Page 42 of The New York Nighthawks, Vol. 2

DEMPSEY

If the past three weeks were any indication of how the rest of my life would be, I was the luckiest son of a bitch on the fucking planet.

Skye amazed me more every day. She was dedicated to her craft, independent, smart, funny, and drop-dead gorgeous. And a hidden tigress had begun to emerge in the bedroom. My little wife could be insatiable, and I loved every fucking minute—pun intended.

“Are you about ready to go, baby?”

“Yes, just give me five minutes,” Skye responded, then leaned into the mirror to put color on her lips.

She didn’t need a speck of makeup to be the most beautiful woman in the world, but that didn’t mean I didn't appreciate the way she enhanced her features when she dolled herself up. I loved her…all of her.

I’d admitted how I felt to myself after the last football game when she’d thrown herself into my arms with a scream of excitement because we’d won. Naomi, Prentice’s wife, had chuckled and mumbled something about newlyweds in love before shooting me a wink.

Yeah, I’d known that was where this was headed, but her words made me realize that I didn’t just love Skye, I was head over fucking heels in love with her.

She’d come to every game and had even gone with me to practice whenever she wasn’t in class. When I wasn’t with the team and she wasn’t in school, we spent every minute together. She was easy to talk to, but we also felt comfortable just being together in companionable silence.

Her taste in movies was questionable—watching historical romances was more boring than watching paint dry—although she'd redeemed herself when she admitted that she was also a sucker for the cult classics. We started many movie nights, but they’d almost always ended up with us making out on the couch… and fucking soon after.

I wasn’t sure how she’d done it, but Skye was not only the love of my life, she’d also quickly become my best friend.

My gaze scanned her body, admiring her curvy hips and spectacular ass in the slacks she was wearing. Then I looked into the mirror to check out the teal sweater that hugged her shape, accentuating her big tits.

“Stop it,” she demanded with narrowed eyes.

“Pardon?” I adopted my most innocent tone and expression.

Skye shook her head with an exasperated chuckle. “I’m nervous enough without having to worry that your family will take one look at me and know that you’ve just had your wicked way with me.”

I grinned and sauntered over to her, cupping her hips and pulling her back against my front. “You shouldn’t be nervous, baby. They are going to love you. And we’re newlyweds. They already know I’ve been having my wicked way with you every chance I get.”

She smiled, but it didn't quite reach her eyes.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” Her smile was blatantly fake this time.

“Skye,” I growled as I turned her around to face me. I raised her face with a finger under her chin and stared down at her in a silent command for answers.

“I just…” she sighed, and her shoulders drooped. “I just wish this was…I don’t want to lie to your family. They’ll hate me when this ends.”

I gritted my teeth, seconds away from saying fuck it to my subtle plan and telling her that this would never end.

But even though we’d grown incredibly close, and not just sexually, I wasn’t sure if she’d fallen in love with me yet.

“It’s not a lie, baby. You live with me, sleep in my bed every night, spend all your free time with me…

if this isn’t a real marriage, what is?”

She opened her mouth, then shut it. Then her lips curved into a sexy smirk. “Maybe we should stay here, and you can show me how a real marriage feels when I’m riding it.”

With that image firmly planted in my mind, I ran football plays in my head, trying to soften my very hard dick.

“Stop trying to distract me,” I admonished playfully. “I promise, they are going to love you, no matter what.” I brushed a kiss over her mouth to stop myself from adding that I would know because I already loved her. “Let’s go before we’re late and my mom kicks my ass.”

When I received my signing bonus from the Nighthawks, one of the first things I’d done was buy my parents a nicer apartment.

I knew they’d want to stay close to their friends and family, so I found a big, three-bedroom loft in a safer part of Harlem.

My youngest brothers, Markus and Mykel—seventeen-year-old twins—still lived at home.

However, even though my middle brothers, Foster, Brennan, and Atlas, had all moved out, they lived within an hour of my parents.

I couldn’t let them find out about my marriage from anyone but me, so I’d had to tell them right after we tied the knot. After putting them off for three weeks, I’d had no choice but to agree to dinner during my next bye week.

But I wasn’t worried about what they would think of my wife. Skye was perfect for me, and they would know that as soon as they met her.

She was chewing on her lip when I pulled the SUV into my parents’ guest spot in the garage. I reached over and tugged it free. “Do I need to remind you that the only teeth allowed to nibble on your delectable lips are mine?”

She giggled and looked up at me through her lashes. “Maybe. If I recall, you’re the only one allowed to play with all of my lips.”

I groaned and hurried out of the car, jogging around to open her door.

As I helped her out, I muttered, “My parents knowing we have sex and walking into their house sporting a motherfucker of a hard-on are two very different things, baby. If you don’t stop tempting me, I will put you over my knee when we get home. ”

As I suspected, my family adored Skye. My mother even dropped some not-so-subtle hints about giving her grandchildren.

I’d seen the longing in my wife’s eyes and hoped that meant she wouldn’t try to kick my ass when I knocked her up.

She’d never brought up contraceptives, and neither had I.

I wasn’t sure if she just hadn’t thought about it or didn’t care.

Either way, I took full advantage of her willingness to go without them and was doing my very best to put my kid in her every chance I got.

And my little temptress definitely earned herself a spanking when we got home.

“Baby! I’m back!” I shouted as I kicked the front door shut behind me. The coach had put us through a particularly rough practice, and I was dying to take a long, hot shower. With the right company, it would heal all of my aches and pains.

“Kitchen!” she called back to me.

“Come shower with me,” I requested when I popped my head into the kitchen.

Skye turned around, and my mouth watered. Fuck, she was gorgeous. Even in her frilly, polka-dot apron. She was wearing a pretty white top and a black skirt that made her legs look a mile long. Legs I wanted wrapped around my head before I put them around my waist.

“Sorry, Dempsey,” she said with a pout. “I’m cooking, and if I stop, it will ruin the food.”

She looked genuinely put out that she had to abstain from showering with me to cook. Which was a testament to just how fucking awesome I was in bed because she loved to cook more than just about anything else.

“Your loss,” I quipped with a teasing wink. She mumbled something under her breath, and I laughed as I headed straight for our bedroom.

After cleaning up, I pulled on a pair of jeans, not bothering to button them since I was perpetually hard around my wife. Then I donned a white T-shirt and meandered back to the kitchen.

I silently admired her as she set the food out on the table. She could be a little absent-minded and clumsy from time to time, but when she was in her element, she was as graceful as a swan.

“Do you have any idea how fucking beautiful you are?”

Skye paused and turned her head to look at me with a beaming smile. “You’re not so bad yourself, handsome.” Returning her attention to the table, she straightened a plate, then fixed a knife before seeming satisfied. “Dinner’s ready.”

I prowled toward her and wrapped my arms around her waist, nuzzling my face in the crook of her neck. “Looks fantastic, baby. And I bet it tastes even better.” I nibbled on the bottom of her earlobe and whispered, “I can’t wait for dessert.”