Chapter Three
“We’re here,” Tag whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.
McKenna didn’t know where here was, but she was hoping to soon find out. Her anxiety level had ratcheted up the longer they’d sat in silence, and now, she was humming with anticipation.
Once out of the car, Tag led her only a few feet before he stopped, turning her to face him. When he pulled the blindfold off, the only thing she could see was him. Tall and broad, his big body blocked out everything else. Smiling up at him, she waited, not as patiently as she pretended, but she was doing her best.
“Do I get to know where we’re going now?” she asked sweetly, keeping her voice low.
“A cruise,” he told her. “Caribbean.”
McKenna smiled. She’d always wanted to go on a cruise but had never gotten around to it. Her heart filled with emotion, thinking about the next seven days alone with…
“Surprise!”
McKenna’s thoughts locked up at the chorus coming from behind her. It was Tag’s turn to smile, but he didn’t allow her to turn around.
“Just remember, I love you,” he said, cupping her cheeks and chuckling. “Now take a deep breath.”
McKenna allowed Tag to spin her so that she was facing the ruckus, and her heart stopped beating. A smile as wide as Texas formed on her face when she saw so many people she knew and loved. So many of her friends and family stood twenty feet away, clapping and smiling. All eyes were on her; she could feel them as she scanned the familiar faces.
Logan, Samantha, and Elijah.
Luke, Sierra, Cole, and their two-year-old daughter, Hannah.
Ashleigh, Alex, and their eighteen-month-old daughter, Riley.
Lucie, Kane, and their six-year-old daughter, Haley.
Xander and Mercedes.
She laughed when she noticed Shane Gibson and Trent Ramsey, both without dates but seemingly ready to have a good time anyway. Not that there wouldn’t be women for them to flirt with on the cruise, which no doubt they would do.
Her chest swelled when she saw her parents, Jason and Diane, along with her sister, Tiffany, and brother-in-law, Matt. Due to everyone’s schedules, they didn’t get to spend a lot of time together, so seeing them was an unexpected surprise.
She noticed, standing off to the side, Tag’s father, Jackson (that one surprised her the most), and stepmother, Victoria—Cole’s mother—along with quite a few others. All there to…
“Wait,” she said, turning back to face Tag. “Why are they all here?”
“To go on vacation with us.”
“Really?” She wasn’t buying it. Tag was the type of man who enjoyed their private time, so inviting family and friends along on a romantic getaway seemed off.
“Okay, fine,” he said, cupping her face in his big, warm hands. “They’re here to help us celebrate.”
Celebrate? Celebrate what? Had she missed his birthday? An anniversary? McKenna was so confused.
“You’ve already agreed to be my wife,” he told her softly, his fingers twisting the engagement ring on her left hand. “It’s time to make that official.”
McKenna’s throat tightened, a ball of emotion threatening to choke her. This was…
“Wait. Are you saying…?” This was so much better than she’d thought. They were … getting married! “Are you serious?” she asked, wanting confirmation before she freaked out.
“Deadly,” he told her, his beautiful emerald eyes scanning her face.
Throwing her arms around his neck, McKenna tried to hold back the tears of joy as she crushed her mouth to his. She’d waited for this day for so long. They’d talked about weddings, or possibly just eloping in Vegas, but they’d never gotten serious. Never taken the next step, yet here they were.
Tag chuckled, pulling his lips back from hers. “In case you’re plannin’ to get a little frisky there, you might wanna keep in mind that your parents are watching closely.”
McKenna sobered instantly, but the smile didn’t leave her lips.
Married!
Wow! She still couldn’t believe it.
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Okay, so the idea of a cruise was a good one.
Getting through the process … not so much.
Thankfully, Tag had gone with the royal treatment, booking the ship’s luxury rooms for him and McKenna, as well as the rest of their family and friends. It hadn’t been a spur-of-the-moment decision, and it had cost a pretty penny, but luckily, he had some friends who’d gone the extra mile to help out.
It hadn’t hurt that they had brought along Trent Ramsey, a very popular, very famous actor. It wasn’t like Tag to name-drop, but he had to admit he’d done it. He wasn’t past using his own resources to get the best for the woman he loved.
Once they were finally boarded, waiting for the ship to depart from the dock, Tag decided to steal a little alone time with McKenna before the real fun began.
The instant their private butler took his leave after going over as many details as possible in as few minutes as he could manage, Tag didn’t hesitate, stalking McKenna in the oversized room that served as the living room, dining room, and kitchen.
“So what are we gonna do first?” McKenna asked melodiously, a glimmer of heat in her eyes.
“I figured I’d have dessert.”
McKenna glanced around, her eyebrows downturned as she attempted to figure out what he was talking about.
“You, baby. You’re my dessert.”
“But, you already… On the plane.”
“I didn’t get my fill yet,” he explained.
McKenna’s face lit up as she focused her attention on him once again. Ever since her expert blow job last night, Tag had done his best to keep his hands to himself. Admittedly, he’d lost control on the plane, but he hadn’t been lying when he’d told her he hadn’t gotten enough of her. He wasn’t sure he ever would. It wasn’t easy controlling his urges considering he always wanted her. So, from the time the plane had landed, he’d been waiting for this very moment.
Tag lifted her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. He unceremoniously tossed her onto the bed and came down atop her, crushing his lips to hers without wasting a second. He relished the taste of her, the way her tongue dueled with his so perfectly.
Her sexy moans, combined with her soft hands as they slid beneath his shirt, had Tag’s body humming to life. He absolutely loved when she touched him. Loved the way her cool hands felt on his skin, the bite of pain when she dug her fingernails into his back. And he loved touching her, tasting her, making her cry out in pleasure. Hell, he was pretty sure he could get high on her.
Trailing his mouth down to her neck, he nibbled on her skin. “Take your shirt off for me.”
Pushing up to give her a little room, Tag watched as McKenna pulled her T-shirt over her head, tossing it onto the floor.
“So fucking pretty.” Her eyes were the same color as the Caribbean, and when she was turned on, they seemed to glow. That, along with her fiery red hair and fair skin, was a combination for the most beautiful woman in the world.
And she was his to do with as he wanted.
“Lose the bra.”
Enraptured as she unhooked the front clasp, allowing the cups to fall open and reveal her full, luscious breasts and sweet, dusky nipples, Tag held himself in check. Barely.
“Now my shirt,” he instructed.
She pulled his shirt up his body, then over his head, tossing it to the floor with hers. Rolling to his back, Tag pulled her with him, holding her close so he could feel her skin against his while he kissed her, hard. A desperate ache consumed him, as he fought the urge to take her roughly.
McKenna did that to him. She stirred something in him that no one had ever managed to stir before. She made his blood sizzle with her nearness.
Pulling his mouth from hers, Tag instructed her to take off her jeans, which she did with a seductive grin. As she crawled back over him, he didn’t allow her to stop when she attempted to reposition herself over him, instead bringing her up until she was straddling his face, her musky scent making his head swim with need. With his hand on her hips, he jerked her closer, sliding his tongue between her slick folds, teasing her.
“Tag,” McKenna cried out, her hands gripping the headboard that was attached to the wall. “Oh, yes!”
Tag didn’t pause as he ate her pussy, licking, teasing, thrusting his tongue inside her as she rode his face. He could’ve spent a day doing that, burying his face in her cunt, fucking her with his tongue, listening to her sweet moans and cries of pleasure as her thighs squeezed his head.
“Fuck!” she screamed as her body went rigid.
Tag opened his eyes, watching her above him as she rode the waves of her orgasm. He was ready to continue to pleasure her with his mouth, but McKenna clearly had other plans. She was off the bed and trying to take off his jeans, but Tag stopped her, laughing as he got to his feet.
He undressed completely and snagged McKenna once again, lowering her to the bed, her legs dangling over the side. Easing closer to her, Tag bent his knees and guided his cock into her, watching where they were joined, sucking in a breath as he claimed her body with his. Once he was lodged in her heat, he lifted her legs, holding them against his chest as he retreated and impaled her. Hard.
“Oh, yes! Fuck me hard, Tag.”
Unable to refuse her, Tag did as she requested, slamming into her as he watched her hands glide over her tits, cupping them, pinching her sweet puckered nipples while he fucked her. She was so tight, so wet, he got lost in the erotic slide of his cock inside her, the friction sending shards of electricity through him, making his balls draw up tight to his body.
“Harder!”
Tag pounded into her, gripping her legs tight to his chest. McKenna moved her hands to the edge of the mattress, holding herself still as he continued to drive into her over and over, harder, faster until she was crying out his name, her back arched, head thrown back as she came, her tight pussy milking him until he couldn’t hold back.
“Damn, you’re tight,” he growled. “Squeeze my dick, baby. Fuck yes. Just like that.” Tag’s release slammed into him, his cock pulsing as he came inside her.
Without pulling out, he allowed her legs to fall open, and he leaned forward, his chest resting against her breasts, while he kept his weight from crushing her.
“I love you,” he whispered, pressing his lips to hers.
“I love you, too.”
“So what do you wanna do now?” he asked, pushing up onto his arms and staring down at her.
“Shower first. Maybe a little more of that,” she said with a giggle. “And then we’ll make an appearance for a little while. And when we get back here later, you can fulfill your promise to punish me.”
“For?” he asked.
“For when I’m bad later.”
Tag nodded. He was certainly on board with that plan.
God, he loved this woman.