Wounded But Not Scarred (New Adult Rockers 2) (25 page)

I don’t give a damn.

All You Need is Love
starts
to play, and Paige and I take each other's hands and start to walk out across
the grass. Paige cheers, holding her bouquet up high in the air, and everyone
claps for us as we make our way back to the mansion.

Cocktail hour begins to take place
on the patio and we’re led away for pictures. We hear snippets of people
praising the beautiful weather and commenting on how lovely Paige looks. We
pose for pictures with our friends, and then we take pictures with just the two
of us.

We laugh as we kiss amongst the
trees and flowers, and we don’t even notice the photographer as she snaps our
photos; we’re so caught up in each other.

“I can’t get over how beautiful you
look,” I tell Paige again.

“Wow, I must always look like a
dog,” she teases.

“No. You’re always gorgeous, but
today,” I falter trying to find the words, “I just can’t describe how wonderful
you look today.”

She smiles happily, kissing me and
I hear the distinctive click-click of the camera.

“You look pretty damn handsome in
your tux.” She links her fingers with mine and gives me a mischievous grin.

“Oh, Mrs. Evans, the things I’m
going to do to you later.”

She giggles, her cheeks turning
pink. “Oh I hope so!”

“That’s it you two,” the
photographer says cheerfully, pulling us out of our private moment. “You can
head on back to the party.”

We make our way toward the mansion,
and we see the last of the guests being led inside for dinner. The wedding
party is waiting outside the doors, and we join them so we can be properly
introduced.

“And now, the couple you’ve all
been waiting for,” the DJ starts, “Mr. and Mrs. Blake Evans!”

Everyone cheers as we enter the
reception room and I almost stop in my tracks when I see how well the room is
decorated. I didn’t pay much attention to what Paige did in the decoration
department. I helped pick out the food and some of the music, but I let Paige
do her thing when it came to the rest.

The inside of the mansion had been
transformed into an outdoor garden, complete with hanging flowers, glowing
candles, and actual trees.

“Do you like it?” Paige asks
nervously, looking over at me.

“Damn! Paige, it’s amazing!”

“Oh good,” she sighs as we walk
over to our own private table.

From that point on, we’re caught up
in the evening’s festivities, being whisked away for dances, pictures and well
wishes from our friends and family. We manage to sit for a few minutes to eat
our meal, but then before we know it we’re making our rounds of the tables,
saying hello to everyone and kissing a million cheeks.

I sneak Paige away a few times to
dance, and we manage to get a few slow songs in.

I lean in to Paige, my mouth just
above her ear. “Has it been a good day?”

“The best.” She kisses me and then
rests her head on my shoulder. “And it’s just the beginning.”

“That’s right, baby. Just the
beginning.”

The party continues, but some of
the older guests begin to leave. A late-night buffet is brought out, filled
with treats like grilled cheese sandwiches, cupcakes, fresh cut potato chips
and chocolate éclairs.

Our guests continue to party, but I
can only think about getting Paige back to our hotel room. While she looks
ravishing in her dress, my mind keeps wandering to what lies beneath her dress.

Paige seems to read my mind and
comes up to me just before midnight.

“I think I’m ready to go,” she
admits.

I’m quick to answer. “Me too.”

Paige runs upstairs and changes
into a simple white dress that has the same lace detail from her wedding dress.
The DJ announces that we’re leaving, and we kiss a few of our family members
before hurrying out to my truck.

“Son of a bitch,” I curse when I
see the tin cans tied to my bumper, and the white spray all over the truck.

Paige giggles.

“Damn rednecks,” I mutter, knowing
that Ben and Ryan must have taken perverse pleasure in turning my truck into a
white-trash mobile.

I help Paige in and then we’re on
our way to the Vanderbilt where we’ll stay for two nights. We plan on having a
lazy day tomorrow, and I fully intend on keeping Paige up for most of the
night. We’ll have a laid-back brunch or maybe it will be lunch depending on the
time, and then we’re heading over to Kenny’s house for a quiet dinner with all
of our parents. Then we’ll go back to the Vanderbilt and get up early the next
day for our flight to Kauai.

I was most looking forward to two
weeks on a Hawaiian beach with Paige.

The atmosphere in the car becomes
charged, and I sense that Paige is just as anxious to get to our hotel room as
I am. We have no bags with us; everything was already sent to our room.

We quickly make our way up to our
room, getting a few stares from guests who recognize us, though the hotel lobby
is mostly empty at this hour. I unlock our suite, which is slightly bigger than
the one we shared on the night of our release party, and I’m pleased to see
what the concierge has done.

The room is scattered with red rose
petals, and candles are lit everywhere, including along the huge Jacuzzi spa
that takes up most of the bathroom.

“Oh Blake!” Paige sighs.

“I want to make love to my wife.” I
start taking off my pants, and yanking at my button down shirt.

“Mmmhmm. I want to make love to my
husband.”

I push her down on the bed, and tug
her dress over her head as she kicks off her heels.

“The petals are so soft,” she moans
as her bare skin hits the sheets. I take time to savor her body, hoisting her
slender leg on my shoulder, and slowly kissing her from her ankle up to the
inside of her thigh. The higher I kiss, the louder her moans grow.

I move to her other leg, wanting to
cover every inch of her skin with my mouth. After I’ve finished kissing her
legs, I cover her with my body; kissing along her stomach and up to the lacy
white bra she’s wearing.

“You look so pure in this,” I
whisper huskily, snapping at the lacy material.

“A blushing virgin,” she quips,
before I cover her mouth with mine. I kiss her hungrily, moving my tongue
against her tongue, and reaching behind her arching back to unsnap her bra.

I slide the bra down her shoulders,
and move my mouth down her neck, before sealing her nipples with my mouth. I
tug each nipple between my teeth, feeling them elongate as Paige bucks beneath
me in pleasure.

I slide one hand down her body,
slipping it inside her white panties, and slowly brush against her waxed sex.

“Oh...Blake...”

I gently slip one finger inside
her, swirling it around in her wetness. I’m so turned on by how ready she is
for me. We’ve only just begun and she’s more than wet enough for me to be
inside her.

But not yet.

I force myself away from her
breasts, and slide between her legs, tugging at her lacy thong.

“Did you see what it says?” she
gasps.

Huh? The thong?

I look down at her and see the word
Bride
in blue rhinestones.

I chuckle darkly. “Very cute.”

Without warning, I flip Paige over
onto her stomach and she gasps. I grab a pillow and place it under her hips. I
grasp at her ass and then lower my mouth against her from behind.

Paige cries out, burying her face
in the sheets. I gently suck at her outer lips, tugging at them while I use my
fingers to massage her backside. Her thighs start to tremble immediately, and I
know she’s enjoying this new angle.

I push my face further into her pussy,
sucking on her inner lips as my fingers glide over her. I slide two fingers
inside her as I move my tongue along her ridges.

“Oh god! Blake!” Paige’s voice is
raw with lust and I feel myself harden further.

I bring my mouth to her clit,
tugging gently and then more forcefully as Paige’s moans fill the room.

“Don’t stop!” she pants as I
continue to play with her clit and pump my two fingers inside of her. “Don’t
stop.”

I pull my fingers out, rubbing
circles on her clit as I increase my speed and then I thrust my tongue deep
inside of her. I thrust it once, twice and on the third time, Paige cries out
loudly, losing control as her body shakes uncontrollably.

I groan with my own pleasure, and
continue to lick her she comes. Her body finally relaxes, and I still stroke
her slowly with my fingers, making sure my touch is extra gentle now.

But this time, Paige’s legs begin
to tremble again, and I increase my stroking.

“Blake! I’m going to come again,”
she gasps.

“Fuck!” I hiss excitedly, moving my
hands faster and bring my mouth back to her silky sex. She’s that much wetter
this time, and within seconds she’s coming again, her body bucking harder than
the first time.

She collapses down on the pillow
and I go to gently stroke her again but she rolls over on her back.

“No. I’m too sensitive,” she
explains. “But that was amazing.”

 “You’re so sexy.”

“Not as sexy as you,” she argues,
crawling on top of me.

“Baby, I’m not going to last long,”
I admit as she slips her hands into my boxers and pulls them down. I spring
free, hard and solid for her.

She makes eyes at me and then wraps
her mouth around me, pushing me deep into her throat without any pretense.

“Christ!”

She laughs softly, teasing me with
her tongue and running her nails along the underside of my shaft.

I close my eyes, greedily accepting
her pleasure. I’m almost at my limit, and I know I need her to stop if I want
to be inside her.

“Okay. We have to stop,” I gasp and
Paige pulls herself off.

I sit up against the bed and she
climbs on top of me and straddles me. She positions her sex just against my
erection, and the softness of her freshly waxed skin drives me wild.

“Do you want to fuck your wife?’
she purrs, gyrating against me.

My eyes nearly pop out of my head.

“What?” she laughs.

“Did you just talk dirty to me?”

If candles didn’t light the room, I
think I would see her blush.

“So what if I did?” she asks
innocently, “I only said ‘fuck.’ “

“I know. It was sexy as hell.” I
pause. “Say it again.”

“Fuck.”

“Mmhm.” I stiffen against her.

“You like that?” she asks coyly.

“You have no idea.” Hearing my
sweet wife use the word “fuck” is more arousing than I could have imagined.

She bats her eyelashes at me and
pushes against my body.

“Fuck me,” she begs softly.

“What?” I choke.

“Fuck me, husband.”

Without a word, I grab her and
throw her down on her back and she gasps with pleasure and surprise. It’s pure
animalistic instinct, and she’s barely on her back before I thrust deep and
hard inside of her.

“Argh!” she screams as I take her,
yet her nails digging into my back tell me that she’s enjoying it.

I groan loudly, pushing into her
harder and deeper. “Tell me if it’s too much,” I pant.

“No! I. Love. It.”

Holy shit, this woman is going to
be the death of me. I drive into her again and again, knowing I won’t last much
longer.

As if on cue, and fitting for the
day, we both orgasm together, crying out each other’s names before we collapse
in each other’s arms.

“Oh, Paige,” I say gruffly, pulling
her into my arms and holding her tightly to me.

“I love being your wife,” she says
softly. “This day has been amazing.”

I hold her close to me, kissing her
forehead softly, and gently running my hands over her arms. I know that I’ll
still feel the same way about Paige fifty years from now.

“My head,” Paige complains, holding
her head in her hands.

I laugh as I brush some dried rose
petals from the sheets.

“Too much champagne,” I tease as I
put the empty bottle in the trash.

“But I didn’t drink it by myself.”

“You’re clearly a lightweight
then.”

“I need Advil.”

“You need the hair of the dog.”

Paige rolls over on the bed, “No
more champagne!”

“Come on. We’ll have some with
breakfast.” I glance at the clock. “Well, we can have some with lunch.”

She sits up. “What time is it?”

“Almost one in the afternoon.”

“Gosh! What time did we go to
sleep?”

“I think it was almost five.”

She gingerly rolls off the bed.”
Well that would explain why I’m so sore.”

I laugh softly. “I told you that I
was going to make love to my wife all night.”

“And that you did, Mr. Evans.”

“And you loved every second, Mrs.
Evans.”

She licks her lips. “Yes, I did.”

“So what do you say? Want to clean
up and go down and have lunch?”

“Sure. But we have to be at my
dad’s when? Four?”