Built Over Time (Middleton Hotels 4)

“I’m the only man’s name you scream, kitten,” he growled, lifting my ass a bit and spanking me.

“Bryce, only you, ever,” I moaned, loving the possessive side to him.

“Yes, kitten.” He lifted my legs from his waist, then pulled out for a moment before tossing me on my belly. I wasn’t on all fours, instead he picked up my thighs with my knees in the crook of his arms as he pushed back in. Taking me from behind was even deeper. It felt as if every stroke was going to pierce my stomach and I loved it.

“Oh shit, give it to me, Bryce.”

He grunted, then thrust a few more times before spilling his cum in my womb. Fuck me, this man had kinky thoughts running through his head. I was in for a world full of fun in the future.

“Sorry, don’t know what got in me, but I’ve thought about fucking you hard and fast like that,” he apologized, leaning down with his chin resting at my shoulder.

I turned my head slightly. “I liked it. I want you to dominate me in bed. I love feeling your strong body on mine.”

“Always, princess. I love you, Harper. I have for much longer than I should.”

“I love you, Bryce, even before I understood what I was feeling.”

“Nap time.” He lifted me to the middle of the bed, where we spent the rest of the day cuddling. Just like I’d dreamed of.

Chapter 12

Bryce

Harper was right. This was perfect setting for our wedding. I looked at the water, loving that she wanted to have the ceremony where we met. All those years and this place still held a spot in our hearts. There was a surprisingly large gathering for such short notice. The flight from Dallas to Reese was only two and a half hours, so many of the guests were able to fly in this morning. When my parents were my age, flying here would have taken over four hours. My eyes scanned the crowd as I heard my father whisper to the officiant. I couldn’t make out what he was saying, but I could feel their eyes on me.

“Are you okay, son?”

“Yes, Dad. I’m just looking for trouble in the crowd.”

“Bryce, I brought in the best and your people are here. Besides, she was picked up this morning and taken into custody to await federal charges.”

“I know, but I can’t take anything for granted where Harper’s concerned.”

“I understand it, my boy. Congrats and try to enjoy this day.”

“I will, Dad. I definitely will.” The music began and that was when I saw her come from around the tent they set up for the reception. I was off the platform in a flash and running toward my bride. She deserved to be walked down the aisle, and if no one else wa

s there to do it, I would. I smiled at her with the biggest, cheesiest motherfucking grin I had. I slowed down when we got closer. She shook her head at me. Her long curls splayed over her shoulders, dancing with the slight movement of her head, were perfect.

I loved this woman and enough time had separated us. Never again would she walk alone.

Epilogue

Bryce

One year later…

I was waiting at the foot of the stairs for my wife who was taking her sweet time to get ready. It had been a long time since we had a date night. Our son, Jacob Bryce, was born about three months ago, and we’ve been spending all our free time loving our little man. With her mother being convicted last week on the attempted murder, solicitation of murder, and fraud charges, we were feeling secure in letting him go without us for a bit. Local authorities had opened in an investigation in the death of Harper’s father. If they could nail her for that she’d never breath free air again.

“What the fuck is that you’re wearing?” I asked as she walked down the steps in a skintight dress that didn’t reach mid-thigh. I shook my head because she wasn’t going out like that. Normally, I wasn’t an overbearing, chest thumping asshole, but this was a bit too much. It was like me walking around without a damn shirt. “You wear more to bed,” I pointed out. There was no way I was taking her out in Dallas looking like this.

“I want to feel pretty,” she argued.

“Kitten, you’re fucking sexy as fuck. This isn’t pretty. This will get you bent over the railing with my dick buried between your thighs.” She paused and bit her lip as a guilty expression covered her face. My little wife wanted to be fucked dirty.

“You’re lucky that Elizabeth took him an hour ago,” I growled. “Grip the railing, princess. One leg on this step and the other one two steps down and pop that ass up for me. I’m going to give you what you deserve.” I rubbed my cock through my dress pants. Dinner could wait. I needed to fuck some sense into her. I needed to remind her that she was sexy, pretty, or whatever she wanted to be, as long as that shit was just for me.

Slipping my belt from my pants, I ran it across her covered bottom. She shivered with the idea that I’d spank her. I rubbed it against her ass again, then pressed my hand to her mound. Her panties were fucking soaked. I shoved my pants to my knees. Coming up behind her, I slid her dress over her waist. Nudging her panties aside with the tip of my cock, I pushed my way into her depths. Her ass smacked against my pelvis as I bottomed out in her. The angle of the stairs gave us a different sensation and it was going to make me come fast. I leaned over her back and whispered, “Do you like that?”