Page 35 of Wild Ever After
A rough chuckle scrapes up my throat, but the second her delicate fingers runs along the piercing, I suck in a breath through my teeth.
“You are full of surprises,” she says, hand still stroking me. She scoots closer and wraps her lips around the head of my cock.
Blood roars in my ears and then she looks up at me. Fuck me, this girl.
My wife.
13
THREE HUNDRED AND SIXTY-FOUR DAYS TO GO
JADE
My eyes fly openthe next morning and I sit straight up in bed with a gasp. I wince at the way the sudden movement makes my head ache, and then look to the spot next to me.
It’s empty, but I know I didn’t dream it. Declan and I had sex last night. A lot of it.
I get up, taking the sheet from the bed with me and wrapping it around my body. The comforter and pillows are tossed around the room. I pick up a lamp from the floor and then have to step over an overturned chair. This room is a wreck.
Quietly, I walk out of the bedroom and peer into the main part of the suite. There’s no sign of Declan, and I relax. I’m not ready to face him. Last night…holy crap.
I pass by my panties and shoes, then laugh when I see my torn dress. My head is fuzzy from the alcohol, so I sit on the couch. A delicious soreness jolts through me and I stand back up.
Maybe having sex all night after my hiatus wasn’t the smartest idea. No regrets. That’s the closest to life-changing sex I’ve ever had.
The door to the suite clicks open and I clutch the sheet tighter as Declan walks in. He’s in his dress pants from last night and a white T-shirt that stretches across his broad chest.
“Hey.” His voice is deep and quiet, a hint of uncertainty that amplifies the awkwardness of the situation.
“Hi.” I’m frozen in place, watching him move farther into the room.
“I wasn’t sure what you liked.” He lifts the drink carrier in his hand and then sets it on the TV stand. “There’s coffee, tea, water, and Gatorade.”
As he says the last thing, he pulls a red Gatorade bottle from his pocket and sets it next to the other drinks.
“Coffee is great,” I say.
He pulls one of the to-go cups free and hands it to me.
“Thanks.” I wrap my hands around the warm cup.
I note that he takes the Gatorade and unscrews the cap.
“Listen, about last night,” he starts, then rubs at the back of his neck like he’s struggling for the right words.
The awkwardness between us eases, and I laugh lightly. “Yeah. Pretty crazy night, huh?”
“Yeah.” He takes a drink of Gatorade and scans the room like he’s remembering all that we did in here. I can’t read his expression. Does he regret the sex, the marriage, all of it?
“We probably shouldn’t…again.” I struggle to get the words out. God knows why I’m embarrassed now. The man has seen, touched, and kissed, every inch of my body. A shiver rolls through me at the hazy memory.
“Yeah.” His smile is regretful…or maybe I’m projecting. “Probably not.”
“Then it’s good we got it out of our system last night, right? Only three hundred and sixty-four days to go.”
“Right.” He caps the Gatorade and shifts his weight from one foot to the other.
“What time is it?” I ask as I search for my purse.
