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February

“ L ike you said, technically we got married by the Eiffel Tower,” I tell Scar as we walk by the Eiffel Tower Experience.

Scarlett chuckles at that because it’s not wrong.

“I promise, we’ll have the big wedding. This summer, just like you’ve always wanted.”

Scar stops in her tracks and spins to face me, pushing my shoulders so I’m pressed against a brick wall. “And I promise that this is everything and more I could’ve dreamed of, Benny Boy. Now stop worrying and celebrate with your wife.”

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I spread my legs apart and pull her in closer. “Fuck, Red. I think we should celebrate alone first.”

Scar presses herself impossibly close to my body, surely feeling the proof of my arousal. Lowering her voice, she whispers, “You’ve got the rest of your life to go caveman over calling me your wife. For now, let’s celebrate with our friends and family.”

And celebrate we do. I’m pretty sure—no, I’m absolutely positive—I’ve never danced this much in my life. But you won’t find me voicing any complaints with the way my wife grinds her ass against me in her tiny dress as we dance at whatever club Jax has us at .

Walker took Gemma under her wing for the night until Gemma decided it was time to turn in. Dakota and Carson walked her back to her grandparents’ suite before they turned in for the night too.

“Who is that talking to Walker over there?” Scarlett asks McKenna once we’ve gone to the bar for some water. But before I can see who she’s asking about, Jax pulls me aside rather aggressively for my liking.

“How come you didn’t tell me Calvetti was going to be here?” Jax asks, his voice laced in frustration.

“I didn’t think I’d have to considering he’s one of the All-Star goalies for the weekend,” I answer in an annoyed tone.

Jax scoffs before taking a pull of his beer. “But you do recall my history with that clown, right?”

I fight the urge to roll my eyes. “Honestly, J, not really. I mean he was the goalie for your college hockey team. You only played with him for a year before he signed with LA. I still don’t really understand what made you hate him so much in one season.”

“The fucker messed up my one chance at getting her back.”

I sigh in understanding. “It always comes back to her.”

“And it always will. How would you feel if you lost Scarlett? If she walked away from you to move on to bigger and better things without you?”

“I’d be devastated.”

“Yeah, well I was— am . I’m sick and tired of people discounting my feelings for her just because we were teenagers at the time. Sometimes it doesn’t matter how old you are, when you know you know. And I fucking knew beyond a shadow of a doubt, that Taevin Gray was the fucking one for me.”

“I know that, Jackson. Believe me. I know. But I still don’t understand how that has anything to do with Enzo Calvetti being here. ”

“Because she came back for me in Cambridge. And he fucked me over. And now I’m forced to live with the what ifs and what could’ve beens,” Jax shouts in defeat.

Not sure what I can possibly say to make him feel better, I offer to take a shot with him, knowing it will not only distract him, but it will also give me the perfect excuse to make an escape after this with my bride.

Once we’ve got our shots of tequila—Jax’s choice—we clink our shot glasses together and tip them back. I wince at the taste, having never been a fan of tequila, no matter what kind.

After giving Jax a smack on the shoulder, I tell him I need to go find my wife and whisk her away. To which Jax waggles his eyebrows and I think he’s all but forgotten about Calvetti . . . for now, at least.

I make my way through the throngs of people crowding the dance floor and stop dead in my tracks to take her in.

My wife.

Scarlett has her head thrown back with her hands in the air as she shakes her hips side to side, making the short skirt of her dress whirl around her in a way that can only be described as ethereal.

I’m not sure if there’s an actual spotlight on her, or if I’ve just summoned one in my mind, but she looks angelic right now.

Simply too good for this world. Too good for my grumpy ass.

But she’s mine now, and I think it’s about time I take her back to our room so I can worship my wife.

With her arms still in the air, I wrap my arm snuggly around her waist from behind and use the other to grasp her chin, turning her head toward me.

“I’ve somehow managed to convince the most gorgeous woman in the world to marry me tonight, and now I’d like to show her my—what was it you called it?—caveman tendencies. ”

Bringing her one arm down around the back of my neck and her other around my arm on her waist, she tugs my neck closer to her. “Trying to claim me, Mr. Wilson?”

“Mark you. Claim you. I just fucking want you, Scar. Can we please go, baby girl?”

“Only because you asked so nicely like a good husband,” she sasses, and I intend to fuck the snark right out of her.

I’m at a complete loss for words at the sight of my bride tugging me by my tie out of the elevator toward our hotel suite.

When we’re outside our door, Scar grabs the lapels of my suit jacket and pulls me closer.

Her heated gaze stokes the flames that were mere embers moments ago.

As she traces her hands down my chest to my abdomen, my skin erupts in goosebumps and a fire blazes to life inside me.

“Tell me, Mr. Wilson, have you ever fantasized about tying your wife up on your wedding day and fucking her until her voice goes hoarse?” Her eyes are so filled with lust that if I wasn’t already rock hard, the look on her face alone would get me there.

Scarlett Carlisle was a hellish siren. But Mrs. Scarlett Wilson is a scorching inferno devouring me with her formidable flames.

Bending down, I sweep her into my arms bridal-style before tapping my keycard against the lock.

When I step across the threshold, my chest swells with pride as this moment with my wife sinks in.

“We’ve got the rest of our lives for me to tie you up.

Tonight I want your hands all over me as I make love to you until the sun comes up. ”

I place her on her feet in front of our bed and turn her around, sweeping her hair over her shoulder so I can take off the dress that has tested and tempted me since she first walked out in it. Drawing her zipper down at a glacial pace, I intend to rile her up like she did to me this entire night.

“Bennett,” she groans in frustration and I chuckle at her impatience.

“What’s the matter, baby girl?” I ask as I bring her zipper down to the base of her spine. When I let go the fabric falls to her feet, leaving her in nothing but her cheeky, lace panties and her white-bowed heels.

“Ditch the panties if you don’t want me to rip them but leave the heels on,” I command, loving the way her jaw falls open and her eyes flare with lust.

My attention is solely hers as she strips the white fabric and tosses it at me. I catch them and tuck them in my pocket.

“On your knees, Scar,” I rasp and have to bite back my grunt of approval when she immediately does as I request.

“Look at you,” I say, awestruck at the sight of her naked body kneeling before me. My fascination is only amplified when she begins to rock her hips, effectively fucking the air in desperation for my touch.

Unbuckling my belt, I maintain eye contact with her as I strip out of my suit and shed my boxers. My cock twitches with need, begging me to sink inside her.

“Crawl to me, Mrs. Wilson,” I command as I grip my cock and roughly stroke it from the base to the tip, spreading the precum leaking out over my piercings.

When Scar obeys, crawling to me in nothing but her bowed heels, the sight has me nearly falling to my knees before her. And when she’s at my feet, looking up at me through her long lashes, I feel my balls draw up in anticipation.

Scarlett lifts to her knees and wraps her hand around the base of my cock.

The first pass of her tongue over the head has me rocking my hips forward.

And when she takes me to the back of her throat, I tangle my hands in her hair to steady myself, holding her in place for just a moment until I hear her gag and then I pull out of her mouth.

“You’ve teased me for far too long today. I need to be inside of you now,” I tell her, lifting her to her feet before taking her in my arms and setting her on the bed.

I kneel on the bed and work my way between her spread thighs. Steadying myself above her, I take a moment to simply admire her beauty.

“You’re magnificent. I honestly can’t believe you’re mine.”

Burying my head in her neck, I deeply inhale and groan when her sweet scent floods my system. Flipping onto my back, I pull her up so she’s straddling me. Lust and need consume me—I can’t see anything but red as Scar’s hair falls over me like a curtain of fire.

“Goddamn,” I groan as she grips the base of my cock and sinks down over my piercings. Her breath hitches as she adjusts. “Fuck, Red. You’re soaked for me. Are you going to be a good little wife and come on your husband’s cock?”

Instead of answering, she just nods her head and moans as she slightly rocks her hips. My breath comes out in heavy pants, and she’s so wet I can feel her arousal dripping down my thighs.

“I need to move,” I grunt out. After a single nod from her, I cup the back of her neck with one hand and grasp her hip firmly in the other before ruthlessly bucking up into her.

“Y-yes,” she pants through bated breaths. “You feel so good.”

I simply grunt in response as I continue to work her up and down.

“You’re such a good. Fucking. Wife. And you’re so exquisitely mine .

” I punctuate each word with a thrust of my hips, and with each slam of her hips against mine, I feel another inch of my control slipping through my fingers.

Instead of spiraling, the feeling is freeing as I relinquish myself completely to my beautiful bride .

It’s as if she can’t get enough, each thrust a brutal claim that has her screaming out for more.

“I’m yours, Scarlett. Only yours. For the rest of my life,” I rasp, breathlessly.

“Only mine,” she gasps as I plunge deeply into her over and over again, swiveling my hips each time I do. “Yes! Bennett ,” she moans.

“Oh, fuck! Baby, I’m gonna—” I choke for air as our orgasms hit us simultaneously. “Fuuuck,” I groan into her neck as her pussy pulses around me and I fill my wife to the point I think it’ll never stop. And I hope it never will—these feelings swirling in my chest, this fire burning between us.

I’m going to spend every waking moment for the rest of my life showing my wife how much she means to me.