“Tonight is about nothing but us.” He wraps his arms around me and pulls me close. He tugs on my bottom lip with his mouth. “And if I’m not mistaken, we have a marriage to consummate.”
“Yes. I believe you’re right.”
He taps me on my bottom so I move off his lap to my seat. I straighten my dress while he lowers the window. “Sterling. Please take my wife and I to The Peabody Hotel.”
Memphis isn’t Edinburgh. It’s not spilling over with luxury hotels but The Peabody is a perfect place to spend our wedding night. It’s classic southern elegance at its best.
Sin opens the door and follows me into the living room of the presidential suite. “Oh wow. This is beautiful.”
“You’ve never been inside?”
“No. I’ve lived in Memphis my whole life but I’ve never been any farther than the lobby and convention hall.”
“They offer a Romeo and Juliet suite but this one is better.” He takes his jacket off and tosses it across the arm of the sofa. “It came highly recommended by your sister as well as the Brazilian steakhouse on the corner.”
“Ellison loves that place.”
“You don’t?”
“I like the food but I got sick both times I ate there. In their defense, it was probably my meds causing me to feel nauseated, rather than the food.”
He looks a little miffed. “You’ve not seen a doctor about that yet?”
“I did but she said the benefits of the medication outweigh the side effects. She increased my dosage.” And it’s made my nausea much worse.
“What are the benefits?”
“It helps my body use insulin, which reduces my risk of developing diabetes.”
He’s frowning. “I don’t like this. You’re going to be evaluated by another doctor as soon as we’re back in Edinburgh.”
I suppose a second opinion won’t hurt.
He takes my hand. “Come. I want to have a look at where we’re going to consummate this marriage.”
He leads me up the staircase. We stand just inside the bedroom doorway. “Not bad.”
Not bad, hell. It’s gorgeous. Wall-to-wall luxury in tones of aqua and chocolate. The lavish bed linens are calling out to me. “Come. Lie in splendor. Your husband can join us too.”
“They left something for us.” I walk over and peek inside the basket and ice bucket. “Mmm… champagne and chocolate-covered strawberries.”
“Do you want to have them now or wait until later?”
“I don’t know. I suppose it depends on what you have planned for us.”
“Hmm… it’s technically our wedding afternoon and not yet our wedding night.”
I hope he’s not suggesting we postpone this until later. “Is there a rule that says a husband has to wait until sundown to have his wife for the first time?”
“No, but I don’t want to ruin any ideas or dreams you might have about the things you expect.”
I go to him and slide my hands over his shoulders. “The only expectations I have are us in that bed together with you inside of me as soon as possible. That’s it. All the other stuff is variable.”
He glides his nose down the side of my neck. “Do you want to slip into the wedding-night attire you wouldn’t let me choose?”
“I’ll need my bag. Would you mind bringing it up?”
“It would be my pleasure, Mrs. Breckenridge.”
He’s back so quickly I almost wonder if he sprinted. “That was fast.”
“An anxious husband wastes no time stopping to admire the wall color.”
I take my bag from him. “I won’t be long.”
“See that you aren’t.”
I went with an ivory lace baby-doll top and matching G-string for tonight. I adore the lace pattern and satin ribbon sash below the bust. It’s very bridal yet has the innocent undertone my husband loves so much.
I’m certain I’ve made the right lingerie choice when Sin sees me for the first time. “Bonny Bleu. I swear I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.”
I strike a sexy pose with a hand on my hip. “Then my husband approves?”
“Aye. One hundred percent.”
His chocolate eyes never leave mine as I narrow the distance between us. What I see there tells me it doesn’t matter how many times we’ve had sex in the past. Tonight is going to be different; it’s about a husband taking his wife for the first time.
He pushes my hair away from my shoulder and slides the strap of my top down my arm. He presses a kiss against my bare skin. “I can’t believe you’re mine forever.”
I loosen the knot of his tie. “Yours forever. I like the sound of that.”
I slip his tie over his head and begin on his shirt. He works on his cufflinks as I unfasten the front. When it’s open, I place my hands on his pecs and push the shirt away.
I love his body—fit without being overly muscular. I’m not the least bit attracted to meatheads.
He pulls me close and possesses my mouth while forcing us to turn in a half circle. We trade places so the backs of my legs are pressed against the bed. He’s choosing to be on top. Fine by me.
I sit on the edge of the bed. I hold him hostage between my parted thighs as I unfasten his trousers. I lower the zipper and push his pants and boxer briefs away so he’s freed.
I drag my nails over his hipbones, down his upper thighs. I kiss his chest before scooting backward. I spread my legs wide so he can sit between them to remove his prosthesis.
I shift closer and wrap my hands around his waist from behind as he removes his shoes, pants, and lower extremity. I run my palms over his abs while kissing the upper muscles of his back. My hand drifts lower and I can’t resist grasping his hard cock.
“Whoa. Someone is anxious.”
“Hmm… judging by how hard you are, I’d say it’s you.”
“Judging by the grasp you have on me, I’d say it’s you.”
“I won’t argue with that.”
He turns and crawls over me. He owns my mouth again but this time, it’s much softer and slower. “Be prepared. I’m going to take you all night long—over and over until we’re so physically drained, it’s impossible to do it again.”
“I dare you.”
He pushes my top up and kisses down my stomach. He slips his finger into the elastic waistband of my G-string and pulls it downward. “As much as I like this on you, I love what’s underneath more.”
I lift my hips and he drags my panties down my legs. He gets to my feet and pulls the G-string over my heels one at a time. “I love that you’ve left your wedding shoes on. It’s very sexy.”
My heels were the most bridal thing about my wedding attire today. I thought it was a nice touch to go all out on them since my dress was so simple. They’re covered in rhinestones and pearls—certainly the sexiest heels I’ve ever worn.
Sin pushes my top up and over my head, tossing it aside. His mouth goes straight for one of my breasts. He sucks my nipple, causing it to become hard. He circles it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth again.
His palm finds my other breast. He uses his thumb to rub the pink area around my nipple, mimicking what his tongue is doing to the other one. It, too, hardens.
His mouth moves up my chest to my neck and then hovers over my ear. The warmth of his breath sends chills down my body.
He positions himself at my entrance and I wrap my legs around his waist. He slowly pushes himself inside me and groans. “Ohh, you feel so good. Every time.”
He’s moving inside me slowly. Sweetly. Deliberately.
He pushes my arms over my head. His hands find mine and he laces our fingers together. He squeezes them tightly. “Into me… you see.”
Those words replace “I love you” and have somehow come to mean so much more. “Into me… you see.”
I squeeze my legs tighter as he pumps in and out. He releases one of my hands and moves it between my legs. I loosen my grip around his waist so he’s able to reach me better.
He presses his fingers above our union and uses the tips to stroke my clit. “Does that feel good?”
I adjust my hips so his erection strokes my G-spot on the inside and his fingers rub my clit in the perfect position. “Yesss.”
“Good. I want you to come with me.”
“Keep this up and I will. Soon.”
I know he’s close to orgasm because his grip on my hand is tightening. His breath is faster and heavier on my neck.
The tension inside my lower body builds. A series of rhythmic contractions begin, clutching Sin’s cock inside me. “Ohh, I feel you coming, Bonny. It feels like you’re grasping me inside you.”
My climax is the onset for his.
He moves his hand to the top of my head to hold me in place. He thrusts deeply inside me as I come hard around him. He goes lax after he has emptied himself inside me. Nothing in the world makes me feel closer to him.
This is the first of many times he’ll take me tonight. And yes, it feels different having him as my husband. The physical act itself is the same but our connection has changed. It’s much deeper.
The best ever. Now I know what that truly means.
Chapter 8
Sinclair Breckenridge
Bleu and I had the gift of an uninterrupted wedding night. That all changed the following morning when she got the call about Harry’s decline. Ellison was right. Harold MacAllister’s end is nearing.
I’ve never been with a person during his or her last days—at least not someone dying from an illness. I’ve been with plenty of brothers who’ve passed from the aftermath of violence. But what’s happening with Harry is different. He’s dying a slow death. I can’t help but think it must be better to be taken out quickly.
Is he afraid? I was both times I almost died. I’m not ashamed to admit that. But the second time was more frightening because of Bonny. I was terrified of what might happen to my lass if I left her.
Harry has been my father-in-law for a week. Bleu and I have spent every day—and some nights—with him at the hospice center. I’ve made our time together count. I’ve come to know him well in those seven days—probably better than I know a lot of my own brothers within The Fellowship.
I like Harry a lot. And I suspect he likes me as well.
Harry entertains me with stories of his undercover days. Bleu rolls her eyes each time he tells a tale. I’m sure she’s heard them more times than she’d like.
“I feel like having some chocolate cake, girlie girl. Would you care to go down to the cafeteria and get a piece for me?”
Bleu’s eyes light up. She’s been so upset since Harry began refusing food. “Absolutely.”
Harry’s appetite has become nonexistent. His taste buds are completely shot—an unfortunate side effect of the cancer. He no longer eats enough to nourish a bird. “Want me to go down with you?”
“Stay, Sinclair. You can keep me company while Bleu is gone.”
I’m expecting Harry to begin his next great tale the minute Bleu is out the door. But he doesn’t. “I sent Bleu away because I need to speak to you privately.”
“Okay.” I’m curious about what’s on Harry’s mind since we’ve already had the talk about how I’m going to take care of his daughters after he’s gone.
“I don’t have much longer. I can feel it coming.”
I can pretend I don’t have a clue what he’s talking about. I can encourage him but I have more respect than that for my father-in-law. “We know.”
“I hide the misery because I don’t want my girls to know the extent. But I’m in agony, Sinclair. The medication doesn’t touch the pain anymore and my doctor won’t increase it. He says a higher dosage will kill me. Ironic, right?”
He’s doing a good job hiding the truth. But I guess he should. That’s what he made a career of. “I’m sorry. I had no idea.”
“I’m in congestive heart failure. It’s a complication of the cancer. My lungs are filling with fluid faster than they can pull it off. I’m slowly drowning on my own fluids. You can’t possibly imagine what it’s like to be lying here slowly suffocating. And that’s what’s gonna get me. It won’t even be the fucking cancer.”
There has to be something that can be done. “I can have the best doctors brought here immediately.”
“No. That’s not what I want—or what I’m going to ask of you. I don’t want to prolong this.”
“What do you need?”
He sighs. “I know you, Sinclair. I’ve watched you for years and I know the things you’ve done. And still do. You aren’t afraid to end a life.”
No. He can’t possibly be asking me what I think is coming next.
“I wouldn’t ask if I weren’t desperate for your help. Please. Put me out of my misery. Help me die with dignity.”
What he’s asking for is a mercy kill—assisted suicide. Not something I do. “I eliminate those who deserve to die. They’re terrible people who do dreadful things.”
“We all deserve to die. It’s just a matter of when and how. I choose now and in a dignified manner. Not lying in this bed pissing in a bag and shitting in diapers someone else has to change for me because I’m too weak to wipe my own ass.”
“I’ve never killed an innocent person.”
“Then don’t think of it as ending my life. Consider it the finale of my misery.”
Bonny will never approve. “Bleu won’t want this for you.”
“Hence the reason I’m asking you and not her.”
“She’ll never forgive me if I do this.”
“Or me, and that’s why it would be a secret only we would share. I don’t want my girls to know I chose to go out that way.”
I can’t keep a secret like this from my wife. “I’m sorry, Harry. I can’t do it.”
“I realize this is huge. You need time to think about it so don’t give me an answer now.”
He has my final answer. “No. I’m telling you now I can’t do it. There won’t be any thinking about it.”
Bleu comes into the room carrying a container of chocolate cake in each hand. “One for now and one for later, just in case.”
“Oh, girlie girl,” he sighs. “I’m afraid my craving has passed. I’m sorry I sent you for it.”
Sadness spreads over Bleu’s face. “It’s okay, Dad. We’ll be prepared when your craving comes back.”
I can’t look at Harry right now. “I’m going to step out and make some calls home.”
“Tell Thane and Isobel I said hello.”
“I will.”
I’m consumed by my father-in-law’s request. It’s all I’ve thought about all day.
Harry isn’t simply dying. He’s a victim of a slow, agonizing death. The end is in sight, almost within his reach, yet so far away.
I hate what Harry’s experiencing but how can I possibly kill my father-in-law? I can’t. It isn’t right. Even I know that.
Bleu opens the bathroom door and the scent of her shower gel invades the bedroom. She stands in the doorway giving me a view of how she looks in one of her new satin gowns. “Like?”
“Love. You look beautiful.”
She comes to bed and crawls over me. Her mouth roams my neck. And chest. And stomach. It’s making its way below my waistband. “Mmm… I love my hot, Scottish husband.”
She stops when I don’t lift up for her to pull down my sleep pants. “What’s wrong?”
How do I say this without alerting her to how poor her father’s prognosis is? “Nothing is wrong. It was a long day with Harry and I’m having a difficult time getting him off my mind. It sort of makes it impossible to get it up when your father is in my head.”
She rolls off me.
“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to ruin the mood.”
“It’s okay. His condition is a lot to take. Trust me. I get it.”
“How much longer do you think he has?”
“It’s getting close,” she says quietly.
“How do you know?”
“I went t
hrough this with Julia, my adoptive mom. I recognize the signs but he’s hiding them from us.”
Does she know? “What do you mean?”
“He’s in pain. I can tell. But he isn’t admitting it because he thinks he’s protecting us.” She’s crying. “I don’t want him to suffer. I’d do anything to take it away for him but there’s nothing I can do.”
She’s sobbing. I usually tell her to stop because I can’t stand it but it seems a selfish thing to say right now. This isn’t about me. If she needs a good cry, then she just does.
I pull her into my arms. “Cry all you want. Kick if you need to. Scream as much and as loud as you like. Do whatever you need to do. No one is here but us.”
“It feels like there’s an elephant sitting on my chest. I can’t breathe. I can’t catch my breath.” She’s sobbing harder. She scoots away and I feel her leave the bed.
I get up and turn on the bedroom light. She’s standing in the corner of the room with that same wild look in her eye—like a scared animal ready to flee. “You’re breathing fine. You just need to slow it down so you don’t hyperventilate.”
She’s frantically fanning her face with her hands. “I’m burning up. I can’t breathe when I’m hot.”
I grab the closest thing I can find and use it to fan her.
“My hands are tingling. I think I’m gonna pass out.”
“You’re hyperventilating. Slow your breathing. Do it with me.” I’m afraid touching her might worsen it, so I stand before her and breathe in and out slowly, making the motions with my hands. “Do it with me, Bonny.”
She’s wide-eyed and trembling. She places two fingers against her carotid. “My heart’s beating too fast.”
Shit. What is happening? “Do I need to call for help?”
“No. It’ll pass but I need time.”
It feels like an eternity before she begins to come down from whatever the hell just happened. “It’s going away.”
She moves toward the bed. I sit next to her. “What was that?”
“Panic attack.”
“How do you know for sure?”
“I’ve been having them since I was seven. They started after my mom’s murder.”
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