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Sienna

The wedding venue is already bustling with folks getting everything on track for today’s event. The caterer is setting up in the lodge, the bakery just dropped off the cake, the rental company brought us sixteen extra chairs, and the fountain is set up behind the altar overlooking the mountains.

It’s perfect, and the second I see Tennessee I know why.

He stands in the archway in a tailored black suit, slate-gray shirt beneath, and shoes polished to a mirror sheen, but it’s the dichotomy of the fancy threads and the ink on his hands that draw me in.

Tattoos sprawl across his knuckles like a warning and a promise, proof that beneath all that sleek civility lives something untamed.

It’s official, I’m not going to make it through today. In my defense, I’m not sure who would. I mean, the man is a god in his own right.

I really should’ve given him some space yesterday. Why was I pushing so hard? I don’t care what happened between him and my father years ago. What matters is right now.

I linger on the back patio, half-hidden, watching him work, unsure of what to say after the strange end to things last night.

On one hand, I want to run into his arms until our bodies are pressed together so tight that I feel him in my bones.

On the other, I want to wait here patiently until he comes to me.

Still thinking over my next move, I continue to watch as no one interrupts him.

No one dares. He moves like he owns the air around him.

Hell, he moves like he owns everything around him.

I don’t think I could exude that boldness if I wanted to.

I don’t have that thing about me that he does.

The vibe that’s deep inside of him that makes everyone else jump and listen to his every whim.

He adjusts the floral arch just right, then turns back toward the lodge, making eye contact with me immediately. So much for my secret hiding spot. My fingers go numb and my heart slams against my chest as I stare back at him.

“Morning, little girl. You’re looking extra gorgeous today.” His eyes drag down my frame.

Okay, this is a good start.

“Thanks,” I say, my breath on alert. “You were right, you do clean up nicely.”

He brushes his wide palm over his trimmed beard and stares at me. “We should talk before your family arrives. We’ve got a lot to sort out.”

“Yeah? Like what?” I plead to the heavens that, ‘I have to fuck you before I lose my mind,’ are his next words.

He grins, reaches toward me, and tucks me against his chest. “I need to tell you more about who I was, sweetheart.”

A huge part of me wants to sit and listen to that story, and someday, I’m sure I will, but right now, I say without hesitation, “None of that matters. Whoever you were back then, you’re not that guy anymore. I want you, Tennessee. The man you are today.”

He groans under his breath, stares at me for a long moment, then scoops me up in his arms in one wild motion. “I don’t deserve you, little girl.”

“That’s too bad,” I whimper against his lips as he holds me close to his chest, “because I need you.”

His eyes tell a story he can’t seem to find the words for. They’re soft but intense, deep and longing, locked on mine as though I’m the only thing in the world he’s ever wanted.

For a moment neither of us speaks as the air between us hums with the weight of what’s to come next. Then, he decides for us.

“Where are we going?” I pant between kisses as he carries me up the stairs of the lodge where I’m supposed to be getting a wedding ready. “I don’t have a room here, do you?”

“Fuck,” he groans. “No, I thought you did.”

My body’s still hooked to his waist like a monkey, he turns back and forth, searching the hallway until he sees a door flung open with a maid cart outside.

I think I know where this is going, and I think I know how crazy this little town is going to buzz when they find out what I’m doing in someone else’s hotel room with a man twice my age, but I don’t stop the momentum.

I’m over that. Last night was the last night I’ll spend alone in my bed ever again.

So, I let the giant man with the salt and pepper beard carry me past the pine door into someone else’s room. I let him lock the door behind us, then lay me out on the freshly made bed of white linen, and I revel in the way he looks down at me like a wild animal who’s just caught his prey.

“You’re going to have to forgive me for the things I’m about to do to you, little girl.”

Oh damn!

“Okay,” I pant, staring up at him like an innocent deer, unsure of what comes next.

“I know I should be easy on this little virgin body, but fuck…” He pulls me close to the edge of the bed and sinks between my legs, burying his bearded face against my pussy with a groan.

“Fuck.” He breathes me in, tucks his thick fingers inside of me, and eats like he’s been hungry all his life, like nothing has ever satiated him the way I do.

I grind up against his face, scrubbing onto his soft beard again and again as a heavy knock hits the door.

I should’ve known this was coming.

“Housekeeping.”

“Occupied,” I shout, hoping the girl goes away.

“I’m going to get the manager,” she mumbles through the door.

The manager! I had to work with him to get the event situated. Most every event in Rugged Mountain happens at this lodge so that’s going to be awkward, but I’m not stopping.

I couldn’t if I wanted to.

“No one can stop this now, little one. You’re mine.” He growls like a wild beast unchained from reality as he tucks my hips up against his and slides his hard, thick cock against my seam.

Breathing through my nose, I focus on the way he stares, at the way his sandpaper hands feel against my skin, at the scent of leather emanating from him, at the way his hard cock slides inside and spreads me so fucking wide.

“Fuck, you’re tight,” he moans, “and so fuckin’ wet.”

I’m not sure what I expected, but the pain is not terribly bad. It’s more of a pressure in the pit of my stomach and a pinching that seems to be subsiding.

“You okay, baby?” he grunts, slowing his thrust a little. “Your little virgin pussy getting stretched too far?”

I pant as he thrusts into me over and over again. “I think I’m bleeding.”

“Do you want me to stop?” He slows his movement as he speaks.

“No, I just wanted you to know, just in case…”

“In case what? In case I didn’t want your blood on my dick?”

I nod slowly, embarrassed when I see streaks of red swirling in the creamy white excitement pooling between us.

“Oh, princess, I want all of you, remember? Besides, I’ve been thinking about what your cherry would feel like on my cock all night.”

Why does he have to be so insanely hot?

“Moan for me, little girl. Come on… I want to hear you.” He thrusts into me harder and faster. I have no idea how deep he is, but I’m pretty sure he’s going to poke through to the other side of my stomach.

My legs rest on top of his shoulders and his big hand reaches toward my breasts, tugging them free before leaning in further to suckle each one with a quick scrape of his teeth.

His warm, wet breath tickles my skin. “Tell me you’re mine. I need to hear you say it.”

A knock hammers on the door, but we ignore it.

“I’m yours.” I swallow hard and drive my hips into him further as I grip the edge of the sheet. “Come inside me! Fill me up!”

“Oh fuck, baby. I’ll fill that little pussy up. I’ll fill you so fucking full, you’ll be dripping for days.” He groans. “You want my seed? Tell me again. Tell me what you need.” His voice is more fevered now, like he’s gone completely feral.

“Fill me up! Please!” I circle my clit as I pant out the words.

“Fuck, baby. You’re getting tighter. You’re about to come. Do it! Come on my cock! Give me all your juices.” He thrusts into me harder and harder as I hear the words ‘final warning’ through the pine door. I’m too absorbed with the giant cock piercing through me to care.

A moment later, the door creaks open and I explode, coming all over his thick cock as his name falls from my lips over and over again.

He thrusts into me twice more, hard and fast. Then all at once, he groans, “You’re mine.” Instantly, the feeling of his warm come coats my insides.

There could be forty wedding guests staring at us right now, but I’d never see them. I’m too enthralled with the look of pleasure on his face as he continues to thrust.

“Fuck.” He leans into my lips and kisses me hard, his voice low in my ear as he says, “I’ll take care of you, little girl. Always. I promise.” The words spill from his lips like he was meant to say them.

My core heats as he kisses my forehead and pecks sweet kisses all over my face.

“Umm… hate to interrupt your…”

“Christ!” another voice interjects. “What in the name of Saint Peter is going on?”

And just like that the air shifts and my stomach drops. It’s my father.