Page 18 of Kingpin's Baby
“Oh my god!” Ren squeals and then disintegrates into delighted giggles, hugging me as I go faster. “It’s like flying!”
She’s a natural, leaning with me into every turn as we speed through the quiet of the nighttime roads.
“Jasper, can I ask you something?” she says after her laughter has faded away and a few minutes have passed.”
“Yes,” I reply promptly, though I know this conversation has the potential to break everything.
“Why did you hang around outside my apartment building?”
“Same reason as I had a hidden camera in your kitchen.”
Her sharp intake of breath stabs down into my left pectoral, right to my heart. She’s my wife now. She can’t leave me.
I tell myself that, but I know it’s a lie. The silence between us stretches out, even though the engine should block all sound.
“And why was that?” she asks eventually.
I can’t bring myself to spoil our wedding day with my obsessive love for her. I can’t bear that she’d pull away. Not yet. I raise my shoulders the smallest amount. “Why do you think?”
“I don’t know.”
“To protect you.” That’s enough, isn’t it? Plausible for a mafia boss. I allow her to imagine that I treat all my employees to this level of scrutiny and care.
The journey isn’t far, and all too soon I slow to turn into the driveway to the house. I’m not ready to break the contact of her holding onto me. Ren’s fingers tighten on my abdominals.
“Can we go further?” She so closely echoes my thoughts it’s as though her voice is in my head.
“Yeah.” I gun the engine and ride out into the night.
It’s late when we arrive home again, having ridden out of London into the leafy countryside. Ren sags as I remove her helmet and jacket, so I lift her off the bike and carry her—bridal style, how else?—inside, her head resting on my chest.
I linger in the bathroom, brushing my teeth and hoping I have the strength to not scare my bride with the force of my desire.
Whose idiot idea was it that we should share a bed?
Oh yeah, that was me.
The lights are low in my bedroom, and Ren is tucked up under the covers, eyes closed, breath even.
I remember the sight of her earlier, more beautiful than I could have dreamed. Her skin is creamy and smooth, her tits were made for being pressed together and sliding my cock between. Her waist is perfectly curved, and her long legs are begging for my kisses.
My cock springs to life as her words from this morning echo in my head.
Just an in-name-only marriage.
I want to jump on her and ravage her. Instead, I swallow, summon up the patience of some god I didn’t think existed, and slip into bed, turning out the light.
It’s been a stupidly long day. We’re both exhausted.
I wonder if I’ll be able to fall asleep with her here? I don’t feel like I should, but she’s the same tranquillity as the motorcycle, but more so.
I’m careful not to touch her, but lying in the dark, there’s a rustle of fabric.
Ren’s fingertips touch my abs, stroking the trail of hair that leads down.
Oh god, I want to let this happen, whatever this is.
“Ren?” I say softly. Putting my hand over hers, I feel the pulse there, fast.
