“Where are we going?”
We reached the door, and he quietly opened it and we ducked inside. It was the grand ballroom, dark and unused, since Logan had rented out the
entire hotel.
“I can’t wait another minute, Clare. I need to have my hands on you. Seeing you in that dress…knowing that you’re finally my wife. It’s
driving me insane.”
He lifted me up and set me down on one of the round tables that were scattered around the room.
“What if someone comes in here?” I asked, biting my lip and totally loving the idea of doing something naughty.
“Believe me, no one’s coming in here. Colin’s making sure of that.”
My eyes widened. “You don’t mean he’s out there,” I said, pointing to the door, “standing watch?”
“What? No! Do you think I’d let that horn dog anywhere near here? He’s paying off the staff.”
“Oh,” I said, smiling. “Well, how exactly are you going to get me out of this dress without me looking like a train wreck when we go back
in?”
He flashed me a wolfish grin. “Who said I was going to take off the dress? I am definitely keeping the dress on. For now.”
He stood between my legs and pulled me close, leaning down to kiss my lips. He was gentle at first, but became more urgent and heated. He
fisted my hair and slanted my head so he could deepen the kiss. Moving down my neck, he kissed my collarbone and shoulder.
“Lie back,” he commanded.
I did as I was told, and leaned back until my back hit the table top. His hands flitted down my curves, over my hips until he knelt and they
found the hem of my dress. He lifted it and examined my champagne high heels.
“Nice.” His eyes traveled to my legs. “Are these the stockings I bought for you?” he asked, his eyes quickly traveling up to meet mine in
question.
“Yes,” I answered.
He wrapped his fingers around my ankles and slowly started sliding his hands up until the found my hip and the lace top of the stockings where
the blue garter was.
Logan stood, pushing my skirt up as he did.
“Christ. That’s got to be the best money I’ve ever spent.”
“And you haven’t even seen all of it yet,” I reminded him.
“Don’t tempt me Clare. We need to keep you presentable for the family,” he grinned.
Running his hands up my thighs, he paused. “I was just going to make you come because we don’t have a lot of time. But seeing you like this,
all spread out before me like a fucking platter? Now all I want to do is bury myself in you.”
I pushed up to my elbows and gave him a challenging look.
“Then what’s stopping you?”
He growled and suddenly I was in the air. My legs wrapped around his waist seconds before he pushed us against the wall opposite of where we’d
come in.
My skirt was gathered around my hips, and I heard the telltale sound of Logan’s zipper and belt. All my insides went tight in anticipation as
his hand slid up my thigh to push aside my lacy blue thong.
“We’re going to consummate our marriage in an empty ballroom, standing against a wall, with our family down the hall. You okay with that?”
I could feel him hard and ready against me, waiting for my answer.
“Yes, Logan. God, yes,” I managed to say as he plunged into my slick core.
I muffled my cries and moans against his shoulder as he pumped in and out, filling me completely with every stroke.
“I love you. So fucking much,” he said roughly, slamming into my body harder. I could feel the orgasm building in my belly, swirly and
twirling in my body like a tornado. His eyes focused on mine and he must have seen it in my eyes, because he took my mouth seconds before I
cried out my orgasm, muting the sounds with our kiss.
One hand snaked around my body and found my bare ass. As he braced us against the wall with the other, he pulled me closer. His strokes were
fast and uncontrolled, and within seconds his eyes glazed over and he gave a guttural moan as he came.
Still panting and in our post-coital haze, both of us jumped when there was a knock on the door.
“Logan!” Colin whispered.
“What the fuck do you want, man?” He suddenly looked down to make sure I was covered in case Colin was dumb enough to walk in. I really hoped
he wasn’t.
“They’re starting to notice you guys are gone. Might want to hurry things along,” he laughed.
“All right, thanks.”
We turned to each other and couldn’t help but laugh a little.
“Guess we better go before we get busted with our pants down!” Logan said.
We laughed and redressed each other, and headed back to our reception, hoping to hell that we didn’t look like we’d just been shagging down
the hall.
Logan
Dinner passed in a blur. I think we had chicken, or pork?