Cap, Royce, and Victoria step from the cabin, while Mac, Chloe, and Bass walk up from where they just set up some chairs for our fire tomorrow morning – they don’t get us tonight.
“You were stressin’ out,” Victoria teases.
“Fuck off.” I flip her off, not letting my smile free. “But for real though, how do normal people not jump off cliffs on a daily basis?”
Everyone chuckles.
“It’s called nerves, Raven,” Chloe says. “And normal people have been getting them since they learned to walk, so we’re well versed in how to handle them.”
“Please.” Victoria rolls her eyes. “Everyone knows you pop a Xanax before all your routines.”
“Excuse me, but I—”
“I think we’re ready to turn in,” Mac interrupts the two, stepping forward to give everyone one of their bro shakes.
He smiles when he gets to us. “Congrats, guys. Thanks for lettin’ me be here.”
“Yeah, man,” Maddoc says. “Thanks for giving us your cabin for the night.”
“Of course.” Mac grins. “We’ve got Chloe’s.”
Chloe winks and the two walk off, climbing into Mac’s Jeep.
“I’m going in too, I need to get off my fucking feet, call Zoey before she goes to bed,” Cap announces before he steps forward with a soft smile.
I nod and am about to move forward to hug him, but Maddoc’s grip on me tightens, so I stay planted.
He steps to me, kisses my temple then clamps a hand on his brother’s shoulder before walking to the door, but he only stands there with the handle in his grip, eyes on Victoria.
“What?” she asks.
His eyes narrow, but I’m not sure it’s enough for her to notice. “You planning on coming in, or you waiting for an invite to the party?”
She looks around, confused. “What party?”
Royce chuckles, glancing to Mac who nods to him and turns back to us with a grin. “Sorry, VicVee. This is a party for three. I’m going to play with the wannabe princess and her Mac daddy.” He waggles his brows, slaps Maddoc’s back and rushes off.
We stare as he lifts a wide-eyed Chloe from the passenger seat, slides in then spins her, placing her on his lap in a straddling position.
Her head snaps to Mac, obviously unaware of the third-party member, but when Mac leans over, kissing her as he revs the engine, she settles in.
“Wow,” Victoria deadpans.
“Yeah,” I sigh with a grin. “No shame.”
Maddoc’s silent chuckle shakes against my back and Vee sighs.
“I... guess I better go in before he locks me out,” she mumbles where Cap can’t hear.
“I bolted all the bedroom doors, so you have to either sleep in Cap’s bed or on the couch.”
Cap shakes his head while Victoria’s glare flies to mine.
“I’m kidding.” I laugh. “Last room on the right is for you. You have your own bathroom and everything, so you don’t even have to come out until morning if you don’t want.”
She nods, walking for the door and slipping past Captain, leaving me and Maddoc alone.
He inhales deeply, dropping his cheek to mine. “You’re in so much trouble,” he rasps. “So much trouble, but it’s gonna have to wait, because it’s been too long since I had you. So, baby, turn around and jump on me. Let me take you to bed.”
I spin in his arms, my eyes flying to his, my breath hitching at the desire in his.
We haven’t touched more than we did five seconds ago in weeks, and when the reverend said you may kiss the bride, he turned me around, blocked me from view and barely grazed his breath across my mouth, so technically, we haven’t even sealed our marriage yet.
He’s holding it in, waiting to get me alone so he can take.
The thing about Big Man, about my man, though, is he takes just as much as he gives, and it just so happens I want it all.
I jump, wrapping my legs around him with ease.
His hands come down, sliding under my ass cheeks and he starts walking forward.
Not once does he take his eyes off mine, walking me blindly to the cabin a few spaces over and through the door, but he doesn’t even attempt a bedroom.
He spins so fast, leaving the door hanging wide open and plants my back against the wall.
His hips cage me in, so his hands are free, and both trail slowly up my ribs and chest, until his thumbs meet my lips.
He glares at my mouth, angry lines forming between his brows, and his body moves closer, no space for air left between us. His head lowers and tilts, but when he’s a hair’s space away, his eyes flash to mine.
“You’re mine.”
“Yeah, Big Man. I am.”
“Show me.”
I don’t hesitate.
I drop my lips to his, and he pushes back just as hard, just as punishing.
His hands slide up my thighs, taking my dress with them, until he can slide his fingers under the strap of my thong. He grips my ass tight, grinding me against him.