Buttons and Pain (Buttons 3)

“Very well, Your Grace.” Lars finally walked down the hallway.

Button ran her hand up my naked chest. “Make it quick. Your fiancé is waiting.” The playfulness burned in her eyes as she stroked my chest with her fingertips.

I kissed her and pulled her bottom lip into my mouth. I gave her a gentle nip before I pulled away. “I won’t keep you waiting long. But you better not start without me.” I pulled on a pair of jeans that were sitting on the floor and a t-shirt.

She pulled the blanket further over her shoulder and laid back on the pillow. “I can’t promise anything…”

My cock stirred in my jeans at the thought of her touching herself and waiting for me to return. I’d already fucked her countless times today but I couldn’t get enough. My dick was about to break off but that didn’t stop me.

I left the bedroom and ventured downstairs to the entryway. Cane was sitting on the couch with a glass of scotch in hand. Appetizers that Lars prepared sat on the table along with a few coasters. I told Lars not to bother when it came to Cane but he did it anyway. “What do you want?”

Cane downed the rest of his glass before he stood up. “For a guy who just got engaged, you’re awfully cranky.”

“I said, what do you want?”

“What do you mean?” he snapped. “How did it go?”

“How did what go?” I asked.

“Uh, the proposal? What else could I be talking about?”

Cane was so nosey he could easily be our mother. “She said yes—obviously. Why else would I be upstairs having sex with her all day, every day?”

“So she liked the ring?”

“She loved it.” I sat on the opposite couch and rested my ankle on the opposite knee.

Cane took a seat across from me. “Want to know something funny?”

No. I just wanted him to leave.

“The day we left to go get the ring, she said the two of you would never get married.”

Both of my eyebrows rose. “Really?”

“Well, she said you weren’t the marriage type. I had to stop myself from laughing right in her face.”

“At least I caught her by surprise.”

“So.” He rubbed his palms together. “When’s the wedding?”

“Not sure. We haven’t talked about it. It’ll probably be in the vineyard or something. Something small.”

“I’ll be the best man, right?”

Hell no. “We won’t be doing that. We’ll just get hitched and sign the paperwork. Then we’ll go on a nice honeymoon.”

“Uh…aren’t you forgetting something?”

If he thought he was coming along, he was sadly mistaken.

“What about Bones? Isn’t taking him out our priority?”

“Yes. But I’m only going to have a honeymoon once, Cane. You can keep working while I’m gone.”

“Just don’t make it too long. You don’t want someone to see you abroad and tell Bones about it. You’ll be vulnerable and alone.”

“We’ll probably be inside all day anyway.” Button and I preferred to explore each other than our surroundings.

Cane winked. “I feel ya.”

I rose to my feet again and dismissed the conversation. “If we’re done, I have somewhere to be.”

“Oh, I bet you do.”

As I walked around the couch behind him I smacked him across the back of the head with my palm.

“Ouch.” He leaned forward and rubbed his head. “What the hell was that for?”

“That was my polite way of asking you to leave.”

***

Her ass hung over the bed and my face was pressed between her legs. I kissed her clitoris and sucked it vigorously into my mouth until she screamed my name. She had the sweetest pussy and the most arousing scent. I could eat her pussy all day—and for the rest of my life.

When she finished I rose from my knees and leaned over her. With cheeks red and warm, she looked like she’d been thoroughly satisfied for the night. No matter how many times I pleased her she always wanted more. But maybe she finally reached her limit for the night.

“Want to marry me tomorrow?”

She froze at the question, her eyes wide with surprise. “What?”

“You and me outside in the vineyards. I can have a priest come from the next town and marry us.”

“Really?” She held herself up on her elbows. The satisfaction slowly faded from her chees as she looked at me.

“Why wait?” We never talked about it, but I assumed we wouldn’t have a traditional wedding with guests and a feast. I figured it would just be the two of us with Lars and Cane. Something simple.

“But I don’t have a dress.”

“I’ll take you to Rome.”

“But you can’t see the dress. Maybe Italians do it differently, but in America it’s bad luck.”

“Well, you aren’t in America,” I reminded her. “And I won’t go into the shop with you. I’ll just stand guard outside. I feel more comfortable going with you than letting someone else keep an eye on you.”