Page 48 of Magnetic Temptations

“You may kiss your bride,” Pops announces. Mason peers down at me with devotion and captures my lips in a blazing kiss.

“I love you, beauty.”

“I love you too, Mason.”

The reception was full of uproarious laughter, dancing, cutting the cake, and photographs. Mom and the other old ladies outdid themselves while planning this event. Tents were pitched and erected sporadically around the property to protect us from the Texas sun since we began early in the afternoon. One held the makeshift dance floor, the other the cake, table and chairs, and the others had sitting areas as well as the cake and food.

Ella was my matron of honor while Charlee, stood up for me as a bridesmaid at her insistence. And when Charlee gets her head settled on something, you comply. It’s just easier that way because when she gets a bee in her bonnet, even Country can’t wrangle her under control.

Maverick and Myles stood with Mason, Maverick being the best man because he demanded the role since he was older than Myles. Myles good naturedly rolled his eyes and didn’t argue with him, although there was a wrestling match to confirm the choice.

As we rushed to Mason’s motorcycle at the end of the party, bubbles were blown at us as we climbed on. Mom had tears streaming down her cheeks as she blew me an air kiss and Dad looked like a proud papa. He nodded his head at us and wrapped his arms around my mom’s shoulders.

Even after all of these years together, Gunner and Cameron are madly in love.

They have an age gap between them that you would think could divide them the older they get, but if anything, it’s made them closer in many ways. A lot of people didn’t think they’d last because of that age difference, but it didn’t deter them. Dad fought their love until she ran and he couldn’t find her.

Not long later, they welcomed a bouncing baby girl—me, and they’ve been stronger than ever since that day.

“Alone at last,” Mason teases me as he carries me over the threshold, causing me to giggle. I can’t believe this day has finally come. Tonight will cement our bond after we make love. There’s nothing more momentous and binding than the level of intimacy we’ll be doing—it’ll fuse us together as one.

While I’m as eager as he is to be naked in bed with him, I tried to tell him that he was going to be indoctrinated into how bikers love a good party, and our wedding was no exception. Plus, since our decision to wait was a private one, I’m pretty sure everyone already thinks we’re going at it like rabbits. Still, for over an hour, every time we tried to sneak out, someone would grab one of us and pull us back on the dance floor or into a conversation.

When Mason finally had enough, he threw me over his shoulder, growling at everyone as they approached while I laughed my ass off as I tossed my bouquet. I still don’t know who caught it because my attention was firmly on the nice, tight ass I was staring at as he carried me away.

He gently sets me on my feet then pulls me into his arms as soon as we’re through the door and it’s been shut and locked behind us. A small whimper escapes my lips when I catch the unbridled heat in his gaze. I feel as though a small inferno has been lit and suspect that before the night, or more accurately the early morning, is through, it’s going to turn into a raging volcano.

“Kiss me, husband,” I whisper. “Then, if it’s okay with you, I’d like to get this sweat off of me so we can get hot and sticky for an entirely different reason.”

“That’s one request I can get behind wholeheartedly,” he teases as his head lowers and he captures my lips with his own.

Our kiss starts off chaste but quickly escalates as we both allow our moans and whimpers to escape. In order to help him keep to his vow, I’ve been holding back, and I suspect he was as well, but now there’s no reason for that at all.

He walks me to the bedroom where he slips the summer dress off me I chose to wear instead of a gown considering we had an outside wedding and it’s hotter than Hades in Texas. As he slides the spaghetti straps from my shoulders, I kick off my sandals and watch as his eyes bug out at the lingerie I’m wearing beneath my outfit.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” he hisses as the white lace does nothing to hide my reaction to him undressing me. “You are a picture, Mane.”

“Thank you,” I huskily whisper, not a shy bone in my body when it comes to him. “Your turn, Mase.”

His eyes never stop roaming my body which is encased in a strapless corset style set, with a bow at the top. The matching panties have the straps for my sheer hose, and the garter that’s wrapped around my thigh, which Ella had custom-made for me, says ‘Mason’s Beauty’ on it.

As his hands blindly strip off his clothes, I’m treated to a magnificent view.

As a biker brat, I’ve always been drawn to that kind of man, but there’s something to be said about a man who has worked on a ranch. His muscles aren’t ridiculously huge, but he’s well-defined and when I can see his Adonis belt above the waist of his jeans, I nearly melt into a puddle of goo. I can see his erection straining against his boxer briefs and lick my lips in anticipation.

Once he’s stripped down to just his briefs, he takes my hand in his and we walk toward the ensuite bathroom. He lets go of my hand to start the water to get it warm then says, “I want to unwrap my gift now, Mane.”

“Okay, Mase.” My voice is barely above a whisper as if I can’t believe we’re finally here. I start giggling when he places a shower cap over my hair while wearing a smirk. “Thanks, honey, I didn’t want to get my hair wet if at all possible.”

“Seeing those curls bouncing all night has had me as hard as a rock,” he confesses. “I have plans for your long hair and while I’m happy to dry it for you another time, that’s not what I’d prefer to be doing when we get out of here.”

Goosebumps pebble across my skin as his work-roughened hands lightly caress me right above my breasts. He lightly tugs on the end of the bow and my top opens because of how it was laced. “Mason,” I breathe out. His touch is so gentle but I can feel the restrained power as he lets the top fall to the floor. A whimper escapes when he crouches on his haunches and unclips my hose before he rolls each of them down my legs, placing soft kisses against my skin.

Part of me is embarrassed because I was no slouch on the dance floor and I know I’m a hot, sweaty mess, but there’s something so pure and primitive about his actions, it’s quickly pushed aside. When he grasps the garter belt with his teeth and slides it down my thigh, I feel my core clenching as wetness dampens my panties. I watch him inhale deeply, a slight blush covering my cheeks when he growls in approval.

Fuck me, but that’s hot as hell and exceeds my expectations. I mean, I’m a healthy adult female, so I’ve read and watched porn, but nothing like what I’m experiencing has ever been read or seen.

“Fuck me,” he rumbles out, echoing my exact thoughts as his index finger reaches up and lightly swipes across the gusset of my underwear. “You’re wet for me already, beauty?”

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