Loving the White Liar (20 page)

Opening my eyes from a much-needed sleep, I looked into those of my love. “Good morning.”

“Morning,” I croaked as Jayden brought his hand up to move my hair out of my face. “What time is it?”

“It’s time for us to get married,” he said quickly, leaning in for a kiss.

“Can I brush my teeth first?”

His caressing hand trailed down my negligee to my side to pull me closer to him. “I guess so. It kind of cuts the spontaneity out of the whole deal, but dragon breath may ruin the nuptials.”

“Wouldn’t want that,” I said, kissing his temple.

“I want so much to bury myself inside you right now,” he rasped, pulling my camisole up to stroke my stomach. “God, I’m so hard just thinking about you having my last name.” He moved down my body, soaking it up with his lips before pulling away and clapping his hands together, breaking me out of my stupor.

“Away, wench. Dress in thy wedding robes and meet me at the altar.”

I clamored to sit up on the bed as he pulled his bag over his shoulder and walked toward the bedroom door. “Two hours,” he said wistfully as I sat at the edge of the bed, the rest of the sleepiness draining away from me.

“I love you.” I smiled as he walked over to me.

“I left you something on the table. You kind of have to bring it with you.” One more kiss from him and he disappeared out the door.

I sat at the edge of the bed as realization hit me. I was about to become a wife—Jayden’s wife. I clapped excitedly as I made my way to my closet. Jayden and I had an appointment with the justice of the peace, and though our marriage was anything but traditional, I did get a dress fit for a bride. It wasn’t full on bride gear, but it was a beautiful, white silk gown with beaded trimming on the bodice that flowed to just below my knees. I wore the silver pumps my sister bought me months ago, knowing then those were the shoes I would be wearing on my wedding day.

An hour later, Gerri greeted me at my door, bursting with excitement. She and Drew would be the only witnesses to our small ceremony. My sisters still weren’t speaking to me because of it.

“Oh shit, you look so beautiful,” Gerri said, taking in my dress and pinned hair.

I gave her a quick spin. “A fast food bride, but a bride nonetheless.”

Gerri’s face fell. “You want this, right, Hilary? A small wedding?”

“I want to be Jayden’s wife. I couldn’t care less how it happens. We could have done it at a heavy metal concert while they sacrificed virgin chickens. I want the marriage, not the wedding.”

Gerri perked up. “As long as you are happy with it.” She eyed me over her shoulder. I looked over to see a small bouquet of white roses and lavender and envelope that said Bride. I looked up to Gerri with a smile.

Walking over, I picked up the bouquet and inhaled deeply. Opening the letter, I cursed my stupidity for not grabbing it sooner as my eyes watered, threatening to ruin my makeup.

I looked at Gerri who had started crying as she watched me cry then pulled his wedding band out of the envelope.

“Oh, God, please get me to him.” I headed toward the door as Gerri took out her compact, bringing it up to my face.

“Oh, shit.” I shrieked and ran to the bathroom as Gerri raced behind me.

After a whirlwind wedding that literally lasted three minutes, we made our way to Hilton Head island off the coast of South Carolina. It was a quieter setting for a honeymoon than the party filled Myrtle Beach, or the tourist filled Charleston. Jayden and I went for laid back. Upon our arrival, Jayden insisted we hit a tattoo parlor. So hours after our wedding, I sat watching an artist trace ink on my new husband’s arm.

“Why your last name?”

He gave me a long look and then looked at the inked letters on his forearm as he traced it with his finger and smiled.

“This name meant nothing to me until this morning. It belonged to the bastard who left my mother without a dime and completely on her own to raise me. Now because it’s yours too, it means everything. It’s changed everything.”

His words hit me like a sledgehammer to the chest. I looked up to see his breathtaking smile. “Oh, God, that’s the best line yet. Promise you’ll always give them to me. Promise me just because you bought the cow you will still work for the milk.”

He chuckled and so did the tattoo artist. “Always, baby.”

“And that you won’t stop lighting candles.”

“That’s more for me than for you, but I promise.”

“And that you won’t stop doing that thing with your tongue.” The artist, who had introduced himself as Phil, stopped and eyed us both with a shit-eating grin. Jayden raised his eyebrow and then chuckled again. “Your verbal vomit is cute, baby, but let’s keep our bedroom tricks to ourselves.”

“Sorry,” I mumbled, embarrassed as I grabbed a magazine. I felt the blush creep up my cheeks and sank into the leather couch. I don’t know what came over me. Certainly Phil had his own tongue trick. But if my mother knew I was speaking freely about fellatio at a tattoo parlor, she would have a stroke.

“Hey,” Jayden said just as I began to relax and read. I looked up and saw his eyes heated as they roamed over my chest to my face. “I’ll do that thing with my tongue the minute I get you back to our room.” The artist grinned as he kept his eyes on Jayden’s arm, but mumbled, “Right on.”

“She’s beautiful, isn’t she?” Jayden asked Phil, his eyes telling me he was thinking of the way he tortures me with his tongue. Phil paused and looked up. “Sure is.”

“She’s all mine,” Jayden said as my heart pounded in my chest. “My
wife
.”

Okay, now I was thinking of giving fellatio in a tattoo parlor with an audience. My sex became instantly wet as I watched Jayden’s eyes hood. “Phil, can you give us a second?” Jayden requested, keeping his hot gaze on me.

Phil’s smile returned as he pushed his stool away and stood. “I’ll go have a smoke.” Jayden looked up at him and whispered something I couldn’t quite hear. Phil nodded and took off.

Jayden stayed where he was. “Come here, baby.”

“I am not having sex with you in a tattoo parlor.” Though as I said it, the idea appealed to me greatly.

“Come here, Mrs. Monroe.”

Oh, well, when he put it that way.

I walked over to where he sat, his arm still in place as if Phil were working on him. Still embarrassed from my sexual outburst, I found it hard to meet his eyes.

“Look at me.” His voice was hoarse with need and I let my eyes drift from his toned calves up to his t-shirt covered chest and then lingered on his pronounced Adam’s apple. I was insatiable for him. Even after all our time together, I couldn’t help the deep seeded need to have him again and again. As my eyes drifted to his, I realized I wasn’t alone.

“What are you thinking about, Mrs. Monroe?” His voice had only a hint of humor as he questioned me. His jaw was firm as his licked his lips.

“Nothing, I...nothing.”

“Why so shy now? It’s clear to me what you are thinking, so say it.” His husky voice whispered over me as I shifted on my legs. “Say it.”

“I want you,” I said softly.

“How?” he asked, keeping my eyes locked onto his when I’d started to let them wander. “How do you want me?”

My panties soaked, I rubbed my thighs together, staring into his dark blue eyes.

“All over me, inside me, I need it.”

I moved closer to him so his eyes were level with my chest and he was forced to look up at me.

“You are going to have to be more specific, Mrs. Monroe.” He lifted his hand as if he was going to touch me then put it back down. I frowned at the loss.

“Tell me exactly what you want.” He waited patiently as I stood there, completely aroused and unable to express myself. This was so unlike me.

“Are you wet?”

I nodded.

“Are you aching?”

I nodded again.

“Tell me right now what you are thinking.”

“You, behind me, hard,” I breathed out.

“Can you feel me, inside you, filling you?”

My breath was coming fast now, and my nipples could cut glass. I just kept staring at my beautiful husband, aroused beyond all control. I waited in vain for him to touch me.

“Jayden—”

“Lean over,” he instructed, licking his lips. “Give me your ear.” I did what I was told, my body at his command. When I felt his breath on my ear, I shivered. “I’m going to nail you so hard and so thoroughly when we get back, you won’t ever hesitate to tell me what you want again. Now go sit down and I want your eyes on me, picturing me fucking you until we leave.”

Phil made his entrance again and I felt the air around us disperse slightly as if we were in a cloud. I kept my eyes on him as he looked at me intently. He only wavered his attention a few times as Phil spoke to him. We eye fucked each other for a solid hour until Phil pushed his stool away from the table. I jumped off the couch as Phil gave Jayden after care instructions. Jayden held the door for me as we left, and I brushed his crotch purposefully with a small smile.

In the car we didn’t say a word, the tension between us became unbearable. I saw him shift in his seat, adjusting himself as I crossed and uncrossed my legs. We raced to the elevator as if our life depended on it. At the hotel door, I fought with the keycard as Jayden circled an arm around my waist and ground his hardness into me. When the door unlocked, we both let out audible breaths, and as soon as it closed my skirt was lifted. I braced myself on the wall as Jayden held me there, his hand planted in the middle of my back. I reached down to touch the throbbing between my legs and then paused. Jayden, seeing my progress, encouraged me. “Touch it, baby.” My hand drifted down, moving underneath my panties as Jayden pulled my underwear down just under my thighs before spreading me.

I got no warning as he slammed into me, my head pressing against the wall and a scream coming from my lips. Rearing back, he sank in again completely as my fingers finally found purchase on my bundled nerves.

“Fuck, so good. God, I love you,” Jayden bit out, thrusting again so hard that my head thumped against the wall.

Seconds later, I shattered, unable to hold myself up as Jayden led me to the bed, bending me over so I was forced to grip the sheets. I held on as he did exactly what he promised, giving me everything I asked for and so much more. Right before he came, he leaned down and snaked his arms around my chest, holding me tight to him as he spilled himself inside me.