Heather Rainier (37 page)

Seth’s heart jumped as the music changed to the romantic strains of “Beautiful” by Apocalyptica. Jayne had requested it because she appreciated him introducing her to the sensuality of the music composed by that group. It was something special they shared with their guests. The back door of the ranch house opened, and Jayne appeared, clad in a sleek, white wedding gown, on the arm of her father, Robert. Toby wiggled in his arms and held out a hand.

“Mommy.”

The guests nearby chuckled indulgently as he and his son watched her move toward them. Rapture governed the pounding of his heart as each step drew her nearer. Jayne’s radiant face was visible behind the sheer veil, and he felt the warmth in her gaze as she maintained eye contact with him. Walking along the white runner, she looked like an angel. The dress skimmed her curves, and he fought the inner beast to not just ogle her openly with her dad beside her.

Lucy came to stand at Seth’s side and touched his arm as Jayne and her dad approached. He turned to her, and when she patted her hands together, Toby went into her arms. She stayed beside Seth, at Jayne’s request, so Toby could be close to them as they wed each other.

Lucy had settled into her job as a massage therapist at Madeleine’s and was more than happy in her one-bedroom cottage in Divine. She seemed to have taken to life in Divine with relative ease but kept busy. So busy, she’d said there was no time for a social life. She’d made a point of telling him she hadn’t been back to The Dancing Pony since that fateful night in August. Seth wondered at times what was really driving her.

Moving forward to claim Jayne from her father, Seth couldn’t help but stare at her. She was so beautiful, his eyes ached. She’d looked this beautiful on the day he’d met her as he’d lifted her to her feet after tripping her. And as he’d helped her into the pool, clad in that eye-popping bathing suit on July 4
^th
. And when she’d demanded to be shown the drawing he’d made as he fantasized about tattooing her. And as she’d allowed him to tattoo the creamy perfection of her skin. And when she’d emerged from Dr. Hawks’s office with good news. And when she’d danced for him at the nightclub, after calling him from her closet. And when they’d made love for the first time. And when she’d fought for Toby, not wanting to be parted from him. Her vehement cry still echoed in his memory sometimes.
“He’s mine!”

“Are you okay?” Her question broke into his reminiscing. She reached out a hand to stroke his cheek as everyone waited for the ceremony to begin.

“You’re mine,” he whispered.

“I am yours. Always.” They turned toward the minister.

* * * *

Jayne was warmed by the desire burning in Seth’s eyes as he led her naked onto the spacious, private balcony of the Parkview Inn’s honeymoon suite. The cool air caressed her skin, which was still a little damp from her bath in the large claw-foot tub in their bathroom. With each step, the tiny bells dangling from her nipple clamps chimed, making her deliciously aware of the pinching sensation radiating from her nipples. When she’d left the tub, he’d been waiting for her with the clamps in hand. She hadn’t even realized that he’d packed them.

Gooseflesh danced across her skin, and her nipples grew even harder until she felt the tightening in her cunt as well. He’d poured her a glass of her favorite wine, the same Moscato d’Asti as the night he’d proposed. He’d brought it to her and told her to take her time as she’d soaked in the tub filled with scented bubbles. She’d heard him moving around the bedroom and opening the French doors leading out to the balcony.

The white Carolina jasmine blooming in the pots on the balcony glowed in the soft moonlight, and the sweet fragrance hung in the air. The mild weather had held on for the wedding, for which she was grateful. This late in the year the humidity and heat had eased during the daytime, and the nights had a touch of crispness to them. He slid his hand down her arm as he drew her to the large chaise, and she wasn’t sure if the goose bumps on her skin were from the temperature or from his warm touch.

She wondered no more what he’d been up to as she realized he’d made up the chaise with a sheet and blankets so that they wouldn’t become chilled while they were out there. For now, however, he’d turned the covers down, out of the way. He’d even brought pillows to rest their heads upon.

The chaise was situated in the center of the balcony, the railings shielded by various plantings and vines. The sky above them glistened with stars and the light of the waning moon. A breeze caressed her back as she lifted a knee to the surface of their outdoor bed and he came close, searing her with his body heat. Her wedding band glinted, reflecting the moonlight as she slid her hands up to his chest, stroking the new addition to the tattoos on his pectorals.

He’d commissioned Jim Durbin to add a rose tattoo on a smaller scale but of similar design to hers. The climbing rose curved from the base of his sternum, around his left pectoral muscle, running along the edge of his other tattoos. Just as with hers, he left it monochromatic black and gray. It made for a startling contrast to the dark colors and designs of his other tattoos, but it worked for her. Every time she saw it, her heart warmed with possessive pride.

“You really like it, don’t you?” he asked as he stroked her right breast, cupping it in the palm of his hand. He flicked at the bell on the clamp, bringing a soft gasp from her lips, before his fingertips swept down in a caress over her completed tattoo. Her cunt tightened and clenched with the sensation as her juices seeped warm and slick for him between her thighs.

Shuddering with pleasure, she whispered, “If you’re referring to the tattoo, yes, I do. I love them both.” She leaned forward and kissed his chest over the new art. The fingertips of his other hand left a heated trail along her abdomen, following the design down to the top of her thigh, before moving up to cup her ass cheek.

He slid his fingers into the hair at the nape of her neck and kissed her, licking at her lower lip and then sliding his tongue against hers in a sensual duel that created a wave of heat through her body. She clung to him, her hands sliding over his muscled back as she melted in his arms, tilting her head to kiss him more deeply. His cock was a hard branding iron, trapped between their bodies, and he groaned when she undulated, caressing him with her abdomen. The action also raked her taut nipples over his flesh, and the demanding ache between her legs made her nearly mindless with need.

He squeezed her ass cheek as he rubbed against her and then slid his fingertips down her cleft until he found her slippery and ready. Her breath shuddered as he slid a digit between her lips, inflaming the hunger building inside her.

Gazing up into his lustful eyes, she caressed his biceps and murmured, “Lie down. I want to love you.”

He gave her a crooked grin and did as she asked, lying in the center of the chaise with a pillow beneath his head as he held out a hand for her. Feeling like a kid let loose in a candy factory, she kneeled beside him and pressed kisses to his inner thighs as she trailed her fingers over his hip bones, and up to his abdomen, before sliding her hand down to his groin. The position increased the pulsating in her nipples.

He shuddered and groaned as she palmed his heavy, hard cock, stroking him as she pressed kisses higher and higher. She glanced at him as she nuzzled his balls with the tip of her nose and smiled with delight at the way he arched his back. The lean muscles in his arms stood out, rippling with tension as he gripped the pillow under his head. She slid her hand up again, touching his torso and stroking his nipples. He lifted a knee and parted his legs to give her easier access as though silently asking for her touch.

“Tell me what you want, Seth.”

“Lick me, baby. I love your tongue.”

Jayne felt like a temptress and suppressed a wicked laugh. “Tell me where you want me to lick, and I’ll do it.”

“Lick my balls, baby.” He panted and his hips rolled as she did as he asked, lavishing his sac with her love. She teased his cock with light strokes until he placed his hand atop hers.

“Want me to lick your cock?”

“Suck it, baby. I need your hot little mouth on me.”

“Will you give me your cum?” she whispered then slid the tip of her tongue up the centerline of his sac and the length of his long, hard cock. He groaned and his hand shook as he stroked her shoulder and caressed her neck. His reactions made her feel both feminine and powerful.

“Yes, honey. If you’re sure.”

“I want it all,” she replied and engulfed his shaft all the way to the back of her throat.

His jaw dropped and he dragged in a deep breath but held in his shout, obviously cognizant of the quiet neighborhood surrounding them. She didn’t know how she’d manage the same feat, as turned on as she was. Her slick juices already dampened the flesh of her inner thighs and her body felt tingly and hyperaroused. She slid her lips up and down his shaft, sucking on the head as his body went rigid and he whispered encouragement to her.

She shifted closer to his side on her hands and knees as she continued sucking, and gasped when he moved with her and lifted her left thigh and slid his head between her legs. She felt his fingers on one clamp a second before he released it and rubbed the tender nipple to soothe her. She whimpered in both agony and ecstasy as the blood flow returned. He drew a moan to her lips as he sucked and licked at her cunt with languid strokes meant to tease her as she was doing to him. The neatly trimmed hairs of his goatee tickled her inner thighs as he sucked her clit with devastating results, coaxing her first orgasm of the night from her. It was soft, and gentle, shimmering through her in decadent waves.

In gratitude she continued sucking his cock, loving every thick inch, the way he felt in her mouth and the way he tasted on her tongue. Little mewing noises came to her throat as he flicked the bell on the other nipple clamp and worked her near the edge of climax again, but she was determined that he get there too. She braced one hand on the chaise and gripped the base of his erection with the other. Sliding her hand back and forth in concert with her movements, she increased her tempo to shorter, faster strokes. She knew she had him on the edge when he stopped licking her and moaned.

“Don’t stop, baby, please don’t stop.”

His hips rocked in time with her strokes as she kept the pace. His hands strayed randomly along her back until he gripped her ass cheeks tightly and a low groan started in his chest and turned into a growl that vibrated through her clit, sending her over, as his cum spurted onto her tongue and her own orgasm burst inside her. They moved as one united, sinuous being, reveling in the waves of an orgasm that seemed to go on and on. Seth scooted down and released the other clamp and sucked her nipple into his mouth as the blood circulation returned and sensation pounded through every screaming nerve ending. He fingered her throbbing pussy and she cried out as another orgasm slammed into her, taking her by surprise. Stars filled her vision as her entire body pulsated with pleasure. In her current position, still on her hands and knees, her breasts and nipples felt swollen and sensitive.

With a pleased rumble in his chest, he stretched out and returned to his oral stroking. Resting her cheek on his hip, she caught her breath, her cunt throbbing as he played with her, and she returned the favor, licking his cock clean. He brought out the insatiable vixen in her, and she licked his balls for good measure, giving his sensitive cock a rest. On shaky limbs, she turned and crawled into his arms, acquiescing when he positioned her so she straddled his hips and lay over his chest.

“I love you very much, my wife.
My wife
. I didn’t think I’d ever say those words before I met you.”

“Why?”

Seth shrugged, making the muscles ripple under her cheek. “I crammed a lot into the last few years and assumed the trajectory of my life was set, revolving around business. I’m still really sorry I tripped you but I’m so glad I met you.”

“Between fate, or destiny, or whatever you want to call it, and Grace’s matchmaking schemes, we were meant to meet. I love you—and your son—so much,
husband
.”

She drifted peacefully as he stroked her back. Sometime later, a breeze whispered over their cooling flesh, making her shiver lightly.

Seth patted her butt. “Let’s cover you up.”

She sat up and stretched, still straddling him, and then reached back for the sheet and covers. As she faced him again, her pussy made contact with the thickening ridge of his erection. She paused and smiled down at him as she rubbed her wet cunt against him, coating him in her juices. He gently stroked her sensitized nipples as he gazed up at her and moved with her, groaning with enjoyment.

She reached back and stroked his balls with her fingertips as she moved back and forth and his eyelids slid closed, pleasure written all over his handsome face. She braced her hands beside his shoulders and leaned down to kiss him. Taking advantage of the change in position, he gripped her hips and held her as he thrust home, filling her with his bone-hard cock. Her pussy tingled with the stretching sensation and she arched her back, giving him access to her nipples. She moved up and down, back and forth on his cock. The hot tugging of his mouth on her nipples sent a tendril of heat straight to her clit and made her juices flow even more copiously for him.

With his mouth full of her breast, he groaned his affirmation as he thrust harder, deeper. She tilted her pelvis and whispered, “Yes,” with the next thrust. He rubbed her G-spot until the sensation reverberated through her whole body, under her skin and in her nerve endings.