Chapter 33

Sammi

12:01 AM SATURDAY

I have candles all around me, white lilies in my hair, and a hunky Australian between my legs.

“Have I ruined your life yet?” Lock asks. He lifts one of my calves over his shoulder and pushes my back against the golden wall of the temple so hard, the flames of the candles tremble.

“Oh, definitely.” I balance on tiptoe and trust my cunt at his face. “Ruin it harder!”

It’s insane, what we just did.

Hell, it’s insane, what we’re about to do.

Whatever blessing that monk put on our tattoos earlier probably didn’t come with the instruction to fornicate in a sacred temple at midnight.

Then again, I guess it might have. We’ll never know.

We don’t speak Thai.

“And what other bad decisions would you like to make tonight, darl?” Lock says in between kisses to my inner thigh. “We’ve already made enemies of the Thai mafia…stolen a sacred artifact…kidnapped a ladyboy…”

“Ladyboy Celine Dion is here of her own free will,” I remind him—and then I grab his hair and make him lick my pussy.

“Mmph” is all that Lock says back.

Damn right.

His tongue slides up and down my pussy lips, making my hips buck against him. I want more. I need more.

And if he won’t fucking give it to me, I’ll take it for myself.

It’s probably a sin by the standards of one religion or another, the way that I want Lock right now. More likely than not, it goes directly against the teachings of several.

The Buddhists have their detachment. The Hindus have karma.

But right now, my only religion is Lock’s tongue between my thighs, and I’m praising it accordingly.

“Oh god,” I moan. “Oh god—oh GOD—”

“Is that what you’re calling me now, darl?” Lock asks.

I glower down at him.

“Ah, well. Don’t stop. It’s flattering.” He shrugs, shooting me that billion-dollar grin before he goes back to work.

“Oh…oh god,” I continue as his tongue finds my clit.

I was raised Catholic, so I’m sure I’ll feel accordingly guilty in the morning.

Not for long, though.

This is our last little sin before we become husband and wife.

I try to keep it all straight in my head, the unlikely chain of events that have led up to this point.

Eggs’ infidelity, which I’m realizing smarts only slightly less than his assessment that I’m too boring to be anything more than a wife.

Beneath the table at the Ladyboy Caberet and the alleyway outside.

Magical tattoos and monastery’s curse.

A gambling den and squirting in the face of a mafia don.

Making love beneath a waterfall and orgasming in Lock’s arms.

And now…this.

First comes tequila, then comes love, then comes marriage.

But before that…I guess I ought to come, too.

It’s only par for the course that I should squeeze one last orgasm in before we become man and wife.

And I come hard, humping Lock’s face in desperation and losing control. He wraps his arms around me, pulling my cunt flush with his lips and tongue and teeth. I find myself cradled in his arms, fully supported by his strength, while the candles flicker golden all around us.

My body twitches and spasms and takes every wave of pleasure that Lock doles out, just like always…

But it’s different this time.

It’s more.

“Fuck,” I swear. My chest is heaving, and my body feels full of the same light that surrounds us. Now, the world is glowing on the outside and glowing from within, too. “Lock…”

He smiles up at me, lips glistening with my honey. “Yes, my bride?”

“I want to suck your cock real, real bad right now, handsome.”

“Mm. Beautiful.”

He slides a hand up my stomach, stroking the bodice of my wedding gown. It’s gorgeous, inlaid with crystals and pearls. When I asked Ladyboy Celine Dion where she got it, she put her finger to her lips and poured me another shot.

I didn’t ask again.

“Please, Lock.” I can feel my mouth watering just at the prospect of having his cock between my lips again before he makes me his wife. “I can be quick about it.”

A devilish gleam appears in Lock’s eyes.

“Who said anything about being quick?” he asks me, and suddenly my world’s spinning.

Before I know it, it’s Lock who’s got his back against the temple wall.

He’s not wearing anything fancy, but I don’t mind. Somehow, it’s difficult for me to imagine Lock in a suit or a tie. His white button-down is buttoned down just a little too far, and his tan slacks are just a little too tight.

He’s perfect, is what he is. And the tightness in his pants…well, that’s gotta be at least 25% bulging hard-on.

We’ll see if they don’t accommodate him a little better once I’m done draining his balls.

As I pull his cock out for what feels like the dozenth time tonight, I can’t help but marvel at what a fucking man I’m about to marry. I don’t subscribe to any of that alpha male bullshit that I’m supposed to believe in…but at the same time, I can’t help but feel like maybe I’ve just been waiting all this time to meet the right alpha male.

Lock’s an asshole. I’ll give him that. He’s a womanizer and a playboy, and he thinks too fucking highly of himself—all of that’s true.

But he’s also cultured. And he’s fucking gorgeous. We want the same things out of life, and at this point, I’m finally realizing how important that is.

Eggs would have had me scrubbing the floors in his shadow while he fought the good fight.

Lock and I can fight that fight side-by-side.

As I wrap my fist around Lock’s dick for the final time before he’s officially mine, I can’t help but marvel at how fucking big it is all over again. It’s like every time I see it, I fall a little more in love with it.

Sammi Brighton. Seduced by a dick.

I don’t know why that surprises me, but it does.

Still, surprise doesn’t stop me from sticking out my tongue and pumping his cock in my fist until all of his precum is milked onto my taste buds.

There’s something incredible about Lock’s cum. Salty and sweet all at once.

That one little taste is enough to make me want more.

And if there’s one thing I’m damn fucking good at…it’s getting what I want.

“That’s right, darl,” Lock purrs as I wrap my lips around his heavy, engorged tip. “Take it all. Lick it all up. Get me wet then suck me dry.”

“Mmmph” is all I have to say to that.

It’s all that needs to be said.

I know it was a wild fucking ride getting here. And I know that this isn’t what I planned. Farthest thing from it, in fact.

But with my Lock’s dick in my mouth and the gorgeous world that is his stupid, handsome, lovable Australian body left for me to explore, I can’t imagine my life ending up any other way.

“Take my cock, Sammi!” Lock’s voice turns to a low, desperate growl as he grabs my braid, meeting my pace with a little thrusting of his own.

The pace doubles. Then triples.

“Sammi!” A high-pitched Texan voice calls out from the bottom of the temple’s steps below. “Are you guys getting married or what?”

“Yes,” Lock growls, not to Mysti May, but to me.

I feel his balls tense up beneath my chin.

I start sucking harder.

“Come on, you fucking horndogs!” Percy shouts up at us, too. “The ceremony’s about to start!”

“You’re mine.” It’s like the rest of the world doesn’t exist for Lock right now—his existence begins and ends at my mouth, and I double up my efforts to accommodate. “You belong to me, Sammi—my wife—my bride—my whore—my fucking—”

Lock explodes in my mouth, sending wave after wave of his sweet, salty cream gushing over my tongue. I gather it all up, careful to save every spray of it—then I roll it around in my mouth and collect it on my tongue.

I spread my lips and show him—show him the way his seed looks as I balance it on my taste buds.

When I open my mouth again, every drop of that cum is gone.

“You belong to me too, Lock,” I tell him, and for once, I have a grin on my lips just as cocky and smug as his.

“Damn right I do.” Lock takes my hand and pulls me to my feet. “Have you realized yet that when we kiss…you’re going to taste yourself on my lips?”

“And you’ll taste yourself on mine,” I remind him. My chest feels like it contains a fucking supernova right now—but my lips…my lips feel ready for that kiss, even if the rest of my body isn’t yet. “Are we really doing this, Lock?”

“Have to,” he chuckles. “They’re all waiting for us down there…and I’d hate to disappoint our audience.”

“Let’s do it, then,” I tell him. “I love you…husband.”

I watch his face light up at the sound of that word: husband. It’s almost like he’s been waiting for this for a long, long time.

Which is silly, considering we’ve only been together for just this one night.

“I love you too…wife.”