take much more, Temptation. I’m going to come in my pants if you keep touching me.
” Grizz spins me around and makes quick work of unbuttoning all the buttons down the back of my dress.
He lets the silky material drop to the floor before kissing the back of my neck.
“Lie on the bed.” I should be a little self-conscious, wearing just white lacy panties, but the passion shining from his dark eyes wipes all my concerns away.
“I need you.” I step back and sit on the edge of the bed. When he leans over to suck one of my nipples into his mouth, I drop onto the soft comforter. He kisses his way across my chest and gives the other side the same attention.
I groan when he pulls away to let his dress pants drop down his legs. “I want you too much to take my time.” He crawls over me and places a soft kiss on my neck.
“I’m not complaining.” And I’m not.
He spreads my legs and my pulse skyrockets.
When he runs a finger around my wet opening, I whimper and beg him to move things along.
My husband puts me out of my misery and presses on my clit with his thumb while pressing two fingers deep into my core.
I lose track of time while he keeps his promise and blows my mind.
“Please,” I plead as he takes his time touching every inch of me before starting the entire process again. I’m not sure where he found all this patience, but I’m dying here. “I need you.”
An orgasm blasts through me when he bites down gently on the side of my neck while curling his fingers to rub them against my sensitive walls.
As tremors run through my body, he places his shaft at my intimate opening and ever so slowly presses forward.
My nails grip his shoulders as his thrusts pick up speed. I lift my hips to match his thrusts, but it’s hard to keep up with my husband. He rotates his hips a little to one side, and the new angle causes his erection to rub against a sensitive spot that drives me wild.
Mr. Overachiever isn’t happy until I come so many times, I lose track of all the climaxes. Two can play this game. I slide my hands down his muscular back and dig my nails into his perfect buns while clenching my inner muscles tight around his erection as another orgasm tears through me.
His huge body shudders above me, and he comes with me.
“I love you,” he whispers into my ear, and I’d return the sentiment if his huge cock hadn’t already stolen my ability to speak.
A little while later, I decide to steal his ability to speak.
Careful not to wake up my dozing husband, I scoot down the bed with one mission in mind. I lightly stroke his shaft while trying to decide where to start. “Fuck, I want to wake up like this every day.” I guess he caught me.
“We can negotiate later. Right now, I’m on a mission to blow your mind.” I place a soft kiss on the tip and slowly slide my hand up and down.
“Blow away.” He moans and wraps his hand in my messy hair. His muscular legs tremble when I close my lips around his erection and suck, heightening my own pleasure. It takes a few tries, but I figure things out and my husband isn’t complaining. I’m going to freaking love married life.
The next morning, my eyes blink open and I realize something is missing. Grizz’s powerful body isn’t pressed against my backside. I roll over and glance around the room. Nope, no sign of my husband.
We were too busy yesterday to unpack our suitcases. We didn’t even bring them into the bedroom, so I’m out of luck when it comes to having something to wear. Oh well. I’m pretty sure my caveman won’t mind me walking around the suite naked. In fact, it might encourage him to continue our workout.
I stick my head out the bedroom door and glance around, expecting to find Grizz somewhere in the living room. My heart drops a little after I rush around and find the entire suite empty. I grab my cellphone and dial his number, but the call goes straight to voicemail.
Wondering where he disappeared to and not wanting to take the time to dig through my suitcase before I find out, I throw on my wedding dress and pull on his discarded dress shirt over it.
Before I leave the suite, I slip my feet into my nude pumps, completing my morning-after outfit.
I don’t care if I look like I’m taking a walk of shame; I have a missing husband to find, and we have a honeymoon to continue.
Luckily, I find the hallway deserted. When the elevator immediately opens, I breathe a sigh of relief and step in. So far, so good. My incredible luck holds until the elevator doors swish open a couple of floors down.
Swallowing, I watch as two rough-looking, extra-smelly men stumble into the elevator.
I mean, these two men look like they’ve been ridden hard and put away wet.
They both look me up and down a few times, and I swear one licks his lips.
Eww. I tug Grizz’s shirt tight around myself, and his warm, spicy scent helps disguise their disgusting unclean smell.
When the older of the two turns and leers at me, I notice the huge gaping hole where two of his front teeth are missing and almost gag.
“Aren’t you a sweet little morsel,” the younger, slightly ickier one sneers.
Shoot. I suddenly regret my tendency to react without thinking things through.
I glance between the two of them, noticing how bedraggled they are.
Their dirty jeans, threadbare t-shirts, and greasy hair added to the dirty smell clinging to them tell me these men aren’t staying at this five-star hotel.
For the first time since I met Grizz, I’m scared, actually terrified.
I know my husband will do whatever it takes to protect me, but I’m definitely making his job tougher.
The younger creep presses the red emergency button, and the elevator halts between floors. Now, my fear of whatever nefarious plan these men have combines with my fear of being stuck in an elevator. “Now, we have time to get to know her.”
“I’m really in a hurry,” I attempt niceness first. “Someone is waiting for me.”
“Whoever it is will have to wait until we’re finished with you.
” The younger one ends my hopes of getting out of here without issues.
Pulling up my big girl pants, I realize I need to take control of this situation.
I call on every single self-defense technique my brother has drilled into my head over the years and dive between the two men with my hand aimed at the alarm.
Before either is able to react, my finger hits the button, sending the elevator soaring back up at the same time their horrible stench hits my nose.
When the older one reaches for me, I elbow him in the nose, sending blood pouring down his face. “Not today, Satan,” I growl and spin around to drive my knee into the younger creep’s sweet spot.
The doors open behind me, and I spin around to get the heck out of there but find my husband’s furious eyes taking in the scene. Well, at least he’s getting to see what the next sixty or so years will be like. Me causing trouble and him cleaning up the mess.