“You okay, baby?” he whispers against my lips, and I nod my head and notice the gold condom packet held between his two fingers.
I take it from his fingers and toss it to the floor. “I’m better than good.”
“Princess . . . It’s my job to keep you safe. We can’t just toss away the condom and play pull-out and pray.”
“I’ve been on the shot for years, E. The pill made me gain weight I couldn’t have on if I was going to continue to be thrown through the air. I started getting the shot at seventeen.” I hold his eyes with mine and melt under his touch. “You love telling me you’re my husband. Show me what that feels like. Nothing between us.”
“Don’t you want to talk about STDs or previous partners?” he presses.
I shake my head. “You’re the only man I’ve ever been with, Easton. And I trust you with my life.” I run a thumb over his cheekbone and get lost in his eyes. “That’s enough for me.”
“I’d never do anything to hurt you, Lindy.” He rolls me to my back and hovers over my body.
“I know.”
I reach down and press Easton’s cock against my entrance, then look up at him, not sure he’s going to fit.
“It’ll fit, wife.” A muscle ticks in his jaw, and I brace my hands against his chest.
“Fuck me, husband.”
“As you wish,” he whispers against my lips and pushes himself inside me.
Pleasure spikes, stained with pain as he stretches me so thoroughly, my body vibrates around his, and I tighten my knees against his hips, worried he’s going to split me in two.
“Breathe, baby.” He pulls back out before pushing back in further.
Tiny movements, achingly slow. Working his way in, so he doesn’t hurt me. “You gotta breathe, Lindy.”
My eyes lock on his, and I’m suddenly struck by the weight of the moment.
I never thought I’d be here. With him.
He pulls back again. “Deep breath, princess.”
And when he thrusts in this time, the pain sears and splinters, and I gasp, searching for breath.
Easton presses his lips to mine, firm and soft and so utterly hypnotic. I get lost in the perfection of it all for a moment. He pushes his tongue into my mouth, and his fingers play with my clit.
I cling to my husband, slowly adjusting to his size. And after a few moments, the pain falls to the background, and it’s just us and the slowly building pleasure.
I slide my hips against his, trying it out.
Seeing what I like.
Wanting this to last forever but needing more.
Chasing the high I crave that only Easton can give me.
“You’re a fucking vision, wife.” He rolls us over so I’m straddling him and grips my chin. “Ride me, Lindy. Show me what you like.”
Pleasure pounds through me as I press my palms flat against his chest and try to move. My head falls back, my hair brushing against his thighs.
“That’s it, baby. You take my cock like such a good girl.”
One hand slides to the center of my back, and I tremble beneath his touch as we find our rhythm.
“Your fucking cunt was made for me, baby.”
My entire body clenches at his filthy words.
Wanting more.
“You like that?” he asks against my lips as his hips pick up speed, and I feel my arousal soaking our skin with each new thrust.
I practically purr as sensations overload my body, completely unable to speak or think or form words. I just cling to him.
“You like the way my cock fucks you, baby? The way you fit around me? Only ever me, wife.”
“Only ever you,” I echo back and claw at his strong shoulders as he fucks me harder.
Sends me higher.
My orgasm teeters just out of reach until Easton slams into me, and flames lick up my skin in a fiery explosion. Vivid color bursts behind my eyes as my orgasm washes over me, and my husband shouts my name out into the quiet room, then holds my face in his hands and covers my mouth with his.
He holds me draped against his body.
I’m unable to move and unwilling to care.
I tuck my face into his neck and suck his skin. “I think if I died right now, I’d die happy.”
Easton’s entire body goes rigid, and he stills beneath me.
“I love you, Madeline Kingston,” he whispers, a quiet prayer from his lips. “You’re not allowed to die until we’re old and gray and lying in bed together. And then you have to wait until I’ve been dead for at least ten minutes, so I never need to know a world without you in it.”
I lift my head and stare at him in shock. “What?”
He looks at me, confused.
Something tickles the back of my mind, and I stare deep into the depths of his eyes.
I stare at the man I married.
At the man who saved my life.
The lifeline who’s made sure he was only ever a phone call away.
Who’s been here, beside me, for a lifetime.
“I promise to love you until we’re old and gray and surrounded by grandbabies who love to skate,” I whisper back.
And my God, the smile that breaks out on his face is everything.
It’s agony and ecstasy and relief. It’s excitement and love.
So much love.
“Princess . . . You remember?”
I don’t bother trying to hide my tears, as I whisper in awe, “I remember everything.”
LINDY
Easton carries me out of the casino then bends his knees and slides me down the front of his body until my feet touch the ground outside. I slap his chest, then grab his arm to steady myself as the blood rapidly starts flowing back out of my head. “Listen, hockey boy. I don’t like being upside down when I don’t have to be.”
“You didn’t have to be upside down, princess. You chose to stay in that position,” he bites back as he wraps an arm around my shoulder for support. And oh my, does his warm skin feel good against my bare back. His fingers play with the two hanging ribbons of the silk bow tying the top of my halter together until he starts letting them dance up and down my spine. Like I needed any more reason to be turned-on right now.
And okay, fine. I may have stayed in that position, dangling over his shoulder, because it put my face in front of his ass, giving me one hell of a great view. So sue me. It’s my birthday. Consider this part of my present.
I mean, come on.
He’s a fucking professional hockey goalie.
His buns are made of steel.
I wonder what else is made of steel.
“Where to, bitches?” Everly exclaims, then pushes us forward. “And wherever it is, let’s go fast. Maddox is running interference with Charles to try and get us some unsupervised time. So move it, people.”
A party bus sits on the side of the street with the engine running, and a bunch of drunk women with bachelorette sashes wrapped around themselves stand in front of it. All except the one I’m guessing is the bride, based on her white dress and tiara.
Pace laughs and grabs Easton. “Let’s make you useful, E.”
Easton tugs me behind him as Pace introduces him to the ladies and lets them know who he is, then offers them a thousand dollars to let us on their bus. And before I know what’s happening, we’ve all piled on, and the driver is pulling away.