My nipples got hard and my neck twisted. “Tate, we’re in a church,” I hissed and his brows shot up.
“You sign the marriage certificate?” he asked.
“Yeah,” I answered.
“So did I so I figure God doesn’t mind. Fuck, babe, he made you that hot.”
I glared at my old man.
Then I burst out laughing.
*
I was naked, straddling Tate, his cock still hard inside me and he’d just come (though I’d come earlier, twice).
I bent and pressed my torso to his, tilting my head back to kiss the underside of his bearded jaw.
“Jesus, Ace,” he muttered, his arms going tight around me.
“What?” I asked.
“Danced all night, drank yourself stupid and you still rode me hard.”
I lifted up to look down at him. “I didn’t drink myself stupid,” I objected.
“Baby,” he whispered, his eyes dancing. “You’re hammered. You just let me do things to you that –”
I smiled because I had and the things he’d done were fabulous.
“It’s my birthday and all day I’ve been at someone else’s party. What? I don’t get my own party?” I asked.
“Yeah baby, you can have your own party every fuckin’ night, you wanna party like that.”
“Excellent,” I breathed and heard him chuckle.
Then he rolled, pulling out of me, taking me to my back, him mostly on top of me and he reached out toward the nightstand. He pulled open the drawer and came back with a square box wrapped in pale blue paper and tied with a wide, see-through, darker blue ribbon.
“Happy birthday, Ace,” Tate whispered and I looked from the box to him then I grabbed the box, pushed up so my shoulders were to the headboard, Tate pulled up too, so he was resting on his elbow in the pillow and I ripped off the bow and paper.
The box said bangles and I couldn’t wait to see them. Tate more than occasionally brought me custom-made silver jewelry he got from a talented jewelry designer in Gnaw Bone by the name of Jenna. Since Christmas, he’d added so many pieces to my stash that I’d lost count. They were all one-of-a-kind and they were all fabulous.
The paper fell away and I opened the top of the glossy, cardboard jewelry box and in it I found a big, black key fob and on the key fob was an unmistakable insignia.
I blinked at it then I hooked the ring with my forefinger, pulled it out of the box and tossed the box to the floor beside the bed to join the paper and ribbon.
“What is this?” I asked.
“Escalade Hybrid. It’s parked at Wood’s garage. We’ll go down tomorrow to get it.”
I blinked again and stared at him.
“You bought me an SUV for my birthday?” I asked.
“Yeah,” he answered.
“You spent tens of thousands of dollars on a Cadillac SUV for my birthday?”
“Uh…” he mumbled, “yeah.”
“Tate!” I screeched.
“Babe,” he whispered, his eyes going to the door before coming back to me, “keep it down.”
“Are you nuts?” I hissed and watched his face go hard.
“No,” he answered.
“You are. That’s… a Cadillac… it’s… insane!”
“Your fuckwad ex buy you that Lexus?” he asked and I stared hard at him.
Then I answered, “Yes.”
“Then that’s it, it’s gone. I’m puttin’ you in a caddy that’s far safer on mountain roads than that fuckin’ Lexus that dickhead bought you. We get rid of it and there’s nothin’ left of him and your old life. It’s just us. You, me, Jonas –”
I cut in. “And a Cadillac.”
His face went soft and he grinned. “And a Cadillac.”
“Tate, you don’t even drive that fine of a ride.”
“Yeah, babe, but I put scum in my truck,” he informed me and then went on firmly. “You’ll be puttin’ you and my kid in yours and you’ll be drivin’ with Jonas around Carnal in a fuckin’ caddy.”
Jesus, I loved this man.
“Okay,” I gave in and it was his turn to blink.
“Okay?” he asked.
I curled my fingers around the key fob and said, “Yeah, okay, cool. When can we go get it? First thing?”
He stared at me then he grinned then his hand came to mine, his thumb forcing my fingers open, he took the key fob and tossed it on his nightstand.
Then his arms curved around me and he pulled me down into the bed, his lips coming to mine where he said, “Yeah, first thing, after you go down on me.”
“Unh-unh,” I shook my head slightly, my lips brushing his, “I get your fingers in the shower.”
“Ace, you rode my fingers not thirty minutes ago.”
I tipped my head to the side, again brushing my lips against his. “So?”
“So, tomorrow I get your mouth,” he replied.
My hand slid from his back around to his front, where I wrapped it around his cock.
“How about you get my mouth now?” I whispered and I felt his mouth smile.
“Jesus, babe, I knew drunk sex with you would kill me.”
I bent a knee, planted a foot in the bed and rolled him, my lips sliding through his beard and down his neck where I mumbled, “Thought you said you wouldn’t mind dying this way.”