Total pages in book: 186
Estimated words: 178688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 893(@200wpm)___ 715(@250wpm)___ 596(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178688 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 893(@200wpm)___ 715(@250wpm)___ 596(@300wpm)
Jerry wraps Gemma in a big hug, then pulls me in too. The three of us laugh and break apart.
“Are you two really married and stayin’ that way?”
I look at Gemma, who’s beaming with happiness. Pulling her close, I interlock my fingers with hers, then look back at Jerry. “Yes, sir. She’s the love of my life.”
He places a firm hand on my shoulder and squeezes. “Good. You two deserve all the happiness in the world with each other.”
“Thank you, Daddy.” Gemma hugs her dad again, and I notice tears in her eyes when she pulls away. “I told you it would all work out, didn’t I?”
“You did,” he exclaims. “Never saw any of this comin’, though.”
“You’re the first to know,” I explain. “Well, you and Robert.”
He chuckles. “I’m honored and thrilled to have you as my son-in-law, but that doesn’t mean I’m gonna go any easier on you at the garage.”
“Wouldn’t expect anything less.”
Gemma squeezes my hand, and I meet her eyes.
“Thank you, Gem. I know you did this for me,” Jerry says sincerely, and I see the flicker of emotion in his eyes that’s starting to boil over.
“I did, Daddy. And it worked out for the best. Now, we all get our happily ever after.”
“Yes. And oh, you two go be together. You’ve been married for seventeen days and fooled the world. Go, go! I’ll clean up ’round here.” He shoos us away, and we don’t argue.
I’ve been waiting nearly three weeks for this night, and I don’t want to waste another second of not being alone with my wife.
CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
GEMMA
I can’t wipe the smile off my face as Tyler and I leave my father’s house and go to the cottage. I’m so damn happy all my things were moved back, along with new locks and a security system so Robert can’t weasel his way in again. The look on his face when the realization set in that he’d been duped was priceless, and it’s something I’ll never forget.
Best. Moment. Ever.
Tyler opens the door, then pulls me to him before I go inside.
“Wait.” He lifts me in his arms, and I tighten my hands around his neck. “It’s tradition for the husband to carry his new wife across the threshold.”
I laugh. “Then by all means, hubby.”
He dramatically steps through the doorway, and I press his lips to mine. “I can’t believe we’re really married.”
“I can’t either,” he whispers, setting me down. Cupping my face, he brings our mouths together. “I love you.”
“I love you, too.” I rub my nose against his, and he grins as I continue. “Now, let’s consummate our marriage. Like, all over this place.”
“Is that so, Mrs. Blackwood?” He arches a teasing brow.
“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever heard.”
I jump back into his arms, and he easily catches me as my legs go around his body. He holds me tightly as our tongues swirl together, and I feel his hard cock pressing into me.
“Tyler, I need you. Right now,” I demand.
“I’m here, baby.” He moves down my jaw and slides his tongue up to my neck. “Tell me what you want.”
“Take off your clothes.”
He chuckles. “And then what?”
“Fuck me against the wall. Then bend me over the island. Then on top of the counter.”
“Jesus Christ,” he growls in my ear. “Been thinking about this for a while, haven’t you?”
“I have lots of fantasies that involve you, and in all of them, we’re naked and moaning.”
Tyler carries me into the kitchen, then sets me down. I watch as he removes his shoes, his shirt, and finally his jeans. I lick my lips at how hard and ready he is for me standing in only his boxer shorts.
“As sexy as you look in that dress, it needs to come off,” he demands.
I spin around so he can do just that. Tyler brushes my hair to one side and slowly lowers the zipper. The dress falls to my feet, leaving me in only a thong and strapless bra. Before I can tell him to remove them, he kneels behind me, threading his fingers inside the thin panties and pushing them down my legs.
“Fucking hell, baby. I wanna devour you so badly. Taste your come and sink my tongue deep inside you.” He stands behind me, pushing his throbbing length against my bare ass.
I unclasp my bra and toss it to the side. Looking over my shoulder, I flash him a devious smirk and arch a brow. “Then what are you waiting for?”
Flattening my palms on top of the island, I part my legs and give him the view he’s so desperate for. Dropping to his knees again, he grips my thighs, and spreads my ass cheeks. I lower my stomach to the counter and when he swipes his tongue along my clit, the sensation has me nearly combusting.
Tyler licks, sucks, and flicks my clit, and he doesn’t let up until I’ve given him two orgasms. By the time he stands, my knees are shaking.