Chapter Fifty-Four
Sawyer
On shaky legs, I stood in front of the love of my life. Knoah held Dylan as the preacher said, “I pronounce you husband and wife.”
Kurt wasted no time, dipping me dramatically in a kiss.
I was married. To the man of my dreams. Treasuring the taste of my husband, I never wanted this kiss to end.
As he stood and drew me up, everyone cheered. This was perfect. Beyond anything I could have planned or organized because, with all this effort, I knew Kurt wanted this. It was simple and not overdone.
Dylan reached for me and I took him in my arms. “Daddy doesn’t have to torment you any longer. We’re married.”
Kurt fist-bumped Dylan, who gave him a toothless grin. “Thanks for being my wingman.”
With my thumb under his lip, I made Dylan talk. “Anytime, Dad.”
My life was perfect.
* * *
In the second bedroom of our suite, the hotel had set up a crib. I laid a sleeping Dylan on the mattress and watched him for a second. Feeling the love well up inside me, it was still hard for me to fathom how my parents could have treated me the way they did. I couldn’t imagine ever doing such a thing to my child. Ever.
What would all the investigations unveil? I was nervous to know the full extent. That was not something I wanted to think about on my wedding night.
Hands wrapped around my waist. In a soft voice, Kurt whispered, “It’s hard to believe we made him together.”
“I know. It seems like a lifetime ago when I found out. I was terrified, but now I couldn’t imagine life without him.”
I turned and wrapped my hands around his neck. “And now we’re married. Does it feel any different?”
“I feel totally complete now. It’s not that I thought something was missing, but everything just feels right.”
And it did. “I agree.”
Kurt’s hands began to roam, and his lips found my neck. “And now Daddy wants some alone time with Mommy.”
“Yes.”
Silently, Kurt led me out of Dylan’s bedroom and into ours. The lights had been turned down. Kurt traced his lips around my jaw, murmuring, “Mrs. Hendrix.”
Calling me that amped up my desire. I leaned back, giving him more access to my neck. The belt on my robe was tugged open while his warm hands glided ever so lightly to my panties. The barely there touches nearly drove me mad.
Kurt stopped and took a step back. “Holy hell.”
I let the robe drop off my shoulders to reveal my lingerie gift from Knoah—sheer bra and panties with ruffles. Taking a step back, I turned and heard a low growl deep within Kurt. On my ass, in rhinestones, it read “Mrs. Rockstar.”
Kurt rushed to me, pulling my back to his front. His fingers ran up my body where they played with my nipples. Pushing my ass into him, I felt his cock hard against me.
“I wanted to take it slow with you. Treasure you as my wife.”
“Pity. I hoped you’d fuck me hard and then make love to me.”
I waited for his response. Finally, I had my answer when Kurt hummed, “Get on the bed.”
The command in his voice sent little tingles all over my skin. There was still one surprise left in this little outfit. Thank you, Knoah. Lying back on the bed, I seductively opened my legs, exposing the crotchless panties.
Kurt’s eyes darkened. “New plan. First, I’m tasting you. Next, I’m fucking you.”
I ran my fingers down my stomach. “You’re a man of a lot of words and very little action tonight, Mr. Hendrix.”
With a hunger in his eyes, he prowled toward me. Crawling over me, he settled on top of my body and captured my mouth. “No more talking, Mrs. Hendrix.”
Kissing and touching me, Kurt moved down my body and blew warm air against my sex. He hummed in approval as his finger rubbed my clit. I nearly bucked off the bed at the sensation. I was so close to coming when Kurt pulled his hand away to replace it with his mouth.
“Yes!” I cried.
“Shh…you wake Dylan, you’ll have to wait for your orgasm.”
I bit my lip to keep from groaning too loudly as Kurt put his tongue inside me. The strong strokes worked me up, and I pulled his head against me. When I was almost at the edge, Kurt sucked my clit, and stars detonated behind my eyes. My limbs tingled.
“Up on your hands and knees, baby. I’m going to fuck you while I watch my name sparkle on your ass.”
“Mmm…”
The deep, gravely chuckle brought a pool of desire low in my belly. Kurt moved the fabric and kissed my exposed nipple. Cold air moved across my skin, waking me up. I arched my back. The other cup was moved and he repeated the same thing. My breasts were left hoisted up by the fabric. “So sexy. If you want my cock, get up on those knees.”
I rolled over and stuck my ass in the air. “Like this?”
In response, I got a smack against my sex, and I groaned. Kurt grabbed my hips and thrust inside me in one fluid motion. I threw my head back. “Yes!”
“Shh…”
Slowly, he pulled out and thrust back in with the same amount of force. Hell, that felt amazing. Little tremors radiated from my core. I needed this orgasm. With each thrust, I moved my ass into him. Our groans grew louder as the anticipation for the orgasm built. We were wild, our skin creating a friction every time we came back together. With a twist of his hips, euphoria claimed us, and I could no longer hold myself up. Our bodies slumped, slick with sweat.
Kurt pulled out of me and rolled me over. “Fucking amazing. Every time.”
“It is.” That was all I could manage.
I felt the weight of Kurt’s body settle between my legs. “I’ve tasted you, I’ve fucked you, and now I’m going to make love to you.”
As Kurt slid in tenderly, I wrapped my legs around him, never wanting to let go.
* * *
I woke to an empty bed. Where’s Kurt? I heard low singing from the other bedroom. It was one of the lullabies Kurt had recorded for Dylan, “Hush Little Baby.”
I pulled on my robe as I made my way to the door to see Kurt walking around shirtless in some jeans, bouncing Dylan. I caught a glimpse of his tattoo and smiled. Though he was gone, Kurt’s best friend still surrounded us in so many ways. This was a magical moment I wished I could freeze forever.
The song ended. “Let’s give Mommy just a little bit longer before we wake her up to feed you. Daddy kept her up really late. I should have let her sleep, but I couldn’t.”
Flailing his arms, Dylan made a fussy sound. Kurt had started another song when his eyes caught mine. “Oh look, Dylan. Your mommy’s up.”
I walked into the room. “Is my baby boy hungry?”
“He is. And I understand how addicting your tits are.”
I slapped Kurt’s chest and took Dylan. “Ignore him.” Sitting in a comfortable chair, I lined up my breast and Dylan eagerly took it. “You’ve got a dry diaper, too.”
“Good thing I put on the mask. He drenched it.”
Laughing, I blew a kiss at Kurt. Casually, he knelt in front of us. “You happy?”
“Deliriously so.”