I got a surprise from Jamie in the form of a present. A box was in the bathroom with a rose and a card on it. It read: To our beautiful bride. Ours. Not Luke’s. And the postscript said: Don’t let Luke go crazy on you. Remember, we haven’t consummated our married life yet. Or Nate’s. I couldn’t stop grinning like an idiot. I must have been crazy when I agreed to this arrangement. But if that’s what it took to make everyone happy, I’d do my best.
Jamie’s present was a set of white, lacey lingerie. I shouldn’t have been surprised when the baby-doll bra and panties were exactly my size. I put them on and admired them in the mirror. The lingerie fit well on my body, and I stared at my reflection, realizing I hadn’t felt pretty or sexy in a very long time. The image in the mirror wasn’t the image of a woman who’d been forsaken by her husband. She had become somewhat confident, true to herself and… happy. For years, I’d clung to my marriage thinking I could change Sam into my ideal husband if I forgave him hard enough, when all I needed was to start over.
Yeah. Starting over. Open a new chapter and fill it with new adventures with Luke, Nate, and Jamie.
It’d be challenging, but it’d be wonderful as well.
I donned a bathrobe over the lingerie and came out to my new husband.
Luke smiled and gave me a glass of champagne. He studied me from head to toe. “Hmm, dare I ask what you’re wearing underneath that robe?”
I sipped the champagne and put it on the table. With one hand, I untied the robe and gave him a peek.
He drew a hard inhalation through his teeth as his eyes zeroed in on my chest. “That is so cruel of you to keep me waiting like this.” Luke abandoned his champagne and started pushing me toward the bed.
“Are we not going to have cake first?”
“Oh, I’ll be having my cake, all right. You.”
Luke kissed me long and deep. This was the second time he’d kissed me. The first time was after we were pronounced husband and wife. I wouldn’t count the kiss in the truck when I first got to Bellwood. That kiss was skirting danger. This kiss was full frontal hazard. I found myself burning with arousal when he finally parted his lips.
I was drunk with lust. I caressed his cheeks, wondering if this feeling had always been there. His five o’clock shadow was rough on my hands, but I loved the sensation so much. He kept pressing his body against mine, and I had no choice but to fall back on the mattress.
His eyes ravaged my sprawling form. He seemed to go from horny to feral in a matter of seconds. He climbed on top of me, slowly, like a predator that had cornered his prey. My heart beat so fast, I was hyperventilating.
“I love what you’re wearing.” Luke swallowed hard. His voice had been reduced to a growl. “It’d be a waste if I were taking them off, wouldn’t it?”
“I think so,” I whispered.
“Hmmh. But I do want to see you naked, want to see your everything.”
“Decisions, decisions,” I teased.
He laughed and kissed me again. He pressed his body against me. His fast heartbeat rivaled mine. His erection against my sex. The bulge underneath his jeans was as hard as rock, and alarmingly huge. A shiver of thrills ran down my spine. Before long, I was wet for him—so ready to be fucked.
Luke nuzzled the side of my jaw, then my neck. He groped me all over before he pushed my bra down just to enough to expose my breasts. “I knew it. They had to be pretty. Red like strawberries.”
My heart swelled at his compliment.
He tightened his large hand on my breast and plucked my nipple. He licked it like he had the cherry topping on a mound of whipped cream. The way he teased my sensitive bud made me lose my mind. I whimpered in pleasure. He seemed to like it when I did. His eyes blazed with fire.
“God, you sound so damn sexy.” Luke sucked my breast hard.
I threw my head back and stretched out in pleasure. The ecstasy seeped into my every vein, making my toes curl with every suck. He slid his hand inside my panties and stroked my pussy lips. A delighted noise escaped from his throat. He pushed a finger inside me. Then another. He then fucked me with his fingers as he bit, nipped, and sucked my breasts.
He expertly stroked my pussy, hitting all the right notes. I gasped and moaned and suddenly the orgasm lit me like a firework on the Fourth of July. My pussy spasmed around his fingers, and my juice wetted his hand. He growled again and pulled out his digits.