Finn looked my way. “Dad’s about to give his speech. Come on.”
Arm around Natalie’s shoulder, he offered his hand. We shook. He guided my girl back into the ballroom. I followed and joined my parents while Natalie joined her family.
Joe King gave a heartfelt, funny speech, waxing poetic about hard work, integrity, and the love and support of his wife.
Coworkers took their turns at the mic, and accolades turned into heartwarming stories, then raunchy jabs at the guest of honor, and soon the entire audience was in tears. Drinks were had. The dance floor abused. And when I couldn’t stand another second away from a happy, smiling Natalie, I bid my parents and her parents goodnight and stole her from the party.
The little firecracker wiggled between me and the front door, kicking off her heels, her delicate fingers raking over my chest, working my buttons. “I need you naked. Now.”
I fumbled with her zipper, tugged. Tugged again. “Fuck. It’s stuck.”
“No,” she half laughed, half cried, turning in my arms and pulling her hair off her back. “Try now.”
I pulled. Pulled again. Wiggled. Yanked. The damn thing wouldn’t budge.
The dress was gorgeous. On her, a work of art. Tight red bodice that hugged and lifted her tits. A short, full skirt that highlighted her toned legs. Too bad I would have to shred the damn thing.
Natalie turned to face me again, cheeks flushed, lips parted, eyes wild with need. Again she worked at my shirt buttons and nipped at my chin. Fevered. Desperate.
When she tugged at my belt and her fingers grazed my cock, my vision blurred.
“Fuck. Fuck!” I cupped her breasts, claimed her mouth, and then with one hard tug, tore that damn fabric down her chest, exposing her hard, pink buds.
Natalie gasped. I ducked, catching her perfect flesh in my mouth, nipping, sucking, teasing with soft licks.
Her fingers curled into my hair, holding me tight to her chest, like she wanted more but couldn’t ask.
I pulled her harder into my mouth and sucked. Good fucking God. Salty and sweet. Heavy and soft. Perfect. And mine. Thank fuck, they were mine.
I slid a hand between her legs, under her panties, and over that smooth flesh, finding her swollen and hot. My head spun, all the blood in my body rushing to my cock.
Fuck the bed. To hell with taking it slow. Natalie was finally in my arms, and I would take her in every goddamn square foot of my home, starting with the floor.
When her back hit the cold hardwood, she didn’t complain, only begged for more with a heated gaze and clutching hands. I shoved that skirt up to her waist, grabbed her panties in my fist and pulled them aside, diving in for a taste of that sweet pussy. God, I’d missed her tang, the way she writhed and moaned.
My cock begged for mercy, trapped between me and the hard floor, but I didn’t care because, sweet Jesus, the noises she made. She came fast and hard, ripping at my hair. The woman could have every strand, tear it all from the roots. She could rip me to shreds, and I’d bleed dry for her with a smile on my face.
Golden hair formed a halo around her head. Her chest rose and fell. I freed my cock and drove deep, grunting, “Fuck!” incapable of anything other than profanity.
When the stars cleared from my vision, I found her arched beneath me, panting, her neck exposed, her tits shoved against my chest.
A perfect moment I’d forever treasure.
“Fuck me,” she purred. “Hard.”
And I did. I fucked her halfway across the floor because I couldn’t get deep enough, drive hard enough, come fast enough.
And shit, I’d wanted her so desperately I hadn’t grabbed a condom, but I wasn’t about to pause, so instead of coming inside her like instinct dictated, I pulled out and came all over that gorgeous red dress.
Fuck it. I’d buy her a new one. I’d buy her a thousand dresses just so I could replay that moment, over and over.
A phone chimed somewhere in the dark. Not mine.
I sat back on my heels. Natalie leaned up on her elbows. Hair a gorgeous mess. Tits on display. Killer grin.
Another chime.
“Ignore it,” she said.
Not a problem. I wasn’t about to share her with anyone.
She sucked me off in the shower.
I ate her out on my couch.
She passed out in my bed after round five. Her phone continued to chime, and I loved that she didn’t check it once, giving me one hundred percent of her attention.
But the incessant ding drove me mad. I found her handbag in the dark and dug out her cell, my intention only to power the damn thing down.
Her screen was full of texts, all of them reading the same.
I found you.
You can’t hide.
You’re dead.
Mother fuck.
I dialed Detective Waters before considering the time.
A groggy voice answered, “Yeah?”
“If there’s even the slightest chance she could have survived that accident, I need to know.”
Soft breasts pressed against my chest. A bare pussy nestled against my thigh. Warm breaths hit my neck. Good God, waking to such bliss could ruin a man.
I wasn’t ready for the day. Dreaded goodbye. The sharp stab in my gut every time she left. My chest ached despite the way she clung to me.
Cupping her ass, I ground my erection against her belly. My beauty stirred but continued with the deep breathing, her faint snore the sexiest melody.
I brushed her hair away from her face to reveal two scars, almost identical in size and shape, but on opposite sides of her forehead.
One of which Victoria had caused.
Fuck. I had married, then buried, a monster, and seeing evidence of the hell she’d put Natalie through filled me with vile hatred. Anger welled, heating my core, but I refused to allow my rage in the same bed as my angel.
Slow and steady, I inched my way off the mattress, leaving my sleeping beauty to
