Page 40 of Heart of Stone
“I had my happy ending living just fifty yards away my entire life.”
It was a quick, simple ceremony. Just the way we wanted it. Colt, Slade and Jade cheered and clapped as we kissed.
Amy reached up with her pinky and wiped her lipstick off my mouth. “I got you a wedding present.”
I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her hard against me. “Damn right but shouldn’t we wait until we’re in our hotel room?”
She laughed. “O.K., I got youtwowedding presents. But one of them is outside.”
I glanced over at our three wedding guests. “Why do you all look like the cat who swallowed the goldfish? What the hell is going on?”
Amy took hold of my arm. “This way, Mr. Stone.” We walked toward the exit and our small entourage followed. We got to the door. “Wait,” Amy said. She handed Jade her flowers and stepped behind me. Her small hands reached up to cover my eyes. “O.K. let’s go.”
“Uh, I can’t see because your cute little hands are in front of my eyes. By the way, you’re giving me some really creative ideas for that second gift in the honeymoon suite.”
“Yep,” Slade said, “from what I hear the best sex you’ll ever have is on your wedding night.”
“Shit, Hunter, you better make it a good one. It’s alldownhill from here,” Colt said.
“Are you two done with the king of stupidity contest?” Amy asked. “Someone open the door so he doesn’t run into it.”
Fresh air blew against my face as someone yanked the door open. Amy held my eyes, and I took a blind step forward. “Now you can look.” She dropped her hands. A Harley Dyna Super Glide was sitting in the driveway of the wedding chapel.
“What the?—”
Amy wrapped her hands around my arm. “I sold theRanger. Do you like it?”
“God, baby, I can’t believe it.” I pulled her into my arms and kissed her.
Slade clapped his hands. He walked forward and handed me the keys. “I say we go back to Colt’s for food. I’m starved, and our boy here will need plenty of energy for tonight’s activities.”
Amy’s fingers wrapped around the lapel of my suit. “Are you going to give your wife a ride?”
“Fuck yeah, I am.” She squealed with laughter as I swept her up into my arms and carried her to the bike. I climbed on. She yanked her silky white dress up above her thighs and climbed on behind me. She wrapped her arms around my waist and propped her chin on my shoulder.
I fired up the motor. “Hold on real tight, little wife.”
“Hunter Stone, I’ve been holding on real tight forever.”
With polished woodand gold leaf details, the inside of the hotel elevator was nicer than any house I’d ever been in. Colt, Slade and Jade had pitched in and reserved us two nights in a honeymoon suite at a fancy, upscale hotel a couple hours from home. Considering we’d had no real place to be alone— ever— it was like the best damn wedding present in the world.
The elevator door shut, and I dropped our one small duffle on the floor. We didn't pack much because we decided from the start we’d been spending the full two days naked in bed. And I, for one, was anxious to get started on that decision.
I hit the button for our floor and turned around. Amy was standing against the shiny wood wall of the elevator. She was still wearing her satiny white dress, only it was covered by her coat. I pressed my hands against the wall on each side of her and gazed down. “I’m just going to warn you that I’m feeling extremely powerful and possessive right now. And I’m so fucking horny, I’m feeling slightly unhinged. So, when we get into that room, unless you want that pretty dress ripped to shreds, you’d better take it off the second we walk in the door.”
She flashed me that mischievous lip curl I knew too well, a smile I had the privilege of seeing every day now. “Why wait for the room?” she said in a seductive whisper as she rubbed her hand over my fly and my rock hard cock.
A low groan rolled from my throat. “That, baby, is why I fucking love you. Any other girl would have been cowering and holding onto her dress, but you, my erotic little angel, know how to meet my dirty thoughts head on.”
She placed her hand on my face. “Say it again. Say, Ifucking love you again.”
“Amy ‘Street’ Stone, I fucking love you.” I took my hands off the wall and grabbed her to me. My mouth slammed down over hers just as the annoying bell on the elevator rang. I pulled my mouth away just as the doors slid open. An older couple glanced in at us and suddenly decided to take another elevator. The door slid shut.
“Thought they’d never leave,” I muttered as I turned back around and grabbed her against me again. The bell sounded again, and I groaned in disappointment.
“No, it’s our floor,” Amy said.
“Thank god.” I grabbed up the duffle and threw it over my shoulder and then swept my extremely hot bride into my arms. She held tightly to my neck as I carried her to the room. She pushed the card into the slot and the door opened. I carried her inside and lowered her feet to the ground.
