Page 45 of Keeping Kaitlyn

It was as perfect as I could’ve hoped for.

Afterward, Jerard led us through the most beautiful garden I’ve ever seen. In its center was a table set for four, underneath a canopy of fairy lights and a buffet with chilled lobster and champagne. On a separate, round table stood a small, two-tiered cake with creamy white frosting, decorated with the same flowers as my bouquet. “I’m afraid a formal dinner was out of the question due to the nature of the occasion, but I do hope this is satisfactory.”

Due to the nature of the occasion.

Secret.

He means this is a secret. No one but the people who are standing here now know that Went and I are married.

“More than satisfactory.” Shoving the thought aside, I gave Jerard a smile. “It’s perfect.”

For the next several hours, the four of us sit under the stars, drinking champagne, eating lobster and cake, laughing and talking until I feel Went’s large, warm palm press against the small of my back while the other brushes my hair away from the side of my face. A moment later, a shiver rattles down my spine when I feel his lips brush against the shell of my ear.

“I want to fuck my wife.” He whispers it, and even though Dakota and Damien are so deep in conversation over some unresolved childhood spat that there’s no way they heard him, I blush. “More specifically…” The hand he used to move my hair slips under the table and slides around my upper thigh. “I want to fuck my wife’s mouth in the dress she married me in and then I want to make her come in it.”

Turning my head, I angle myself back in my seat, just enough to look him in the eye. “And you always get what you want?”

“Yes.” The corner of his mouth lifts in a deviously lopsided grin. “I do.”

Before I can think of a proper comeback or possibly remember how to breathe, Went’s free hand finds mine and pulls me to my feet. “We’re turning in,” he says, aiming his statement at his siblings before he looks directly at Damien. “Kota has the key to Kait’s suite. You’re welcome to use it. No sense in making the drive back to Barrett tonight.”

“Alright.” Suddenly looking uncomfortable, Damien bobs his head while tugging at his already loosened tie. “Thanks.” Looking at me, he offers me a pained smile. “Abbey’s gonna be pissed she wasn’t here for this.”

Leaning across the table, I drop a quick, impulsive kiss onto his cheek. “Stop by the diner on the way home to get her a milkshake—it’ll soften the blow.”

After another short round of goodbyes and promises to call, Went pulls me away from the table and through the garden, only stopping when we get to the elevator. Giving the call button an impatient jab, he practically flings me inside when the doors open and they’re not even closed before he has me pinned against the wall. Head tilted back as far as it’ll go, I watch his face while his hands fist in the skirt of my dress, slowly gathering and bunching it around my waist. “Did you take your birth control today?”

Breath caught in my throat, I nod while he exposes me to the cool air of the elevator, inch by inch. “Yes.”

Staring down at me with those bottomless black eyes, Went makes a noise in the back of his throat that almost sounds disappointed. “What about water?” Leaning into me, he lowers his head just enough to brush his mouth against mine while one of his hands slips between my exposed thighs to trace the tip of his finger along the seam of my lace-covered pussy. “Did you drink your water today?”

Lids slipping closed, my lashes flutter against flushed cheeks. “Yes…” Tilting my hips into the teasing pressure of his finger, I whimper it softly.

“Uh un…” Went gives my lower lip a nip with his teeth. “Eyes on me, Sunshine.” His tongue skims across my lip, licking away the sting while his finger slips past the crotch of my panties. “I want to see her.”

Eyes open and panting softly, I look up at him, giving him what he wants. “See who?”

Pressing two of his thick, blunt-tipped fingers against my slick entrance, Went slides them into me so slowly I feel like I’m being turned inside out. “The greedy little cock slut I married…”

Yes…

Gaze still pinned to his, a needy, mewling sound tries to claw its way up my throat when he pulls out almost to the tip. “Thereshe is,” he says, that infuriatingly knowing smile of his, playing across his mouth while he strokes his fingers back into me, so deep my eyes flare wide and I cry out.

“Went…” Legs shaking, I shamelessly pump my hips, fucking his fingers while grinding the top of my cleft against the heel of his hand. “I need?—”

Breaking eye contact, Went leans into me to press his mouth against my ear. “You might want to hit that button and take us home before my brother opens this elevator and catches me finger fucking his precious Ranch Girl.”

We’ve been in the elevator for several minutes but we haven’t moved an inch. For all I know, Damien and Dakota are standing on the other side of the doors, right now, listening while?—

Hips still pumping, I let out a desperate bleat while I lift a hand to scramble my fingers across the elevator’s button panel, pressing the one marked P1. When the elevator starts its short decent, Went pulls his fingers free and drops my dress. Before I can offer any sort of protest, he sweeps me off my feet and lifts me into his arms.

“What are you doing?” Head still spinning and legs still shaking, I can’t decide if I want to laugh or cry.

The corner of his mouth twitches at my obvious frustration. “Carrying you across the threshold.”

“I’d rather you finish what you started,” I tell him in an irritable tone that only makes him laugh.

“Sorry, Sunshine,” he presses a quick kiss to my mouth, right before the elevator lets out a ding and opens its doors. “But we’re not consummating this marriage in a fucking elevator.” Carrying me through the foyer, Went strides past the living room and dining area, and into the bedroom. Setting me on the bed, he lifts the hem of my wedding dress to reveal the gorgeous pair of embroidered, brown leather cowboy boots I bought for the occasion.

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