Chapter Thirty-Nine
The day of the reception started with frightening calm. Fifty-five guests were scheduled to arrive and Jade’s phone had not rung once. Kat really was an asset to her sanity.
From up in her bedroom Jade could hear the clanking of silverware being set out and the caterer instructing his staff. The scuff of furniture being moved mixed with music samplings as the speakers were installed.
Another six inches of snow fell the night before, and a voice yelled for someone else to wipe his or her feet. Yet, no one needed her help.
Around five o’clock Jeremy finally came up to shower. His cheeks were flushed from the cold and he smelled like snow. Jade stood in front of the long mirror in the master bathroom adding the finishing touches to her hair.
“Well, don’t you look pretty.” He placed a kiss on the back of her neck.
She jumped as his cold hands pressed against the thin fabric of her gown. “You’re freezing!”
“Now, I’m not sure what the etiquette books say about such situations—I may need to reference the binder—but I’m pretty sure we get another honeymoon after all this.” He nibbled at her neck and her nipples pressed against the silk of her gown. “Why, Mrs. Larson, are you not wearing a bra?”
Moaning, she leaned into him. “You can have your second wedding night, but not until the party’s over.”
“Ah, but you see…” His hands spanned her waist, inching up the material covering her legs. “You’re already my wife. I can have you whenever I want—at least that’s what you promised the other night, all tousled and thoroughly fucked.”
Exposing her white lace panties, he pressed them aside and slid a chilled finger into her heat. She gasped and her head lolled onto his shoulder.
“Look how beautiful you are.”
Swallowed, she peeked through her lashes as he worked his fingers in and out of her. The erotic reflection quickened her breath.
There she stood, in four-inch satin heels, legs spread and quivering, while her sexy husband pleasured her. Her immaculate gown was an absolute contrast to his black army boots, patterned fatigues, and a fitted charcoal thermal.
His muscles flexed with each thrust of his wrist, his fingers jabbing deep and hooking close to her G-spot. He kissed her neck, sending jolts of pleasure through her entire body. He played her like a fine instrument.
“You’ll wrinkle my dress,” she moaned, with little conviction.
“I would never.” Unclasping the halter, the fabric peeled away, exposing the sharp slopes of her breasts. “All I have to do is move my hand, and the dress is no longer an issue.”
“We’ll mess up my hair.”
“Not if I fuck you standing up,” he whispered into her ear, teeth scraping deliciously. “What do you say, Mrs. Larson? Can you spare your husband a few minutes before the guests arrive?”
As soon as she nodded he withdrew his hand, and her gown fluttered to the floor. He quickly reached down and picked it off the floor, tossing it over a chair.
“Come with me.” He pulled her into the bathroom and shut the door. “Hands on the counter,” he ordered as he released the catch of his pants and turned her to the mirror over the vanity.
Placing her palms on the counter, she adjusted her footing and he slid deep. She gasped as he thrust hard, causing her breasts to sway. The room filled with her sensual cries and the echoes of flesh slapping flesh.
His hand moved over her curves, plucking at her nipples and squeezing her hips. His hand slid to her front and she cried out as he pinched and teased her clit. His hips snapped into her hard enough to loosen some wisps of hair from her twist. His fingers worked over her, driving her to a point where she could no longer stifle her cries.
“Come with me, Jade,” he said, rubbing faster, a shock of pleasure shooting to her pussy so fast screamed.
His hand covered her mouth as he kissed her neck. “I love hearing you scream.” He licked over her thrumming pulse. “But there are other men in the house and those screams are for me and me alone.” He thrust hard, underscoring his possession with each emphasized jerk of his hips.
She moaned against his fingers, sinking into his possessive hold. She loved how he touched her, how demanding he was and how completely he owned her when they made love.
His fingers slapped over her clit and she jerked. He smiled at her through their reflection in the mirror. “One more. I want you to squeeze my cock so tight I come with you. Come on, baby.”
He rubbed and drilled into her, her cries muffled against his hand as she came undone. He legs trembled, but he supported her. Her pussy clamped around him as his release pulsed inside of her.
“God, I love you.” His body trembling as he placed a kiss at the nape of her neck. “My beautiful wife.”