Michaels, Skye - Mikaela's Debut [The Black Dahlia Hotel 1] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic) (17 page)

Greg Dempsey was acting as official wedding photographer and had captured the wonderful moments inside the church as well as the happy celebration outside. Dillon and Mikaela got into the horse-drawn carriage for the ride back to the ship while the guests were loaded in relays into the fleet of rental cars.

Dillon received another text from Morgan Court.
Have appointed myself official poll watcher. Know you are busy today. News says Candidate Cavanaugh has seen a significant increase in the polls since video press release on Saturday
.

Well, that’s nice
. It would make his father happy at least. Frankly, Dillon couldn’t care less. This was his wedding day and he planned to enjoy it. He thought he’d keep this piece of news to himself.

When they reached the ship, the crew had set up the top deck for the wedding reception, stewards were circulating with trays of drinks and hors d’oeuvres, and the passengers were milling about. Greg took more pictures on the ship and they finally went to the suite to rest for a few minutes before making their entrance on the top deck for the festivities. As soon as they were in the suite, Dillon pulled Mikaela into his arms for a notable kiss. “Hello, Mrs. Cavanaugh. Hope you’re having a nice day.”

Mikaela laughed. “I’m having a fine day, Mr. Cavanaugh.” She kissed his neck above his collar. “I bet you wish you could take that tie off.”

“I wish we had the time to take it all off, but we have to get back up on deck.”

* * * *

As Mikaela and Dillon stepped out on deck, Jamie announced the first public appearance of Mr. and Mrs. Dillon Cavanaugh, pictures were snapped, and congratulations were accepted. The captain and Jamie had decided to move the ship out into deep water to avoid the possibility of photographers getting any pictures of the festivities or the happy couple. Any pictures that would be seen would be released by them. No one was going to be selling pictures to the tabloids. They didn’t think anyone knew Dillon and Mikaela were aboard but didn’t want to take any chances. Due to the BDSM nature of the cruises, the
Golden Dolphin
kept a very low profile, and information about its ownership other than its registry was not available online.

The buffet table groaned with delicacies and drinks flowed like water. No one was driving home from this party. After about an hour of mingling, bottles of champagne were popped, the toasts were made, and the buffet table was opened. Dillon would not let go of her hand, and she had an awkward time hugging people with one arm.

When the crowd around them had cleared a little, Joe and Mary Cavanaugh came over for hugs and kisses. Joe looked a little abashed. “I’m proud of you both today. You’re a man to be proud of, son, and I know you and Mikaela will enjoy a long and fruitful life.” Then he grinned. “About the fruitful part, I wouldn’t be averse to bouncing…”

Mary stepped in. “Joe, enough. Mikaela, you look beautiful, and I know your parents would have been so proud today. They’re here in all our hearts.” Mikaela felt the tears beginning to slide down her cheeks. She’d held it together with a pin and a prayer all day so far. But they were happy tears as she hugged Mary Cavanaugh, her new mother-in-law.

The band Jamie had somehow found began playing, and Mikaela and Dillon had their first dance. As soon as the song was winding down, Miguel stepped up. “
Querida
, as acting father of the bride, I want my first dance.”

She stepped into his arms. “Thank you for helping out today, Miguel. I really appreciate it, and having you walk me down the aisle made my day so much nicer.”

“You are welcome,
querida
. It was my pleasure.”

* * * *

The party didn’t wind down until the wee hours, but Mikaela and Dillon had managed to sneak away around midnight. Once back in their suite, Mikaela kicked off the soft, Italian leather ballet flats that had proved to be a lifesaver. Then she began unpinning the flowered circlet from her hair. “Thank you for this wonderful day, Dillon. It couldn’t have been more perfect.”

“No, it couldn’t. You are so beautiful. Can I help you out of that dress, Mikki?”

“Oh, absolutely.” He lifted the gauzy confection over her head.

“Wow, baby. If I’d known what was under that dress we would have left the party a lot earlier.” His eyes coasted down over the lacy corset and matching thong, garter belt, and thigh-high stockings. He stepped in close and began to unfasten the tiny hooks that held the corset closed. When he was done, he kneeled down to unfasten the stockings from the garter belt, leaving her standing in the lacy thong.

He pressed his lips to her mound and then turned her around and kissed the heart-and-roses tattoo on her butt. “This is all mine now. I love you, baby.”

“It’s been all yours for a long time, Dilly. For a long time.”

He stood, kissed his way up her body to her lips, and then took her hand and led her into the bedroom.

He laid the dress over one of the upholstered chairs in the bedroom and deposited her at the edge of the bed. He ran his hands down her legs and kissed behind her ear. She felt her pulse beginning to race as she anticipated his next moves. Before she knew it she was naked and spread out in the center of the enormous bed. He came down beside her. Mikaela ran her hands down his muscled back and over his taut butt. He really was gorgeous. This beautiful man was all hers. She knew she loved him and that there would never be anyone else for her.

She grabbed on and urged him to mount her as warm, slick moisture flooded her pussy and her legs clamped around his back. She was always in a rush to get to the prize, and he always wanted to draw it out to the last possible second.
Yin and yang—and we complement each other so perfectly
. The breeze off the water through the open doors to the deck was delicious on her skin.

He rubbed over her swollen clit in a tight, firm circling motion, and a ripple of delight coasted from her pussy up her spine right to her scalp as he pressed against her crease. Her pulse quickened. She never got enough of him. Her full breasts rubbed against his hard chest as her legs wrapped around his waist.

Finally, he entered her to the hilt with a strong thrust. He whispered in her ear, and his deep, seductive voice sent more ripples up her spine as he told her what he was going to do to her. He crushed his mouth to hers and she opened to him completely. He began the slow, rocking strokes that escalated to the hard, pounding thrusts she loved until she exploded into a roaring orgasm, and he followed her over almost immediately. She watched the play of emotions across his strong features, and then held her breath as he lowered his lips to hers and kissed her hard and strong, tapering into hot and then sweet.
God, I love and need this man. He’s my love, my husband, my Dom
.

After their pulses had stopped pounding and he had pulled the silk blankets up, he said, “I love you, baby. It’s me and you forever.” Then he grinned at her and pulled her close to his chest.

Aboard the
Golden Dolphin
, at the wharf in Cozumel Harbor, Isla Cozumel, in the Caribbean Sea, State of Quintana Roo, Mexico, Wednesday late morning, January 6, 2016

Dillon and Mikaela stayed in bed late the next morning and took time for a morning quickie. By the time they came up on deck, brunch was in full swing. Apparently all of the passengers had slept in after the late night of partying at the wedding reception. When they arrived everyone gave them a loud greeting of hoots and hollers. No one could say this was a quiet group.

Joe and Mary Cavanaugh were having second cups of coffee before taking off for the airport and returning to Greenwich. Dillon knew his father was anxious to get back home so he could monitor the election polls. Dillon decided to take pity on him. “Dad, my friend Morgan Court texted that I’m up in the polls despite all this business. Apparently the voters like a guy who will finally tell it like it is and the hell with the consequences.”

“I hope so, son. I think you can do a lot of good in Congress.”

“If it’s meant to be, it will be. I’ve got everything I need and want—Mikaela, my law practice, my family and friends. I’m just sorry Mikki had to go through all of this ugliness. Speaking of which…” He turned to the next table. “Miguel, have you heard anything from your friend in Brooklyn?”

“No, but I think I’ll call him and put a little pressure on. He gave me no quarter when he was prosecuting some of the Toros who had moved north last year. He owes me.”

“Thanks for using some of your political currency to help us out, buddy. I really appreciate it.”

“
De nada, mi amigo
.” Miguel picked up his cell phone, scanned recent calls, and speed-dialed Mario Ferrante, the Brooklyn DA. “Mario, Gatto. Have you got anything on the Maggie Sexton matter? I’m here with Mr. and Mrs. Cavanaugh.” He winked at Mikaela, and Dillon got a warm feeling in his chest when he saw Mikaela blush on hearing herself referred to as Mrs. Cavanaugh. Miguel listened attentively. “Thanks, Mario. I’ll let them know.” He turned to Dillon. “He says they got a warrant to tap her phones and bug her apartment, and they have her under surveillance, but they haven’t gotten anything yet.”

“Damn. I guess we just have to be patient.”

“Dillon, I have an idea. You know she did not react well to the pressure of discovering the tapes were gone and then having Mikaela refuse to pay the blackmail. She’s volatile with a hair trigger. I think if you release a carefully chosen selection of wedding photographs to the media she might lose it again and say something useful on the phone or in the apartment. I think you need to stir the pot.”

“I think you’re right. That might work.”

“The photos should be chosen to portray the opulence of your lifestyle without being obvious. Shots of the yacht should be carefully edited so the size and luxury are highlighted but without identifying the name or the ownership. You don’t want the press descending on you when we get back to Key West or Fort Lauderdale.”

“After breakfast let’s see what photos Greg’s got. He was all over the place with that digital camera yesterday.”

After breakfast Dillon, Mikaela, Jamie, Jack, J.J., and Miguel met Greg Dempsey in the business center to view the wedding pictures. They chose a beautiful picture of Mikaela walking down the aisle on Miguel’s arm, Dillon and Mikaela holding hands and kissing in front of the Catedral of Corpus Christi altar, Dillon helping Mikaela to step down from the horse-drawn carriage at the wharf, Mikaela tossing her bridal bouquet on the top deck with the superstructure and helicopter in the background, and Dillon and Mikaela’s first dance. In all of them Mikaela looked like a princess in the deceptively simple but elegant hand-sewn and embroidered gauze wedding gown that was clearly one of a kind. White rosebuds crowned the long, brown hair that cascaded over her shoulders in wild waves, and love could be seen shining in her eyes.

Miguel looked at Dillon. “If these don’t send her over the edge, nothing will. Another possibility is having Mikaela meet with her wearing a wire, but I don’t like that idea.”

“I don’t like it either. Let’s not mention that in front of Mikaela. She may decide she wants to try it. Once she’s got an idea in her head, it’s hard to get it out.”

“Are you saying your beloved wife and sub is stubborn?” Miguel was grinning.

“Oh yeah.” Dillon grinned back.

Greg said, “I’ll e-mail the pictures up to Morgan Court’s security people. They already have the Internet addresses of all the sites that published the original story and pictures all set to go.”

When Dillon and Mikaela came back on deck, the senior Cavanaughs were ready to leave the ship for the airport. Hugs and kisses were exchanged. Joe Cavanaugh leaned down and whispered in Mikaela’s ear, “Welcome to the family, little girl. We’re glad to have you. All of this will work itself out. Just be happy with my boy.”

She whispered back, “That’s the plan, Dad C.”

“Just call me dad.”

* * * *

Late Wednesday afternoon the
Golden Dolphin
pulled away from the wharf in Cozumel Harbor. Mikaela and Dillon had done a little more snorkeling and spent a few hours at the beach before returning to the ship. They were enjoying the sunset and cocktails when Greg Dempsey approached their chaise lounge. “We’ll be back in Fort Lauderdale in three days. You need to start bracing for the shit storm. The pictures are all over the Internet, even on sites we didn’t forward them to. I believe the appropriate term is ‘gone viral.’ You two are the hottest couple in America right now and the media is clamoring for interviews. Prince William and Kate Middleton will just have to relinquish the spotlight for a while.”

“That really wasn’t the idea, Greg. Hell. We just want to have a normal life without the press, blackmailers, sex tapes…”

Greg grinned. “You may have to copy a page from Morgan Court’s book. It’s my understanding he goes out in disguise sometimes.”

“Thanks, buddy. That’s a really comforting thought.”

“I know. You’ll have privacy aboard the Dolphin and at the Black Dahlia, but after that, you might want to grant one or two select interviews to sate the ravening wolves clawing at the door.”