White Collar Wedding (3 page)

“This isn’t for your eyes.” She waggled her wrists.

“Hold up.” Gavin took a step back. “You want to bind my hands?”

“Why not? You’ve done it to me on more than one occasion.” Gavin’s skills with a rope extended far beyond the cattle ranch.

“Yeah, but you enjoy it.”

Theirs wasn’t a formal arrangement of who held control in the bedroom. They were equal partners in all things, yet when it came to restraints, Lauren had been the only one on the receiving end. Not that she’d complain. Truth be known, she preferred Gavin to drive their activities in the bedroom.

Tonight was a special occasion.

“So will you.”

For a moment Lauren thought he’d refuse. Instead, he did as she asked and sat on the bed. He put his wrists together and offered them to her. “I’m all yours, sweetheart.”

“Nope. Behind your back.”

One brow rose, but he complied without a word. Lauren secured his wrists quickly, before he changed his mind.

He tested the bond. “Nicely done. Not too tight, but enough so I can’t slip free.”

A husky laugh bubbled from her throat. “While I realize your fantasies don’t include being restrained, it’s a necessary adjustment to ensure we reach the end.”

“And it’s my fantasy we’re playing out tonight, love?”

Lauren put her mouth to his ear. “Your fantasy of fucking me while I’m wearing nothing but a pair of cowgirl boots? Yes.” She nibbled his earlobe. “Although now that I’ve got you at my mercy, there are so many other things I’d like to do.”

“Show me,” he challenged.

Bound at the wrists and still in control. Damn, she loved this man.

Lauren dropped to her knees. She let her expression, her movements, show how he made her feel.

Sexy. Predatory. Loved.

His pupils had all but devoured the dark blue as he eyed her every move. He spread his legs wider as she maneuvered between them. She cupped his knees, spread her fingertips, and massaged up the inside of his thighs.

“Looks like we forgot something.” She toyed with the edge of his boxer briefs.

“Easily remedied.” Gavin stood and gazed down at her, his expression full of hunger and love.

Lauren tugged the band and released his heavy cock. On her knees, with Gavin towering over her, Lauren couldn’t resist swiping her tongue over the tip. She captured the bead of his arousal and coated her mouth and throat with his flavor.

Gavin kicked his briefs away and resumed his seat. “If your plan is to make me come in your mouth, forget it. You didn’t want us to have truck sex for our first time as a married couple. I’m not going to come anywhere but in your sweet pussy the first time.”

His shoulders rocked as though he was trying to free his hands.

Lauren leaned in and flicked his nipple with her tongue.

“Later then. But that doesn’t mean I can’t do this…” Lauren gripped his length and lowered her head. She ran her tongue along the sensitive skin behind his sac. Gavin tensed, but she didn’t stop there. She licked between his balls and straight up the hard ridge of his cock.

Gavin’s thighs twitched as she circled the head. A guttural noise burst from his chest when she swallowed him whole.

“Christ, Lauren. Your mouth. It’s fucking heaven.”

She eased off, gave him her best
I’m-just-getting-started
stare, and sucked him in again. Just the head this time. No need to get greedy. She knew what he liked.

Lauren swirled her tongue along the velvety curve of his tip. She captured more of his essence, teasing his slit before taking him to the back of her throat. She held him there, fought to breathe through her nose as she swallowed around him.

“Enough!” he barked. “Jesus, Lauren, I’m not going to last if you keep doing that. Come up here.”

She released him and drew in a breath. Her body hummed as though she’d been plugged into an electrical outlet. Giving him pleasure, driving his lust, made her head swim.

With a parting lick to his shaft, Lauren rose and straddled his lap. The temptation to impale herself on his cock was almost too much to resist. But there was one more thing she wanted to give him.

“Tonight being our wedding night, I’m offering a two-for-one special on fantasies.”

“You’re killing me.”

“Get used to it, cowboy. I aim to make sure you spend the rest of your life completely satisfied. I’m wearing the boots, now all I need is something to ride.”

“Lauren.”

She hooked a hand behind his neck and leaned back, giving him a full view of her torso. She rocked her hips. Her pussy slid along the thick length of his shaft, coating him with her arousal.

“You remember all those times you asked me to touch myself for you? You said you wanted to watch as I made myself come, yet we never seem to make it that far.” Gavin loved watching her so much, he’d end up inside her for a whole different kind of pleasure.

His cock nudged her clit.
Oh.
Oh, that felt good. Amazing, actually. She repeated the move, slowly rolling back and forth.

“Fuck,” Gavin drawled out the single-syllable word.

“You’d like to watch me come, wouldn’t you, Gavin?”

His gaze darted to where they were almost joined. “Do it,” he commanded. “And since I can’t touch, you’ll have to do it. Use your free hand to play with your nipple. Go on, Lauren. Play for me.”

A moan escaped her throat. She cupped her breast, lifted it, squeezed. She pinched and tugged the puckered tip. A mixture of pleasure and pain shot a wave of heat from her chest to settle between her thighs.

Gavin’s cock slid through her folds, caressing her bundle of nerves with every pass.

Oh, god.

Lost in sensation, Lauren’s head fell back. Her hips moved faster. Her skin tightened, her muscles seized. She thought she heard Gavin curse again before her body exploded in a flash of heat and bright light. Her arms and legs trembled as she rode the wave of her orgasm to its final tremor.

So fucking good.

Gradually, Lauren stopped and opened her eyes. It took a second or two to focus, but when she did, she sucked in what little breath she had left.

Gavin’s cheeks were red. His muscles were flexed tight, and his eyes were dark with barely controlled lust. He licked his lips and smiled.

“My turn.”

* * *

Gavin was the luckiest man alive.

That little show Lauren just put on was the hottest thing he’d ever experienced. Next time, he wanted his hands free to play with her clit while she used him to get off.

As beautiful as his wife looked all blissed out in afterglow, he wasn’t done with her.

“I need my hands, Lauren.” He nipped at her bott
om lip. “Now.”

Her soft breasts mashed against his chest as she reached around to untie him.

Gavin rotated his wrists, worked his fingers to help her move it along.

“Be still, or you’ll make a mess of the knot.”

The humor in her voice was unmistakable.

“Oh, you think this is funny do you?”

“Maybe a little.”

Gavin’s hands broke free and he grabbed her arms. Lauren squealed as he flipped her to her back. He buried his nose in her neck, drew in her scent before placing his mouth there, sucking lightly, biting not-so-lightly, until she squirmed.

“Gavin!”

He laughed along with her. He knew her body better than she did. He’d spent months learning every sound, every move she made when he touched her.

So, when he poised his cock at her entrance he gave her what she wanted. What they both wanted.

He slammed home with one hard thrust.

Their groans of pleasure intermingled in the air. Gavin hooked his arms behind her knees and lifted her legs, changing the angle so he could press even deeper.

God
damn.

The heat of her sex surrounded him, intoxicated him. Thank God they’d given up condoms. He didn’t want even the slightest barrier between them.

That was his last coherent thought.

Lauren tightened around him. “Gavin, please.”

Desire took over. He surged into her again. And again.

Their lips met in a rush of passion. Tongues seeking. Tasting. Devouring.

She stole his breath as sure as she’d stolen his heart. He belonged to her.

Body and soul.

Gavin pulled from the kiss, needing some semblance of oxygen to ease his burning lungs. His arms shook. His release hovered, sizzled through his balls.

Lauren’s pleasure-filled cries took him to the brink. And when she screamed, when the heat of her release washed over his cock, Gavin was a goner.

He thrust hard and held as his release pumped from his cock to fill her. His head spun; his breath was nothing but quick pants as he dropped his head to her shoulder.

They were both covered in sweat and the smell of sex. He should take her to the shower, but he lacked the energy.

It wasn’t even dark yet. They could catch a quick nap, then he would make love to her again before they showered and went in search of some dinner.

Lauren moaned in protest as he eased from her body and rolled to the side. She immediately rolled with him and snuggled against his chest. Seemed she was on board for the nap idea, too.

She hummed softly. “We should get married every day.”

He chuckled. They didn’t need a ceremony to have amazing sex.

And he’d spend the rest of his days proving it to her.

Chapter Four

Lauren woke the next morning to find Gavin missing from their bed. The digital readout on the bedside clock indicated it was far too early to be up on the first morning of their marriage. Especially since they’d spent most of the night naked and sweaty.

Maybe he’d decided to go for a run.

The thought made her smile.

The first time she’d come to this place, Gavin had been out for a run. He’d come into the house, wet from a post-workout swim, and deliciously naked.

She’d been half-naked as well—interrupted in the process of changing into a bikini. One look at his lean, muscular frame, and she’d allowed him to undress her and take her to the shower. Take her in the shower.

Hard to believe that had been just a few months ago.

Lauren was happy they hadn’t waited any longer to get married. It had taken Lauren less than a week alone with Gavin to realize he was the only man for her.

“Ah, there’s my sleeping beauty. What’s got you lost in thought this morning?”

Gavin surprised her by walking out of the bathroom, freshly showered and dressed. She admired the way the jeans hugged his hips. The gray T-shirt proudly sporting his college logo wasn’t too shabby, either. Lauren swore the man could make a burlap sack look sexy.

“I was just remembering our two weeks here over the summer.”

“Where it all began.” Gavin sat down beside her and caressed her cheek. “Would you do it all again?”

“In a New York minute.”

His thumb brushed over her lips. “You’re on Texas time now, baby. We like to take things a little slower down here.”

“As long as the end result is the same,
husband
, time can move as fast or as slow as you want. And why are you up and dressed so early? I thought we would stay in bed all day.”

Gavin laughed. “You’ve no idea how tempting I find that idea. We’ll have plenty of time to laze away in bed, I promise. For now…” He tugged on her hand. “It’s time for you to get a move on. We’ve gotta go.”

“What?” She fought to keep the whine out of her voice. “Where are we going?”

“I figured we might as well make sure our honeymoon wasn’t cancelled for no reason. We’re meeting the contractor at the house in two hours.”

Lauren felt horrible about canceling their honeymoon without discussing it with him. Gavin had been angry at first, but he’d agreed it was for the best.

“Come on, darlin’.” Gavin bent to peck her lips. “Go jump in the shower. I’ll throw together a quick breakfast. Let’s get this thing done.”

* * *

There wasn’t a vehicle in sight when Gavin pulled
up to the house exactly two hours later.

Shit.

Where was he?

Gavin’s stomach was in knots. Lauren was so happy, the last thing he wanted to do was spoil it with more delays.

From the outside, the house looked complete. The large brick structure sported two columns and a porch that went all the way around. There was still the issue of landscaping and if they were going to pour concrete all the way to the main road, but neither of those things would keep them from moving in.

“I thought you said he’d be here. Are we early?”

Gavin checked his watch. “No. Right on time.”

All the happiness drained from Lauren’s face. “And the contractor is late.” Her sigh nearly broke his heart. “Guess we had to come back to reality at some point.”

Gavin’s gut clenched. He’d rather lose a limb than see that pained expression on her face. “Let’s go inside. Maybe he parked around back.”

Lauren got out of the truck and followed him to the front door.

Gavin put the key in the lock and wished he’d had a shot of something stronger than coffee this morning. He pushed the door open, but stopped Lauren from entering.

“Oh no. We might not live here yet, but it’s still our house. Up you go.”

It killed him that her laughter was half-hearted this time as he carried her over the threshold … and into a floor-to-ceiling wall of milky plastic sheeting.

What the…?

Lauren swore softly. “I love you, Gavin, but please put me down. I need to be on my feet for this.”

Yes, she did. He hoped.

Gavin set her down. His blood pounded in his ears. His hands shook and his heart beat as though it were trying to escape his ribcage.

“What’s with the plastic? Was it hanging last time you were here?”

“I don’t know what the hell this is about.” Angrily, he jerked the plastic until it fell in a heap.

Lauren gasped, and her hands flew to her mouth as Gavin breathed a sigh of relief.

He’d revealed their beautifully finished living room, kitchen, and breakfast area—the only rooms visible from this vantage point, but he knew the rest of the house was the same. Finished.

Holy shit, they’d done it.

The night before the wedding, the appliances still hadn’t been delivered. It had promised to be a disaster and threatened all the plans Gavin had set in motion three weeks ago. His brothers had insisted he leave it to them. Jesus, they must have picked up the appliances and installed them yesterday afternoon after the wedding. And they’d delivered most of their furniture.

Gavin realized Lauren hadn’t said a word. He was just starting to get worried when she turned to him. Her eyes were shining with unshed tears.

“What did you … how…?”

Funny how seeing her upset made him want to punch something, but when she looked at him as she was now, he felt like a fucking superhero. Able to conquer any adversity for the sake of his woman.

“It wasn’t all me, I assure you. I had a lot of help, sweetheart.”

“All those late nights you said you and your brothers were working…”

“We were working. Just not at the ranch.”

“You were here?”

“We were. Every day. Every night. I fired the fucking contractor the day you canceled our honeymoon. The guys and I took it from there. We worked in shifts—pretty much ’round the clock—to keep you from getting suspicious. Even the ladies helped out. They were in charge of keeping you too busy to visit the site. They also did most of the painting. What we couldn’t do, I hired private laborers to complete. It’s all done, love.”

A tear escaped her lid. “Oh, Gavin. I ruined our honeymoon. I’m so sorry. I should’ve known you’d take care of everything.”

“Hey.” He pulled her against him. “Don’t cry. Nothing is ruined. Remember your two-for-one surprise special from last night?” He kissed her forehead. “Looks like it’s my turn again. Obviously, the house is your first surprise. Your second one is on the counter. Go check it out.”

Lauren wiped her eyes. She picked up the plain white envelope Gavin had asked Pax to drop off.

“What’s this?”

“Open it.”

Her smile lit up the room. “There’s a note in here from Paxton. It says everything is in order, and he figured we’d want to be alone. He’ll be at the ranch if we need him.”

Gavin owed his brother, big time. Owed his whole family for what they’d done for him. For them.

“There’s more.”

Gavin watched her expression change from confusion to pure joy as she pulled out the tickets. “We’re going to Bali?”

With their reservations in Hawaii down the drain, he’d decided to go all out.

“Got our own private villa for two weeks.” Gavin made a show of checking his watch. “And we leave in approximately twenty-two hours.”

Her gaze turned liquid. “Twenty-two, huh?” She set the envelope back on the counter.

“Yep. That’ll give us enough time to pack, although you won’t need much more than that sexy bikini you wore this summer.”

“Hmm. So that leaves us with about twenty hours to kill, right?”

She pulled her T-shirt over her head and tossed it to the floor. Her bra followed.

Gavin took full advantage of her breasts being on display. Her nipples darkened and puckered under his stare. He could hardly wait to get his mouth on them.

She walked backward in the direction of their new bedroom.

“Our bed been delivered?”

They’d ordered it months ago and had it stored in the warehouse at the ranch. His brothers were supposed to deliver and set the thing up yesterday. God, he hoped they did. “Should’ve been, yes.” If not, he’d take her on the floor. In every room.

She popped the button on her jeans and slid the zipper down.

“How about it, cowboy? You gonna help me break it in, or what?” A saucy smile played on her lips. “I won’t even ask to tie your wrists.”

Gavin burst into motion. He charged her, slung her over his shoulder, and marched across the house.

Lauren laughed and
oompf’d
at the same time.

“Damn good thing,” he warned and gave her a playful swat on the ass. “Since this time my hands will be very,
very
busy.”