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by India Masters


  “What’s wrong, sweet pea?”

  She shook her head, nearly overcome. “Nothing’s wrong. I’m just so happy I hardly know what to do with it.”

  Wyatt gave her hand a tug and she met him halfway for a kiss. “Get used to it, Mrs. Brody.” He nodded toward her plate. “Now eat, you’re gonna need your strength.”

  Heat rose in her cheeks and she fanned herself. “You keep talking like that and I’m liable to forget I’m a lady,” she murmured as she picked up her fork.

  “That’s what I’m hoping for, darlin’.”

  As soon as the dinner plates were cleared, the waitstaff arrived with a small cake topped with an embracing bride and groom statuette. The cake was decorated with petal pink icing, dotted with tiny white roses, pale green leaves and bordered with matching iced cupcakes. Haley thought it was about the prettiest cake she’d ever seen.

  “Is it chocolate?” she asked hopefully.

  Wyatt laughed. “Would I order anything else?”

  Haley sighed. “You are the best husband ever.”

  Wyatt gave her a big, smacking kiss. “I hope you’ll remember that next time you’re mad at me.” He raised his eyebrows and polled the group, “Who wants cake?”

  Wyatt drew Haley to her feet and together they cut the cake. When he held a piece up for her, she wagged a finger at him.

  “If you smash that cake in my face and get this dress dirty you’ll be sorry, Wyatt Brody.” She followed her declaration with a deceptively sweet smile.

  “Now darlin’,” he said, tucking a napkin into the neckline of her dress. “Would I do that?” Then he promptly shoved half the cake into her mouth.

  It was difficult to chew and laugh at the same time but somehow Haley managed. She looked down at her beautiful dress, grateful to see it was spotless.

  “Your turn,” she said, and held a piece of cake to his lips. She leaned in close. “Be sure those cupcakes make it up to our suite, cowboy. I got myself a yen to smear you in icing and lick you clean.” Wyatt’s jaw dropped and she jammed it full of cake, prompting general applause from everyone in their section of the restaurant.

  With a good meal, cake and champagne under her belt, Haley leaned contentedly in the nook of Wyatt’s arm. Dooley and Maria had retired to their room a few moments ago and Holden and Wyatt were discussing the best way to merge the newlywed couple’s assets.

  “Which reminds me,” Holden said, pulling a sheaf of papers from his inside jacket pocket. “I’ve got that document you asked me to draft. I just need you two to sign it and I’ll file it when I get back to Junction.”

  The will.

  Damn if she wanted to think of the trouble they were facing when they returned home, but face it they would and the will was the first step. She and Wyatt had decided to make one another their sole beneficiaries. Furthermore, if anything happened to them both, the combined properties and bank accounts would go to a wildlife foundation with the stipulation that Dooley and Maria, along with their offspring, be allowed to live and work on the property in perpetuity. Her beloved horses would go to the Dooley family.

  It was a difficult decision to make. She would have left everything to Maria and Dooley if she hadn’t thought it would make them targets of her daddy’s wrath. Conner was apt to be disappointed, too, if anything really did happen to herself and Wyatt. But even if her pa hadn’t been waiting in the wings to swoop in like a buzzard, no way she would have left the ranch to Conner. He simply wasn’t responsible enough. She took the pen Wyatt held out to her, thinking that it was a sad state of affairs when a woman of twenty-five had to be worried about a will.

  “I hate that you have to make these decisions with the ink barely dried on your marriage certificate,” Holden said. But he showed them where to sign then tucked the document back inside his jacket. “We’ll let you kids go and get on with your honeymoon.”

  Haley and Wyatt walked the older couple to the elevator and accepted their congratulations. Holden gave Haley a hug.

  “Your Aunt Jack would have been proud of how you turned out, girl.” He hugged Wyatt, too. “Take care of her, son.”

  Wyatt nodded. “She’s a handful but I reckon I’m up to the task.” He bent and kissed Mrs. Petrie’s cheek. “Thanks for coming on such short notice.”

  Haley leaned against Wyatt as the elevator rose to their floor. Tucked against his chest, his arms circling her, she felt like nothing could ever hurt her again. Not Conner, not Rafe Winslow, not even her pa. When her husband had his arms around her, Texas and all their problems seemed a world away. He’d given her the most amazing day of her life and now they were about to start the first night of their married life. Tears of happiness filled her eyes.

  Wyatt turned her in his arms. “Hey now, are those tears?”

  Haley tipped her head up to gaze at his beautiful face. “I’m just so happy. I swear, I feel like the luckiest woman in the world. Thank you for today. I never expected this and it means more than I can say.”

  He cupped her cheek, tilting her head to kiss her, the velvet of his lips gentle against hers.

  “We’re gonna have a good life, sweet pea. We’ll fill our home with kids and dogs and more love and laughter than you ever thought possible.” The elevator chimed and the door slid open. They stepped out of the elevator and walked arm in arm down the hall to their suite. Wyatt pulled the key card from his jacket, handed it to her and swept her into his arms. “Unlock the door, darlin’, and let’s get a start on making babies.”

  Haley laughed and swiped the card. “I love you, Wyatt Brody.”

  “Well now, I’m glad to hear that seeing as how we just got married and all.”

  Carrying her across the threshold, he kicked the door shut and carried her across the room to the big bed that looked out over the Las Vegas Strip. When he set her on her feet, Haley removed the headband from her hair and tossed it on the built-in bedside stand, then helped him off with his jacket.

  “I have to say you look very handsome in a tux, cowboy, but I like what’s under it better.”

  Wyatt tugged at his tie. “Is that right?”

  She reached around behind her and tugged at the zipper on her expensive wedding dress. With a shrug, she let it slide from her body to puddle on the floor and smiled when her husband exhaled and fumbled with the buttons on his shirt. She’d purchased the sexy white French panty and bra set online after the first time she and Wyatt had made love, but life had gotten in the way and she’d never had the time to wear them. The sheer boy short panties were decorated with Italian lace. The matching bra cupped her breasts lovingly and she knew if she looked down she’d see her nipples jutting against the soft material. Gossamer thigh-high stockings clung to her legs.

  “Where in hell did you get that?” Wyatt said. He’d finally managed to get his shirt off and was sitting on a chair struggling with his boots.

  Haley knew just how to help him with that task. “I bought it a while back, I was saving it for a special occasion.” She smiled and sashayed over to him. “Need some help with your boots?”

  Wyatt grinned. “Sure, sweet pea.” He lifted his leg and she straddled it, bending over to give his boot a good tug. When he placed his other booted foot on her ass, she couldn’t help herself, she giggled. He pushed while she tugged and the boot came off. She stumbled a bit but Wyatt grabbed her hips, pulling her back until she was trapped between his open thighs.

  Haley shivered as Wyatt’s lips brushed across one full lobe.

  “You have one fine ass, Mrs. Brody.” Her breath caught as he used his teeth to tug her panties down to her thighs. His work-hardened hands stroked her sensitive flesh, gently lifting and parting her cheeks. He used his thumbs to caress her swollen cunt lips. “Mmm, so wet and hot. I can’t wait to get in there.”

  He turned her, nuzzled her belly, nipped her hipbone, then tugged her panties down to her ankles. “Put your foot up on the chair, honey.” She stepped out of the panties and put her foot on the cushion. “Better grab
onto my shoulders ‘cause I’m fixing to make you weak in the knees.”

  He hadn’t been kidding when he said he intended to make her weak in the knees. She’d never been with another man but Haley was pretty sure Wyatt was as skilled with a woman’s body as any man could be. His mouth, that wicked mouth, hovered just a breath away from her mesh-covered breasts. His tongue flicked out to moisten one nipple, which jutted against the see-through material like a heat-seeking missile. He gave her a nip and she was pretty sure she whimpered.

  “So pretty,” Wyatt murmured, then reached up and unhooked her bra. Her breasts spilled out and she nearly shouted with joy when he took her fully into his mouth. He suckled, then moved to the other breast and gave it the same attention. He nibbled, sucked and licked, tormenting her until her breast felt heavy with need.

  “I love your breasts.” He held her steady with one hand on her hip as the other skimmed up the soft flesh of her inner thigh. “And I love your pussy.”

  Haley moaned as he parted her slit, fingers seeking, teasing, driving every thought from her head except for one—the need to come. He pressed his thumb against her clit and stroked. She cried out when he probed her cunt. One finger, then two, eased inside her to fuck her slow and deep. Then his mouth began to feast on her breasts again, alternately tugging a nipple with his teeth, then drawing deeply.

  “Wyatt,” she gasped. “I’m gonna come. I want you inside me when I come.”

  He disciplined her with a sharp nip. “Oh, you’re gonna come with me inside you, honey, but right now I want you to come like this.”

  Her hips began to move with him as he pumped into her, swiping his thumb across her clit, increasing the pressure as she began to tremble. She didn’t know how much longer she could remain standing, she was shaking so hard. She put her other foot on the floor and widened her stance, going after her pleasure.

  “Come on, honey. Come for me now. Mmm, I wish you could see yourself, the way you look riding my fingers. I can’t wait to get my cock inside you. It’s gonna feel so good. You’re so hot and wet.”

  The dirty talk sent her over the edge. “Ah god!” she shouted. Her orgasm broke over her like a wave as Wyatt ground his palm against her clit. Her entire body shook and she sank to her knees as his hand slid from between her legs. She pressed her face against Wyatt’s belly as he stroked her hair. She clung to him, tethering herself to him as the trembling eased. When she could finally breathe again, she looked up, smiled and reached for his zipper. After all, turnabout was fair play.

  Chapter Twelve

  Wyatt closed his eyes when Haley opened his trousers and reached inside to caress him.

  “I think we need to get that other boot off, cowboy. I feel lonesome sitting here all hot and naked and you still half-dressed.”

  Wyatt opened his eyes, intrigued by a side of his wife he’d never seen before, fascinated with the way her bottom lip poked out in a pout. The little scamp was trying to seduce him and she was doing a good job.

  “Happy to oblige, ma’am.”

  She reached for his foot, pulled the boot off with no effort then tossed it aside. His socks came next and he sighed as she massaged each foot in turn. When he was completely relaxed, she flicked open the trouser button. Her fingers curled into the waistband of his pants and he automatically lifted his hips to allow her to slide them down his legs, silk boxers and all.

  Gentle hands smoothed over his legs, lingering over every scar, testing every muscle.

  “You’re a beautiful man, Wyatt Brody,” she said softly. “I like looking at you, touching you.”

  Her hands moved higher, stroking his flanks, her fingers brushing his scrotum before moving along. She scooted between his legs and leaned forward to kiss his belly. Wyatt groaned as her breasts skimmed his cock, settling over him as her tongue traced the line of dark hair leading to his chest.

  Wyatt resisted the urge to bury his hands in her hair and direct her mouth down to his aching shaft. She’d been a virgin the first time they’d made love and he hadn’t pressed her to go down on him in the months that followed. Haley had a hard enough time with intimacy and he hadn’t wanted to scare her away with some of his baser needs. He waited in anticipation to see what she would do next.

  Oh lord. Her body undulated against him, simulating sex as her breasts clasped him. Much more of that and he was liable to embarrass himself by coming like some green kid. He was just about to say something when she moved higher and her hot little mouth closed over a nipple and sucked.

  “Haley…honey,” he groaned when she moved to his other nipple.

  “Shhh,” she admonished. “I wanna touch you, Wyatt. I wanna taste you.” She ran her hands over his chest. “I love the way you feel…so hard and yet so soft.” She took his face in his hands and gently pressed her lips to his. “I love your mouth. The shape of it, the softness of your lips. The velvet of your tongue against mine when you kiss me sweetly. The thrust of it when you delve deep into my mouth like there’s nothing more in the world you wanna do than fuck me ‘til I scream.” Her tongue made a brief foray into his mouth, stroking softly as she slid her arms around his neck.

  He couldn’t hold back, he wrapped his arms around her and hauled her against him, skin to skin, and ravaged her mouth with a fuck-me kiss. She shuddered in his arms, moaning as he took control, tasting her with deep, hungry thrusts of his tongue. They were both gasping when she wrenched her mouth from his and kissed her way hungrily down his trembling body.

  The first swipe of her tongue over the head of his cock nearly made him come. Her mouth closed over him and he had the urge to promise her the moon if only she’d never stop. Her touch was magic as she explored his cock with hands, mouth and tongue. Her fingers teased his balls and he scooted closer to the edge of the chair to give her access. She took his balls in her hand and pulled them down, away from his cock and he uttered a shout of pleasurable surprise.

  “Holy god, woman,” he gasped, then thrust upward as her mouth settled over him for some serious sucking.

  Where the fuck had she learned to give head like that? He wasn’t inexperienced by any stretch of the imagination but he’d never had a woman suck him with this much enthusiasm. It was as if she had to map out every vein, every bulge, licking, probing, tasting until he thought he’d lose his mind. Until she drew her lips into a taut circle, fisted her hand around the base of his shaft and started to draw on him with single-minded intent.

  “Jesus, Mary and Joseph,” Wyatt shouted, thrusting his hips, fucking her mouth with more vigor than he’d intended. He wanted to reach for her, haul her onto his lap, impale her on his cock and fuck her senseless. “Need to get inside you before I come.”

  “Hmmm…” she hummed, then shook her head and quickened the pace, her fisted hand pumping his dick.

  “Woman…when I get…over this…I’m gonna…ah, jeez…fuck yooouu—”

  His body arched and he came in a rush, emptying his balls in his wife’s hot little mouth. She swallowed, greedily milking every drop of semen from his body. She looked up at him and licked her lips before wrapping her arms around his waist.

  “Damn, sweet pea,” he said weakly. She snorted a laugh against his belly and he lost it, laughing along with her. “I do believe I’m speechless.”

  “I’ll remember that the next time you’re yelling at me. In fact, I may get you to yell at me just so I can do it again.”

  Wyatt drew her onto his lap and snuggled her close. “Trust me, darlin’, you’re free to do that anytime you want.” He stood, holding her against his chest, and traversed the few feet to the bed. “I’m gonna need a little recovery time, honey, but as soon I get my strength back you are in for a hard ride.”

  * * * * *

  Wyatt woke a few hours later to find Haley standing naked before the huge windows, looking out over the darkened city skyline. He couldn’t help but admire the way she looked—the sweep of long hair, the curve of her waist, the jut of her hips, the perfection of her heart-s
haped ass. He wanted her as urgently now as he had before they’d fallen asleep. Figured he’d want her just as fiercely thirty years from now. He rose from the bed and went to her, wrapping his arms around her.

  Her head tipped to the side as he kissed her neck and he saw her smile reflected in the window.

  “Do you have any idea how hot you look, standing naked in front of this window?” He slid his hand to her belly in a soft caress. “I think I’d like to fuck you right here.” Her breath hitched and he cupped her mound, his middle finger gliding between her pussy lips. Her head fell back against his shoulder as she gave herself over to his ministrations. “Mmm. So hot and wet for me already.” His free hand cupped her right breast and he tormented her nipple between his thumb and forefinger. “Remember what I said when you were sucking my cock?” A soft sigh escaped her as he gently probed her with his finger. “I said I was gonna fuck you. What I never got the chance to say is that I was gonna fuck you until you screamed. Until you begged me to make you come.” He found her clit again, coated it in her warm cream, and set her on the path to begging. “Can you feel my cock against your pretty little bottom, honey? Feel how hard it is, how much it wants to fill you? I want you to close your eyes and feel my hands on you. Feel my fingers filling you, fucking you. I’m gonna make you come with my hands, then I’m gonna bend you over and fuck you ‘til you come again.”

  She was moaning loudly now, hunching against his thrusting fingers. He kissed her neck, her shoulders, whispered to her all the hot and wild things he wanted to do to her. “Two more days, honey. By the time we leave this room, there won’t be any doubt in your mind that you belong to me.”

 

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