by Toni Aleo
“Oh, hush, I got you,” he said and then shot her a wink. “Gotta carry my bride over the threshold.”
Her heart melted a little more as he slowly walked into the room before kicking the door shut. She expected him to put her down, but he carried her to the bed, laying her down slowly before covering her body with his. She welcomed his weight and closed her eyes in ecstasy as he kissed her long and hard. Threading his fingers in her hair, he deepened the kiss as his other hand held her face tenderly. As he kissed her, her heart pounded in her chest.
They were married.
The feeling was euphoric, to say the least, and as she got lost in Karson’s kisses, she knew this was the best moment of her life. She wasn’t lying when she said she had been waiting for this her whole life. She’d known when she first met him that he could be someone to completely steal her heart and he had. Thankfully, he had never given it back, or this moment wouldn’t be happening. She was excited for their future, the trips they would take in the off-season, the house they would make a home as they both furthered themselves in their careers. She was excited to grow old with him. To be his for the rest of their lives.
Sitting up on his elbows, he moved his fingers along her jaw as he whispered, “Let’s get this dress off you before I rip it off with no cares in the world.”
His need for her had her dripping between her thighs. She nodded as she fought for breath, and he sat up, pulling her with him. Standing her up, he turned her and slowly unzipped the back of the dress. When his lips touched her back, she took in a sharp breath as the straps fell down her arms. Soon the bodice followed, leaving her topless as he placed small kisses along her spine. Dragging his tongue along her shoulders, he bit her neck playfully before inching the dress down over her hips and dropping to his knees to help her out of it. He placed a kiss to the small of her back before running his tongue along her left butt cheek and then playfully smacking her right, causing her to jump.
She turned around, a grin on her face, and the smile on his face was glorious and all for her. He looked up at her like she wasn’t twenty pounds overweight or had boobs that weren’t real or tattoos covering every inch of her chest. No, the only thing in his eyes was pure and undying love for her.
“You are stunning, Lacey Arielle King.”
Her heart stopped at hearing her new name leave his lips. Taking in a deep breath, she cupped his face and said, “I love you, husband.”
Turning his face in her hand, he kissed her palm and then looked up into her eyes before saying, “I love you, wife.”
She swallowed past the lump in her throat and begged the tears to stay at bay, but when he stood, lifting her dress slowly, her heart exploded in her chest as she watched him take such care to lay the dress over the chair that was beside the bed. As he looked back at her, she slowly lowered herself to the bed as she watched him remove his shirt and then pants, leaving him in a thin pair of boxers, his erection visible and long.
Coming to the bed, he gathered her in his strong arms, lifting her off the bed and against his chest. He kissed up her neck and her jaw before meeting his mouth to hers. She felt so safe, so perfect in his large arms, against his strong chest.
Laying her down, he tore his mouth from hers and kissed down her neck to her breasts. She expected him to fondle her, but he only kissed her two peaks as he continued down, dipping his tongue into her belly button before sliding down the white lace panties that said “Bride” along her mound. He kissed her center softly, dipping his tongue inside her, causing her to gasp for breath under his talented mouth. Threading her fingers in his mass of dark hair, she cried out as he swirled his tongue around her clit. Dragging his mouth from her wanton pussy, he kissed her thighs, running his tongue along them before returning to her clit and continuing the unbearable assault. Holding her breasts, she bit her lip as she watched him move his mouth along her wet pussy. When his eyes met hers, she swore she came right there. His eyes were dark, possessive as he fucked her with his tongue.
She was his and he knew it.
“Oh, Karson, I’m going to come,” she cried, her legs shaking and her back arching as her gaze stayed locked with his. Tearing his mouth from her, he bit her thigh as she cried out in protest.
“Don’t worry, baby. I’m going to make you come, but I want to be inside you when it happens.”
She couldn’t argue with that; she wanted him inside her. He pushed his boxers to the floor, his cock springing out at her before he ran his hands up her thighs, dipping his fingers inside her. She thought he was going to finger her, but instead, he brought his fingers back to his mouth, sucking them between his lips, his eyes never leaving hers.
“You taste so fucking good.”
She didn’t know what to say, and before she could even try, he flipped her over like she weighed nothing and entered her without any kind of warning. Crying out, she squeezed his cock hard with her body as she fisted the blanket in her hand. Taking her hips in his hands, he lifted her up before thrusting inside her and taking her breath away.
Closing her eyes, she took each thrust, biting into her lip as Karson massaged her ass and then her lower back. When his hands slid up her back to her shoulders, she arched, taking him deeper as he dug his thumbs into the top of her back. She was there; she was going to come, but before she could, he pulled out of her and flipped her back to her back.
“Not yet,” was all he whispered before entering her again. “I want to watch you come all over me.”
It was by far the hottest thing that had ever been said to her. Or maybe it was the intensity in his eyes that had her digging her fingers into his shoulders. She wasn’t sure, but her whole body was burning with need. As he moved into her, she met his gaze and couldn’t look away if she tried. She never wanted this moment to end; she loved the connection they shared. He was the yin to her yang, and she couldn’t get enough of his hard body or soft kisses. He treated her like she was a delicate flower, but at the same time, manhandled her like she was a strong piece of marble. It was mind-blowing and glorious. Tears stung her eyes from the perfection of it all.
Snaking his arm under her neck, he brought her up to his mouth as he continued to move inside her. As his mouth caressed hers, he picked up speed, their bodies gliding together in beautiful harmony. She started to squeeze him with her impending orgasm, but when his hand slid between their bodies, she simply flew into the clouds. Crying out, his name falling from her lips, Lacey came harder than ever.
As Karson’s wife.
She wasn’t sure if that was the reason it felt so different, but as he moved into her, each time harder than the last, she felt whole. For so long she’d felt like something was missing, and it was Karson. She knew that, but at that moment, lost in his eyes as he came hard inside her, she knew that her body, her heart, her everything was Karson’s.
And nothing would ever change that.
Falling on top of her, he dusted her face with kisses before sliding his nose along hers. Looking deep into her eyes, he whispered, “I love you, Mrs. King.”
Her grin matched his as she ran her fingers along his sweat-dampened back. “And I love you more, Mr. King.”
As he kissed her softly, she knew that nothing could ever top the way she felt in that moment. She felt loved, complete, and perfectly euphoric, and it was all because of him.
In that bed, it was only the two of them, but tomorrow they would have to face the world. With Karson by her side, though, she knew they would be okay.
At least, she prayed they would be.
Opening her eyes, Lacey smiled when she found Karson fast asleep, looking peaceful and oh so gorgeous beside her. His hair was astray, his mouth hanging open as his long, dark lashes kissed the top of his cheeks. He took in a deep breath and stirred a little before reaching for her and bringing her closely into a cocoon of Karson. His arms shielded her from the world, his scent, manly and woodsy, intoxicated her, and the feel of his heart steady against her chest soothed her.
They were marr
ied.
She was really married to Karson Jett King, and he was hers. Completely and forever hers. Moving her fingers along his jaw, tears stung her eyes as she gazed at her gorgeous husband. Thoughts of waking up like this for the rest of her life warmed her to the core. They had forever together, and the thought of the life she hoped for made her giddy inside.
“Stop staring at me,” he grumbled against her lips. “I can’t sleep.”
She giggled as she cuddled deeper in his arms, his taut muscles hard against her soft body. “I can stare if I want—you’re my husband.”
His mouth curved up in a grin as his arms tightened around her worn-out body, molding her into his. “You’re right. I am,” he whispered against her swollen lips. “One who is tired to the bone. You worked me entirely too hard.”
To say they’d had unbelievable, mind-blowing sex every hour on the hour was an understatement. Her body ached but felt so damn good at the same time. In one day, she had made up for not having any kind of intercourse for the last three years. She wasn’t saying she was up-to-date though because she still craved it. Craved him.
Moving her hands along his shoulders, she laced her fingers behind his neck. “It’s almost seven. Aren’t you hungry?”
He shook his head. “I don’t want to leave this bed. Ever.”
She laughed, moving her nose along the stubble on his chin. “You know we have to. We have to return to our life.”
“Or we can stay here and say fuck it all.”
Her laughter filled the room. “We both know that can’t happen.”
“Yeah, I know,” he said, finally opening his eyes and meeting her gaze. “What’s gonna happen when we go back?”
Nerves settled in her stomach as she continued to move her fingers along his stubble. “Do you want me to move to Nashville?”
His eyes went dark and serious as he held her gaze. “Yes, I do, Lacey. Is that possible?”
She nodded. “Yeah, we’ll need to pack me up—”
“I’ll call and have that done.”
She smiled, hooking her leg over his hip. “Do you have a house or something?”
“An apartment, but once we get back to Nashville, we can find a house to make our home.”
“I like that,” she whispered against his lips.
“Me too. I have a homestead coming up, seven home games, so I’ll be home for at least a month. That will give us enough time, I think, to find something and hopefully move in right away.”
“For sure, if it’s vacant.”
“Yeah, true. I think there is a house in my captain’s neighborhood I like. I’ll call him and see who the Realtor is.”
“I can’t wait.”
“Me neither,” he said, kissing her softly on her lips.
Her heart pounded happily in her chest. They were really doing this. For some reason, she still couldn’t believe it was happening, but listening to them make plans, she knew it was. They were going to find a house and make it theirs. Make a life, just the two of them. It was a wondrous feeling, contemplating all the possibilities. They could have BBQs for his friends, who would become her friends, she hoped. Maybe his family would come down and stay. Or maybe even her own. It was a long shot, hoping that Nate and Grady Martin would come, but she could hope.
She was still thoroughly furious with her father and brother and planned to let them have it, but afterward she wanted them to love Karson the way she did. She wanted to have Christmas in Chicago, or maybe even in their new home, with her family and his. She wanted to have the boys come stay with her in Nashville so she could spoil them and give Grady and Rachel a break. She wanted Karson to be a part of the family like Rachel was, but something inside her said that would probably never happen. It was going to be like World War Three when her father got word of this. They probably already knew something wasn’t right since she hadn’t shown up for work or even called to tell Rachel what was going on. She was ignoring her phone and so was Karson. They were too busy, consumed with each other.
“What do you think your family is going to say?” she asked suddenly, meeting his gaze.
His beautiful eyes warmed her as he dusted kisses along her jaw. “They will be shocked and a little mad they missed it, but they will be happy I have my heart back.”
Running her fingers up the back of his head, she whispered, “I can’t wait to meet them.”
“I can’t wait for you to either.”
“When are you going to tell them?”
He grinned against her jaw, nibbling on it before looking up into her eyes. “How about after I make you come?”
Her eyes darkened as desire hit her right in the gut. “I like the way you think.”
“Good,” he muttered against her neck as he kissed along her naked chest. She usually didn’t care for attention to her chest since she really didn’t get anything from it, but there was something about watching Karson move his mouth along the tattoos on her breasts, the way his tongue licked along the curve of her that actually had her wet between her legs. Arching her back, she tangled her fingers in his hair as his hand found its way between her thighs, holding her pussy hostage. Bringing his mouth back to hers, he kissed her, his tongue finding hers as his fingers dipped into her wetness, curving up into her and leaving her gasping for breath.
Moving his hand in and out of her, he continued to kiss her. His kisses were teasing but also demanding, making it hard to think or move, for that matter. In seconds she was so turned on, she feared if she moved, it would hurt. Her heart was pumping hard, her blood burning with need, and her pussy crying for a release. She was almost there, riding his hand as he continued to kiss her in the most seductive way, when he stopped suddenly and withdrew his hand. She looked at him expectantly through hooded eyes as he kicked the blanket off their legs and then sat up, his cock jutting out toward her. She wasn’t sure what he was doing, but she wanted him in her mouth.
Going onto her knees and one hand, she took his cock in her mouth, holding at the base as she moved her mouth up and down his length. His guttural moans filled the large room as she moved her tongue along the head of his cock, sucking it and teasing him in the most unbearable way. Running his hands down her back, he curved his hand along her ass, tracing his fingers down her crack.
“Fuck, baby. Yeah, that feels good.”
His moans and words encouraged her to go on. His legs were shaking, his hands tangling in her long hair as she took him to the back of her throat and back out before moving her hand up the length of him, swirling her thumb along the tip. Repeating the motion over and over again, she felt him throbbing and knew he was almost there. When his fingers dipped inside her, she paused, her eyes rolling to the back of her head in pleasure but then remembered she had a job to do. Taking him to the back of her throat once more, she moved her hand to cup his balls, and that did it. He thrust in her mouth, his come shooting to the back of her throat as his hands gripped her hair, stinging her scalp. Sucking him completely clean, she kissed the tip before falling back on her haunches, a sneaky little grin on her face.
“I was supposed to make you come,” he pointed out once he could breathe.
She shot him a grin as she fell back onto the bed, spreading her legs for him. She moved her hands between her legs, dragging a finger through her wetness before holding it out to him.
“You still have time to do just that.”
His eyes were predatorily sexy as he took her hand in his and sucked her finger like it was covered in the most delectable chocolate. Kissing her palm, he kissed down her arm to her elbow before kissing the spot below her armpit, then down to her ribs, her hips, and between her legs. Kissing along her thighs, he moved his tongue across her mound before sucking her clit into his mouth. She cried out, her back arching up as she fisted the bedsheets in her hands.
“Oh my God,” she cried as he flicked his tongue quickly along her taut nub.
Pressing his hands to the backs of her knees, he pushed them back, opening her
wider for him as he devoured her like it was the last pussy he’d ever eat. She hoped and prayed it was. She wanted to be the last taste on his lips, the last woman he’d ever touch, and she had no doubt that her hopes would be a reality. He loved her. Only her. Karson was the only man she truly believed would love her till his dying day, and she knew she would love him just the same.
Moving his fingers inside her, he began to fuck her slowly as he continued the unbelievable and life-altering assault to her clit with his talented tongue. Her body seized up, her eyes closing tightly as her toes flexed and she shattered beneath him, his name falling from her lips in almost a whisper.
“Fuck, Lacey, you are amazing,” he murmured against her throbbing pussy.
Reaching for him, she pulled him onto her and kissed him hard, her fingers biting into his shoulders as she shook with aftershocks from her orgasm. She welcomed his weight, almost craved it as she kissed the side of his mouth and his swollen lips. Leaning on one hand, he looked down at her, cupping her breast as his eyes met hers. She felt so loved, so special under his gaze that tears stung her eyes. How did she get so lucky to be this in love with someone? After so long apart, they were going to be happy.
Just the two of them.
“I love you, Karson,” she whispered, cupping his face.
He leaned into her hand and closed his eyes as he took in a deep breath. When he opened his eyes after a few breaths, they were full of love as he whispered, “Not as much as I love you.”
She disagreed, but instead of arguing the fact, she took his mouth with hers and got lost in her husband’s stunning kisses.
Her husband.
Karson King was her husband.
Karson once said that a girl like Lacey didn’t come around twice, and he was right in a sense. Because in the last nine years, the multiple women he’d met, the ones he’d slept with, none of them ever measured up to Lacey. He remembered how he lost a friendship over Lacey, and he didn’t regret it one bit. In his mind, bros before hos was a distant thought because he loved Lacey to the fullest and put her on the highest pedestal in the sky. As he stroked her face, his eyes locked with hers, he knew why he did. She was by far the most unbelievable woman in the world, and she was all his now. Girls like her may not come around twice, but thankfully, Lacey had, and he wasn’t letting her go this time.