“So, how do you know each other?” Bridget asks as her father approaches us.
“Ahh, you must be Jordan, I’m happy to see you were able to make it,” Tomás states with a smile as he brings Jordan in for a hug. However, with the way she tenses in his hold he immediately releases her. “Sorry, child, I didn’t mean to frighten you.” His brows furrow as he takes a good look at the bruises marring her face before glancing over to Badger. “Did he go quickly?”
“Yes, sir, though I wish I could have prolonged it but I didn’t have time not when the life of this woman here being more important to me,” Badger says, pulling Jordan into him, kissing the top of her head.
At Badger's confession, Bridget relaxes somewhat, glancing down at her I realize she’d been jealous thinking Jordan was something else to me.
Drawing her in front of me, I wrap my arms around her and lean against her ear. “Don’t be jealous, mo chuisle, there is no one else who will be riding my dick from now on. And for the record, Jordan is my cousin,” I whisper, placing a kiss to the side of her head I focus back on the conversation.
“I’m glad to know you value her as she is now family. I don’t want to have to kill you. Treat her right and make sure no harm comes to her,” Tomás says sternly.
“Don’t have to worry about that, besides you’d have to stand in line. Her brothers would be the first to kill me if I so much as cause her to cry,” Badger chuckles.
“Bridget, I look forward to getting to know you better when we get back to the States,” Jordan says softly, changing the subject from herself.
“Umm, thank you, I’m not sure what all I’ll be doing when I get there, but I do look forward to knowing you as well,” Bridget murmurs, a genuine smile forming on her face as she speaks to my cousin.
Through the rest of the afternoon, Bridget and I have our first dance, slice the cake, and take some pictures. By the time we’re able to escape the reception I’m more than ready to seduce my new wife.
“I think it’s time we blow this party and go have our own,” I whisper into her ear as I hold her to me while dancing together once again. I’ve spent as much time as I could touching her and giving her kisses.
Glancing up at me, I grin knowingly at the lust-filled gaze she’s giving me. Bridget pulls her bottom lip in and nods her head in agreement. I take her hand and guide her off the dance floor, through the doors to the ballroom, where we make our escape to the elevator.
Once the elevator doors are closed, I slam my mouth down on hers as I pull her flush against my body. Letting her feel just how much I want her. My dick throbs for her and I need her to let me inside that beautiful body of hers.
At the ping of the elevator, I break the kiss and sweep Bridget off her feet and hurry the two of us into the suite, ready to rip the dress right off of her.
“Mo chuisle, I need you to tell me with words you want me,” I demand as I open the door and kick it closed.
Chapter 10
Bridget
“Mo chuisle, I need you to tell me with words you want me,” Dean demands, my body tingles at the gruffness in his voice. God, I know I’m about to do something I shouldn’t but right now, I don’t care. I’ve had Dean touching me from the moment we said ‘I Do’. Actually, no, that’s not correct. I’ve been feeling his touch from the first time he wrapped me in his arms and kissed me senseless. And right now, I need him more than I need my next breath.
How can he be so sexy? I have no clue. I can’t wait to find out.
Meeting his gaze, I lick my suddenly dry lips. “Please, Dean, I want you,” I whisper breathlessly, his eyes darting to my lips then back up to meet my gaze.
No more words are needed as Dean draws me back in and claims my mouth in one of his earth-shattering kisses. He begins to slide the hidden zipper down my back, removing the wedding dress from my body. Stepping out of the dress without breaking the kiss, I wrap my arms around his neck. For the first time, I am voluntarily touching him.
Dean runs his hands along my bare back only stopping as he finds I’ve been completely naked beneath my dress the entire time.
Lifting his head his eyes darkened with need as he smiles wickedly at me. “Seems my wife doesn’t like to wear anything under her clothes, or did you do this just for me?” he asks, patting my ass lightly as he lifts me up and cradles me in his arms.
My core becomes wetter with this movement and I shake my head. I’m not one for wearing undergarments. I’ll wear a bra, only because my girls are more than a handful.
“Hmm, you are the most exquisite creature I’ve ever seen,” he says, stepping over to the bed.
I gasp as my back touches the cool sheets beneath me when he lays me gently on the bed. Unsure of what to do I go to cover myself only Dean stops me. “Never cover yourself in front of me, mo chuisle, you have nothing to be ashamed of,” he says, his gaze smoldering. My body arches into his when he tilts his head down and nips at one of my nipples only to circle the tip with his tongue.
Moaning at the sensation the simple touch of his tongue brings me, I cup the back of his head wanting him to keep doing what he’s doing.
Chuckling, he sucks the nipple deeper into his
