Take the Bride (The Knight Brothers 1.5)

He didn’t hesitate, pause, or think. He swung her into his arms and headed straight for the bedroom, laying her down on his California-king-size bed. For the wife, the kids, and the massive dog he wanted.

The things it appeared, now, he was going to get.

He came down beside her, pulling her into his arms. “Jesus, you know how to nearly drive a guy to insanity. I died a little inside, knowing you were with him.”

She slid her hand over his cheek. “I needed to clear the way for us.”

“When did you decide there would be an us?” Because as far as he knew, even earlier today, she was hesitant.

“My brothers came to see me when you went out to get scissors. We all talked. And they convinced me you weren’t going anywhere this time. And in my heart, I know we’re meant to be.”

He let out the breath he’d been holding, probably since interrupting her wedding.

She was his.

All fucking his.

She leaned over and pressed her lips to his. With a groan, he came over her, his mouth sealed against hers. He slid his tongue into the depths, possessing her, devouring her, staking a claim that would last forever.

Stripping off their clothes while kissing and laughing wasn’t easy but they managed, coming together again, skin against skin. He glided his hands up from her waist, his thumbs brushing the undersides of her breasts.

She moaned at the light touch and he dipped his head, pulling a nipple into his mouth. Her fingers came back to his hair, holding him to her as he licked, nipped, and laved at the distended peak before switching breasts and giving the same attention to the other side.

He lifted his head, looking into those eyes he loved, before raising himself up. He grasped his cock in one hand and slid it over her damp sex. She sucked in a shallow breath, and he did it again, gliding the head over her clit until she arched her hips, seeking harder, deeper contact.

He couldn’t wait to be inside her and poised himself at her entrance. Their gazes held as he pushed into her. She locked her arms around his neck, her stare never leaving his, and as he thrust deep, he knew she was with him one hundred percent, finally giving him all of her.

“Mine,” he said, groaning, taking her for the first time with total awareness of what they were to each other.

What they would be.

Forever.

* * * *

Later, when they were both sated, multiple times over, they lay entwined together. Sierra glanced up at the ceiling, noting the skylight above them for the first time.

“You didn’t tell me your house was like the Paradise Cove suite,” she said, laughing against his chest.

She hadn’t yet seen the rest of the house, but the warmth of this room, the vaulted ceilings, the wood… She was in love.

“I didn’t even think about it, to be honest. This one has a shade that works on a remote control. I can shut it at night so the sun doesn’t wake me in the morning,” he said.

“Oh, nice,” she murmured. “So close it now so we don’t get woken up at dawn,” she said on a yawn.

“You’re staying?”

She heard the hope in his voice and knew she’d have to work hard to convince him she was here and all in. “Are you kicking me out?” she asked, glancing up at him with a fake pout on her lips.

“Never,” he said, reaching for the remote on the nightstand and shutting the shade.

The next morning, Sierra woke Ryder with her mouth around his hard-as-a-rock erection. She had no intention of being told no this time. She was going to take him all the way to the end. She sucked him down until he hit the back of her throat.

He groaned and began to pump his hips, back and forth, until she knew he was close. And if she hadn’t sensed it, his tap on her head would have told her. She shook her head, then went about ignoring him until he came with a shout, spilling himself down her throat.

Satisfied now, she rose and slid up beside him, a grin on her face. “Good morning.”

“I told you I like coming inside my pussy.”

She shook her head, blushing and laughing at him. “It’s better for you to get used to it now.”

“Get used to what?” He pushed himself up in bed, his hair messed and sexy, just how she liked it.

“That you won’t always get your way.” She shrugged. “Just a warning. I’ve been too easy on you until now.”

He tilted his head back and chuckled. “Okay, sweetheart. Consider me warned. So how did you sleep?”

“Amazingly good.” The best sleep she’d had in forever, she thought, snuggling into him.

“So when are you moving in?” he asked.

“What?” She sat upright in bed.