She sat back, narrowing her eyes. “What will you do for work?”
He held his hands up in surrender. “Work is something I’m thinking about. I’ve got enough money to start my own business. I think I want to do security. Less stress, more time at home. It’ll be based out of here.”
“I’m addicted to you, Jax Morgan.”
He laid a heavy kiss on her then, and Ivory’s exhausted body came to life. “It’s going to be a while until we can get dirty.”
His laugh sounded in her ear. “Oh, I think that’s all right. We’re going to have our hands full anyway.”
“Doesn’t mean I can’t give you a blow job every now and then.”
He tugged on a strand of her hair. “God, I love you, woman.”
“Then yes. I’ll marry you.”
Epilogue
Music filtered over speakers, the sensual sounds inviting the guests to overrun the dance floor. Jax couldn’t take his eyes off his wife. She stood between Nana and Jenny as she held Ashley’s hand. The tot began to walk on her own a few weeks back, and Ivory delighted in helping her along.
Ax, Luke, Blade, and Ace made it to the function. Jax looked on his old team members, their fixed postures and roving eyes a dead give away to their profession. Ace pulled at his neck tie, Blade fidgeted with the hem of his trousers.
Jackson snuggled against Sara’s neck as she fought to untangle his tiny fingers from hair. Everything seemed right, until his gaze fell on Nathan. Ivory still cried at night over Ashley’s absence, and Jax vowed he would make it right. The police chief wouldn’t hold the office or title much longer if he could help it. He tried to lure a few of his former soldiers over to the dark side, but so far, none took the bait.
He’d hired a few men, and Morgan Security lifted off the ground, but he’d feel better if he knew the guys better. Recommendations and resumes would only go so far. Still, his gut told him his small group would work out fine. Their first assignment: Find his parents’ killers.
“What’s got you so lost in thought?”
Jax stared down at his wife, her eyes alight with mischief. They’d decided to do the reception in Nana’s backyard, and several guests milled around, waiting for a chance to dance on the small wood platform. “I’m thinking about taking you inside,” he said against her hair.
Goosebumps developed along her bare spine where his hand rested. “Think we can sneak away?”
“Can you leave Jackson that long?”
Ivory tugged on his hand, her wedding band glinting in the Japanese lamps they’d strung up. “He’ll be fine with Sara and Cece for a bit.”
“What’s got into you?” His voice turned husky.
She tossed a sassy glance over her shoulder as she led him through the back door and up the stairs. Nana’s house sat empty while the party went on outside. Jax held his breath until they reached her old room.
The door clicked shut, and Ivory turned the lock. She drew the drapes closed and turned to him, lifting the satin of her simple bone-colored, floor-length sheath. “I got the go ahead from the doc today for sexual intercourse.” She pressed her body to his. “I thought maybe you would like to indulge in a little play.”
The dash of her tongue across his ear sent his dick on alert. He pulled her to him and ground his pelvis against her. She sucked on his neck, and Jax didn’t have to see to know she’d left a mark. He backed her up to the bed.
The straps of her gown fell off her creamy shoulders, and Jax dipped to nip at the tender skin. She sighed. “So, does this mean you want to consummate our vows right now?”
Jax’s cock bobbed in his trousers, approving of her swollen breasts and flat stomach. She spread her legs open, the slit in her gown offering a buffet of alabaster flesh. He groaned. “I’d rather fuck.”
He lowered his mouth to her knee, slid her garter off, and kissed his way up her lean thigh. He could feel the warmth of her pussy as he drew closer, ached to taste her. Six weeks without being able to do a damn thing but kiss, and the occasional hand job, tortured him. He wanted to tease her, touch her. Bury himself inside of her.
When he laid a kiss against the satin dress, at the apex of her thighs, she came off the bed, her hands in his hair. He reveled in her sharp nails as they dug into his skull. The words she spoke next made his slit leak, and his balls scream.
“Then fuck me.”
He spread her legs open, ran his tongue through the drenched flesh, tasted her honey. “With pleasure,” he growled.
The End
About the Author
Currently, Teirney Medeiros lives in Savannah, Georgia with her very own soldier-husband, Sean, three cats, and her dog Ranger. She started writing when she was twelve and has never stopped, though only recently serious. She is a former military journalist, but her passion is romance writing and taking care of animals. She enjoys weaving stories that fill her with excitement. What’s next? Who knows, but she thinks it may be many more stories to come.
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