“Wow,” I said, looking her over.
She lifted her arms until her head was resting on her hands and bent her knee, making her dress slip all the way up her thigh.
“It’s about time you noticed,” she said smugly, relaxing back against the bed.
“Oh, I noticed,” I mumbled, dropping my cut on the floor.
Usually I was more careful with the leather when I took it off, but I couldn’t look away from her long enough to find somewhere to set it down. There was something about the fact she was my wife that made her infinitely more attractive. I hadn’t even known it was possible to want her more than I already had. I thought about her constantly, no matter what I was doing, but when we’d been saying our vows, something had shifted.
I’d already claimed her at the club, but this was different. What had seemed like just a piece of paper before had somehow solidified into something way bigger and way more important than that. She was mine. She could leave me at any time, walk away and never look back, but the fact would remain that at some point I had been her husband. She’d stood up before a group of people, her parents and mine, and made that commitment to me.
And I’d made that commitment, too.
I knew without a doubt, no matter what happened or how things played out, I’d always keep that promise. She could always depend on me. Even if she left. Even if down the road we decided we couldn’t do it anymore. If she needed something, I’d do my damnedest to make it happen. Always.
“You’re staring,” she said softly, pushing herself up on her elbows.
“You’re my wife,” I replied, just as quiet.
I unbuttoned my shirt as I watched her, taking in the rise and fall of her chest and the way she fluttered her feet to kick off the flip flops she’d worn under her dress.
“You’re my husband,” she replied with a huge grin.
I shrugged my shirt off my shoulders, and felt my chest puff out a bit at the way her eyes followed the movement, her head tilting to the side just a little, like she was trying to see me from every angle. Then as I was unbuckling my belt, her eyes dropped, and her tongue swept along her bottom lip… and I was done. What little reserve I’d had disappeared and within seconds my jeans and boxers were around my ankles while I tried like hell to get my boots off.
Heather giggled as I lost my balance and fell sideways onto the bed with a curse.
“Need some help?” she chirped, grabbing handfuls of her dress and hiking it up so she could crawl on top of me.
I rolled to my back and groaned as she lowered herself onto me, her pussy rubbing against my stomach.
“You got nothin’ on under that?” I asked in surprise. I dropped my head to the bed as I gave up on my boots and reached for her instead.
“Nope,” she answered, rolling her hips just once. “I figured if I wasn’t wearing a bra, I might as well make it a matched set.”
“You stood up there in front of the entire damn club and said wedding vows with nothin’ on underneath your dress?” I slid my hands under her dress, and ran my fingers over her ass.
“Yep.”
“I think I might love you,” I said, staring up at her smiling face. I froze for a second, pissed that I’d blurted that shit out, but her grin didn’t even flicker.
“Of course you do,” she said, bouncing a little. “Everyone loves me.”
We ended up fucking right there, with my pants around my ankles, boots pressed firmly against the floor and her wedding dress sliding over my skin as she rode me.
* * *
“What about medical insurance?” I asked as I flipped on my blinker.
We’d woken up that morning—yeah, we’d eventually slept—and as soon as we’d checked out of the hotel we’d started going over shit that we probably should have figured out before we’d gotten married. Things like where we’d live, how we’d split expenses, if we wanted a joint bank account or not, and finally insurance.
“I’m on my parents’ plan.”
“Don’t think you can do that once you’re married,” I pointed out, glancing at her. “I’ll put you on mine. We’ve got full coverage.”
She laughed.
“What?”
“You guys have full medical coverage?” she asked through her giggling.
“Yeah, dental, too.”
She laughed even harder.
“It’s a fuckin’ business,” I explained, shaking my head. “The garage has health benefits for the employees—would you knock it off?”
“Sorry,” she gasped, trying to hold a straight face. “Sorry.”
“You’re gonna be happy for it, next time you get a cavity,” I mumbled, making her snort.
“I’ve got awesome teeth,” she informed me, opening her mouth as wide as she could. “See?”