Unexpected Fate (Hope Town #1)

“I love you, son.” My dad says gruffly.

“We’re so happy for you and Dani,” Mom says. “I love you, handsome boy.”

I give them each a kiss before facing Dani’s parents.

Her mom wraps her arms around me, giving my cheek a quick kiss. Her eyes are wet and shining with happiness. I give Nate a slap on the back and laugh when he puckers up. Then I look at Axel.

I am prepared for battle, but when I see his eyes—bright with happiness and not anger—I am momentarily struck dumb.

“You didn’t think I would be able to do it, did you?” he asks me.

“Not for a second,” I laugh.

“If you make her cry one tear that isn’t out of happiness, I’ll cut your balls off,” he warns.

“Noted.”

“I’m proud of you, Cohen. Of the man you’ve grown to be and for the love you have for my girl. I mean it when I say that I couldn’t have picked a better man for her myself.”

“Thank you for that,” I tell him honestly. No matter what I said in the past, having his blessing was something I desired when it came to Dani becoming my wife. “She’s my life,” I remind him.

“I know the feeling,” he says and looks down the dock. “Go on and stop keeping my daughter waiting.”

I nod, taking a few measured breaths before I turn and let my eyes take her in.

She’s wearing a simple, long, and flowing, white dress. It fits tight to her body while still rippling in the slight breeze around us. Her shoulders are bare, and with her hair swept away from her face, she looks so angelic with the sun setting behind her and casting a soft glow around her body.

I take the last remaining steps that take me to where she is standing with the man I assume is the minister.

“Surprised?” she asks.

“Yeah, baby.”

“Are you ready to be my husband?”

I smile. “I was born ready, my Dani-girl.”

And with the sun setting around us, our family surrounding us, I marry my unexpected fate.

By the time we were able to get away from the family and I was able to pull Dani away from Owen without having her melt down, the sun had long since set and my girl had become my wife. We danced and ate. Laughed and smiled. It was a magical night full of love. We danced our first dance together as man and wife to Brett Young’s “Kiss by Kiss,” and I held her in my arms while she softly cried. When my lips dropped to hers and I heard the all-familiar growl at my side, she threw her head back and her laughter rained down on me.

It was equal parts joyful and torture because all I could think about was getting her home. Since the second my lips touched hers after the minister pronounced us man and wife, I’ve been rock hard to take my wife and make her mine in every way that counts.

“Slow down, husband,” she snickers when I pull her from the truck and up to our porch. Her squeal when I pull her up into my arms is like music to my ears.

“Are you ready for me to carry you over the threshold, wife?”

She smiles her radiant smile and nods her head.

I don’t waste a second. The key hits the lock, and in a flash, I have her rushed through, slamming the door behind us. She reaches out and keys in the code to our alarm, and the second I hear her reactivate it, I bound up the stairs. Her pearls of laughter trail behind us and don’t stop until I prowl into our bedroom and toss her in the air and onto the middle of our mattress.

She pushes up on her elbows and looks at me with heated eyes.

I watch her move until she’s up on her knees and groan when she pulls her dress over her head and tosses it carelessly to the floor.

“If I had known you were naked under there, I wouldn’t have made it as long as I did today,” I tell her.

“I know.” Her hands come up and cup her breasts.

I smile when her eyes follow my hands when I place them on my belt. It’s a smile that doesn’t last long because her next words have me fighting not come in my pants.

“I want your cock, husband. First, I want to lick you from your neck to your balls, and then I’m going to suck them deep until you’re begging me to take your cock in my mouth.” She pauses in her speech to lick one of her fingers before tracing her puckered nipple with it. “Then I’m going to fuck myself with your fingers. If you’re a good boy, I’ll let you lick them clean. And when your balls feel like they’re about to bust from the power that your orgasm promises, I’m going to ride you until you come deep inside me.”

“Fuck yeah, you are,” I growl and pounce.

She jumps back, laughing, and I swallow her happiness when I take her mouth in a bruising kiss.

“Fuck me, wife,” I command and lie back in the bed.

“Fuck me, wife,” he orders in a tone that is wild with desire.

“I’m going to lick and suck you first,” I promise, climbing up until my legs are straddling his hips and my mouth is trailing kisses along his neck and collarbone.

I feel my pussy lips spread wide to accommodate the side of his hips, and his hard cock settles right between them. The second I feel his hot, velvet skin against my wet lips, I moan and start to rub myself against him. His hands go to my hips, and I feel him thrusting to meet each rotation of my hips.

I trace my mouth down his chest, and when I hit one of his nipples, I lightly bite it between my teeth. His hips jump off the bed, and I squeal when I feel the tip of his erection jab against my swollen clit.

“Do that again and you’re going to get my cock in your pussy or your ass and you can forget your mouth having a turn.”

I smile against his skin and keep moving my lips down his body. He moans and twitches every time I hit a sensitive spot—which, I’m learning, my husband has a lot of.

“I’m going to take your cock into my mouth until I choke on it,” I huskily whisper.

“Fuck,” he splutters when I wrap my lips around his swollen cock head.

I move slowly until I have the tip of his cock touching the back of my throat. Relaxing my throat, I breathe through my nose and take him into my throat.

“Fucking hell!” he exclaims and shoots off the bed.

His fingers go into my hair, his hips thrusting his cock into my mouth on their own accord. My eyes water with the force of his thrusting, but I take everything he has to give to me and love every second.

When his movements start to stall, I lean back on my knees and lick my lips. “Why did you make me stop, baby? Was that not good?”