“You do not hate your dad.”
“Yeah, I do.”
He took a breath, turned away like he was looking for something to pummel, then turned back and stared me down again. “We just got married, Maggs—”
I rolled my eyes. I couldn’t help it.
“We just got married,” he repeated, leaning down close to my face. “Which means you’re not gonna do that. You’re not gonna lie to me. You’re not gonna roll your eyes at me anymore. No more fucking wall of Maggie between us. Just you and me.” He stepped in closer, until we were almost nose-to-nose. “You gonna look me in the eye right now and tell me you hate Dizzy?”
Shit. It really could be maddening as all hell the way the man saw through me.
And right now? Totally fucking inconvenient.
“No,” I said softly, swallowing.
“Now do you wanna fuck or not?”
“Well… yeah.”
“Good.” He grabbed my face in both hands and pressed in close. “Because I’m gonna fuck you in about one minute, on those white satin sheets, and then I’m gonna do it again, and you’re gonna fucking love it and I don’t want you pissed off at me tomorrow.”
Then he kissed me, and he was right.
I did love it.
Zane
The one thing I knew I would never forget, the moment that branded itself into my bones, was that first kiss after we were married.
As soon as the guy said the word, I’d claimed Maggie’s sweet mouth with my own and thrust my tongue inside, making her mine. Officially. Mine.
My wife.
My Maggie.
And that stuff about never letting her go? I’d meant it.
No idea if she knew how much I meant it.
Didn’t matter.
With Maggie, I’d always played the long game.
Just didn’t realize until tonight that it was time for me to cash out.
Everything I’d ever wanted to do to Maggie, I was finally gonna do it. Now.
Kiss her all over. Devour her.
Totally unleash on her.
I was gonna fuck her until she rasped my name, her husky voice raw from screaming.
But first, I was just gonna kiss her. So I got her on the bed and that’s what I did.
Lot of other things I wanted to do with my mouth, lot of places to explore, but I couldn’t tear myself away from her lips.
Didn’t even care that she’d been drinking. I should’ve cared. I just didn’t. Didn’t care about a thing but screwing her, hard. With my tongue. With my entire body. I rammed myself against her, fully dressed, just savoring the fact. Just drenching my senses in her.
I was gonna make Maggie mine in every fucking way I could think of before the sun came up.
“Zane… are you sure…?” she murmured against my lips, and I shook my head at her.
“Just shut up Maggie. For once in your life, just shut the fuck up and trust me.”
Then I tore off her little pink dress and looked at her. I felt kinda breathless as I swiped my hair out of my eyes and stared at her.
She lay there breathing hard and staring back up at me. Just waiting for me.
Zane repellent? I almost laughed out loud. No way this woman could repel me.
Yes, I’d tried to get her drunk. Only because I thought it would keep me from taking advantage of her when she was feeling so low.
When we’d set out to the chapel, fucking right, I was planning on getting her into bed before the night was through. But then I saw how it was with her and Dizzy. She just wanted him to give a fuck, and the guy was blind to it. That, or he didn’t know how to give a fuck. It hurt her. And I couldn’t be a part of anything that hurt Maggie.
But now? There was nothing in her eyes but longing. Anticipation.
Desire.
I peeled her lacy bra and panties off. I just wanted to see her. All of her. She was so fucking pretty. And so strong. Her skin so smooth and soft… I started kissing her, nibbling her, licking every part of her body. I just needed to taste her, to inhale her sweet smell and get lost in her.
She could’ve done anything, said anything, fought me tooth and nail, and I would’ve wanted her.
She could’ve drank all the booze in Las Vegas.
Wouldn’t matter.
This girl was my fucking kryptonite.
Right now, feeling her panting, getting hot beneath me, I would’ve done anything, given anything, risked anything to be with her.
Her breaths came faster, shorter, harder as I sucked her nipple into my mouth. As I teased her with my teeth. I had no idea if she was already regretting this. I hoped not, but I wasn’t gonna let her dwell on it either.
I reached down and smoothed my fingers over her pussy. She was soft and wet. Hot. I let her nipple go and clenched my teeth as the hunger rocked through me. I was so fucking hard for her. Again.
Always.
I pressed my fingertip into her and she tensed.
“No. Wait,” she gasped, reaching to stop my hand. Her gray eyes found mine, bright and clear. “I want your cock to be the first thing inside me.”
She didn’t have to tell me twice.
I got up and stripped off my clothes. Dug around in my pockets for a condom.
I sheathed my dick and went to her, and I gave her what she wanted. I didn’t get her ready or tease her at all. I just filled her in one fast, possessive thrust that made her cry out.
Her fingernails dug into my ass as I fucked her and everything started to rush.
I was gonna come.
Way too fucking fast.
But Maggie was clawing at me, moaning and gasping, pulling me deeper, and no way I could stop. Pretty sure I couldn’t hold on like this… maybe not the first time… maybe this one would be too fucking quick, and I’d just have to apologize and make it up to her later.
Fuck me. What a lousy fucking lay.
Then she surprised me by pushing me off. I rolled,
