A Dirty Wedding Night Page 2

And I realized I didn’t have to. Not really. Brody was one of the good ones. If I’d ever had qualms about the idea of any of my friends hooking up with my sister—and I did—Brody wasn’t one of them. Still; if he didn’t pull his head out of his ass and quit putting that bratty look on her face, I was gonna have to say something to him about it… sometime.

  My wedding night, though, was not that time.

  But at least one thing I knew for sure: Brody wasn’t gonna let Zane or anyone else fuck with Jessa.

  I sighed. “Babe,” I said, standing up and extending a hand to Katie. “Let’s go.”

  Katie beamed her sweet smile up at me, like she’d been waiting on those words all night. She took my hand and I yanked her to her feet. She fell against me, her tits squishing against my chest, just like I wanted them to.

  I wrapped my arms around her waist and leaned down to give her a kiss. It was soft and slow, and earned us a bunch of whoops and growls from the guys.

  So maybe I was showing off. A bit.

  Then we did the obligatory round of goodnight hugs and kisses and backslaps. We got congratulated, yet again. Then I picked up my new wife and tossed her over my shoulder, despite her mild protests, and finally, we got the fuck out of there.

  “Don’t come back ’til she’s popped your cherry!” Zane called after us as we disappeared into the dark of the trees.

  “Go easy on him, Katie!” Dylan added. “He’s new at this!”

  And then my friends all laughed, which was understandable. They were, after all, jealous.

  I couldn’t blame them for that.

  Chapter Two

  Jesse

  “I’m gonna fucking die if I can’t get between your legs…”

  We didn’t even make it to our cabin.

  I had Katie up against the railing on the wooden boardwalk that wound through the ancient trees. I could hear the waves of the cove crashing on the rocks somewhere below. I had her jeans down around her knees and I was kissing her chest, unzipping her jacket as I worked my way down. Quickly. Then I yanked her sweater up and kissed my way down her stomach.

  She gasped and panted in response, clawing at my neck.

  “Jesse… what if someone comes?”

  “No one’s coming.”

  That was probably true. We were on a section of the boardwalk between the fire pit and the largest cabin, our cabin, and no one had a reason to come this way. Other than maybe my best friend, Jude, my best man and head of Dirty’s security, who was roaming around somewhere, ever vigilant. As if some crazy paparazzo was gonna parachute into this remote resort on the Pacific coast, way up Vancouver Island, in the middle of the night.

  Well, possibly.

  “We’re alone,” I told her as I got down on my knees and, yanking her white panties down with my fist, snaked my tongue between her legs.

  “Oh… Jesse…” Katie whimpered in anticipation. She gripped my hair in fistfuls like reins, like she could hold me back, but fuck that. I was diving right in—

  “Oh… shit.”

  Elle. I knew that voice, but it didn’t quite compute.

  My tongue froze a breath away from Katie’s clit.

  Elle. Dirty’s bass player—and my ex-girlfriend.

  “Oh—Sorry!”

  That was Katie. My wife, scrabbling to cover herself, to no fucking avail, since her skinny jeans were down around her knees, tangled with her underwear.

  I stood to shield her, turning around.

  Elle was standing there, halfway down the stairs that led up to the wraparound deck of our cabin. It was pretty dark, but it was definitely her. Her platinum blonde hair was impossible to miss.

  Maybe she didn’t really see anything… but all that creamy-fair skin of Katie’s under the moonlight was probably hard to miss too, even in the near-dark. And anyway, Elle wasn’t an idiot.

  “I was at the lookout,” she said, gesturing over her shoulder.

  Right… The boardwalk continued on the other side of our cabin, snaking up the cliffs to a lookout over the cove. Kinda forgot about that when I was trying to get my tongue up Katie’s pussy.

  “Nice up there,” Elle added, awkwardly.

  “Nice,” I agreed. The blood wasn’t exactly pumping to my brain.

  “I’ll… I just have to get past. To my cabin…”

  “Go ahead,” Katie said, clutching onto me and peeking around my shoulder. “Um… hope you had a nice night.”

  It was dark, but I saw Elle’s gaze shift from my face to Katie’s. “Yeah,” she said after a moment. Then she came down the stairs and walked on by. She disappeared into the dark, without another glance in our direction.

  Katie smacked my arm. “‘Nice’? That’s all you have to say?”

  I turned back to her. “‘Hope you had a nice night’?”

  “Well, I do hope that.”

  “Katie. Any fucking way you slice it, our wedding was not nice for her.”

  “I know!”

  “Babe.” I took hold of her bare waist and softened my voice. “Don’t worry about it.” But I could see it already. For Katie, the moment had been ruined.

  “Maybe we just… shouldn’t…”

  “Shouldn’t? Fuck, no. Oh, fuck no.” I gripped her neck and held her close, lowering my forehead to hers. “You are not putting the brakes on on our wedding night. For one thing, I’m pretty sure it’s illegal.”

  “What?”

  “We have to consummate it or the marriage isn’t valid, right?”

  She shrugged me off, pulling away. “I don’t know. Is that even true?”

  “Who cares? Let’s go fuck.” I caught her arm and dragged her with me toward the stairs, but she resisted.

  “Jesse… don’t be cold like that.”

  “I’m not cold, believe me. I’m burning up here.”

  When she dug her heels in, I turned and picked her up. I threw her over my shoulder again, pants still down.

  “Jesse! Put me down.”

  I didn’t put her down. I walked her toward the stairs, feeling my way along the handrail in the near-dark.

  She slapped at my butt. “Are we seriously fighting on our wedding night?”

  I set her down on the stairs and crawled over her, looking deep in her eyes. “You gonna feel guilty every time you see her because we’re happy?”

  “Aren’t you?” Her big blue-greens blinked up at me and I softened, sighing. She sighed, too. “Okay. I’ll work on it,” she whispered.

  “Me too.” I kissed her neck.

  “You’ll work on feeling guilty?”

  “I’ll work on being more compassionate. It’s hard, you know. Most of the time I’m just too damn caught up in how happy I am to give a fuck about anyone else.” My hands snaked beneath her bare butt and squeezed, pulling her against me. I ground my hard dick against her for effect.

  “That’s not even true,” she said. “I know you care about people. If you didn’t, you would’ve hauled me off like a caveman the minute we said our vows.”

  “Almost did.”

  My lips found hers and I kissed her, softly, hungrily, the urgency building as I felt her tongue dance shyly against mine. She was holding back.

  I pulled away.

  “Katie, I know you have big feelings. You feel for Elle. That’s part of what I love about you. But could you right now put your feelings for me and my dick ahead of those ones? We’re kinda hurting over here.”

  I took her hand and rubbed it on my package for emphasis. Felt so fucking good… and kinda like torture. My jeans felt so tight, and they were loose fit. I couldn’t remember the last time I went two days without coming.

  Since before I met Katie, for sure.

  “You’re hurting?” she asked, giving me puppy eyes. Half-teasing, half-sympathetic.

  “Fuck, yeah. I wanna make out with my wife.”

  She smiled. “Okay,” she said softly. “Let’s make out.”

  I had Katie laid out on her back on the stairs leading up to our cabin, moan
ing, my face between her legs and my tongue up her pussy, when I heard it.

  “Jesus, get a room.”

  Katie jumped; actually, she totally fucking screamed.

  I turned to find a big, dark-haired figure—my best friend—looming on the boardwalk, grinning down at us, a fucking smug, shit-eating grin.

  I rolled over and sat up, shielding Katie again. She curled into an embarrassed ball behind me.

  “You know the honeymoon suite is like ten feet in that direction?” Jude drawled, pointing up the stairs.

  “Yeah,” I said, in my best go-get-fucked tone of voice. “We’re aware. What brings you by?”

  “Just makin’ the rounds. Thought I should make myself known when I saw you there. Otherwise, maybe I don’t say anything, just slip away, but Katie opens her eyes at the last moment and sees me, thinks I’m creepin’ away like some perv.”

  “Right. Well, appreciate it.” I did, actually. “Now fuck off.”

  Jude laughed. Then he tipped an imaginary hat at my wife. “’Night, darlin’.” Then he turned and started away into the dark.

  “Goodnight, Jude!” Katie called sweetly. When he was gone, she slapped my shoulder. “Oh my God. Get me out of here!”

  I grinned a little. “You embarrassed, babe?”

  “Yes! Take me inside before every fucking member of your posse sees you going down on me!”

  “Posse? Didn’t know I had a posse…”

  “You know. Your rock star posse.”

  “I think it’s called an entourage.”

  “Whatever. They don’t need to see your face between my legs. Let’s go.”

  She was trying to get up the stairs with her pants down and simultaneously pull them up. I rushed her instead, picking her up. I carried her over the threshold, into our huge, luxury cabin, newlywed-style.

  Then I laid her out on the dining table.

  She looked like an offering to some primitive love god, sprawled there all tussled and sexy on that big slab of wood, her pants around her knees. There was a giant, three-tiered deer antler chandelier glittering above her, dappling her with light.

  “What?” she asked, a little breathless.

  “Just want to remember this moment,” I said, admiring her.

  “So remember it later as the moment you got laid.” She reached to paw at me, catching a belt loop and yanking me closer. “Don’t make me wait anymore.”

  “Me? You’re the one who inflicted this bullshit waiting torture on us both.”

  “Whatever,” she said, climbing her way up my shirt and stripping off my jacket. “So punish me.”

  Before she could kiss me, I grabbed her hips and flipped her over, pulling her over the edge of the table. I stood her in front of me and bent her over, shoving her chest down to the table. I yanked her jeans down as far as they would go, bunching them up against her boots. Then I knelt down and finished what I’d started, eating her upside-down. Just Katie’s pussy and my face…

  No more interruptions.

  Fuck.

  That sweet, slightly musky, heady taste of her… Katie’s sex. I was totally fucking addicted to it. I ate her out with a passion, with a vengeance, with a fucking fury. I worked her clit with my tongue, sucked on her, until I shoved her right over the edge.

  “Say it,” I told her as she came, still eating her out. “Tell me you love me.”

  “Ah… Jesse… I totally love you…”

  “Fuck, yeah,” I mumbled, fucking her with my tongue as she shivered and shook.

  When there was nothing left of her but a gasping puddle on the table, I stood up and turned her toward me, pulling her into my arms as she collapsed against me. Then I kissed her, good and hard.

  “Come on.” I scooped her up and threw her over my shoulder one last time, making her squeal.

  “Aren’t we gonna fuck?” she complained, sounding dazed and confused as I carried her up the stairs to the loft—the master bedroom.

  “Not yet,” I said.

  “Oh, God… that was so unsatisfying.”

  I laughed as I threw her down on the king size bed.

  I kicked off my boots and tore off my socks. I unbuckled my belt and unzipped my jeans, peeling them down, letting my cock free, heavy and thick with need. Letting her look at it. Her eyes darkened and she swiped her lip with her little pink tongue.

  “Don’t worry. I’ve got something to satisfy you…”

  I stripped off my jeans, and Katie took off her jacket and sweater. I barely had my shirt over my head before I was on her, naked. Working myself between her legs. Her jeans and boots stayed on. She still had a tank top on, but I yanked that shit up. I shoved her bra up with it, letting her tits bounce loose.

  “Ow!” she said. “Underwire…”

  “Deal with it.”

  Then I was all over her, my face buried in her tits, my hand between her legs, my finger on her clit.

  She smacked my ass, but groaned as I caressed her. Smooth and fast… just to make sure she was still with me. Her pussy was slippery-wet—from her arousal, her orgasm, from my spit. I sucked a nipple into my mouth and spread her thighs wide. Then I drove into her, my cock like a heatseeking missile, pre-programmed to hit home. I didn’t have to think. I just had to fuck. Had to fuck her, in those furry boots that were digging into my ass.

  Just smother myself in Katie.

  It wasn’t romantic.

  It was frantic.

  It was hungry and it was messy and it was fast. I bit her lip. She pinched my balls with her fingernails as we grappled and groped.

  It sort of hurt.

  She ended up half on top, hogtied around me by her jeans, then on the bottom again. I fucked her harder than I’d ever tried to fuck her. Once, I whispered, “This okay?” before she nodded and I kept at her. But I never really stopped.

  Yes, she whispered, once.

  Twice.

  Yesss…

  She made sounds I’d never heard her make. Sawed-off syllables supposed to be words, rasps and half-realized gasps, torn apart with need. Her voice shredded in the half-dark.

  “Jesse, don’t stop,” she begged as I pounded her, when she knew I was close. She knew all the signs. She could hear it in my breath. Feel it in my cock, like a steel post, rigid inside her. Swollen… my balls pulled up tight. An itchy trigger just aching for release as I thrust into her. But I had control. I could hold back.

  I didn’t want to.

  I was totally fucking sex-drunk.

  I was Katie-drunk.

  And I wanted to drown myself in it.

  “Not gonna stop,” I managed to say. “Until I blow. You gonna beat me there…?”

  My question hung between us like a taunt. Like a tease.

  She was already close. Her body was tightening around me, bearing down, coiling tight… sucking me in… “You’re amazing,” she whispered, her eyelids fluttering as I kissed her, and then she sighed. I thrust up into her. I ground my pelvis against her.

  Her breath caught.

  Then she came.

  I rode her, hard, tumbling into it with her, both of us falling apart.

  Her fingernails were pressed a half inch into my flesh.

  Her furry boot was up my ass.

  And I laughed a little.

  Because that’s what you did when you were drunk with ecstasy and the woman of your dreams had you in her arms, wrapped up in her damp thighs… lost inside her body. When she drank you in.

  I collapsed there in her arms, heaving, just trying to catch my breath, and laughed.

  “What’s funny?” she panted after a while.

  “Nothing’s funny,” I said with a sigh. “That’s why I’m laughing.”

  Chapter Three

  Katie

  I stared at my husband’s muscular ass as he bent over, digging around for something in the pocket of his jeans, which he’d discarded on the floor by the bed.

  Husband.

  Wow… that had an amazing ring to it.

  Jesse
Mayes was my husband.

  My husband was Jesse Mayes… brown-eyed, badass rock star… and the most beautiful man I’d ever met, inside and out.

  Just… wow.

  He caught me staring at his ass and grinned, all cocky and sexy.

  Then he yanked off my remaining clothes and flopped onto the bed next to me.

  We both rolled onto our stomachs, lying naked and side-by-side, so close together his warmth radiated into me. The hairs on his thigh tickled me. Itched a little, actually, since I was all sweaty. But I was deliciously spent, my pulse still thrumming, and I couldn’t be bothered to shift away.

  So I sighed and relaxed, my face smushed into my pillow. It smelled of fresh northern air and cedar luxury cabin and Jesse.

  He was propped up on his elbows, and I watched as he unfolded a little piece of note paper.

  “What’s that?”

  “A little wedding night gift.” His molten-dark eyes met mine. “I wrote some vows for you.”

  I smiled like a fool in love, unable to help myself. “We already did that part. Remember? All that ‘I will always love you and honor you’ stuff?”

  “Yeah, but this is the really important stuff. Private vows. Too important to share in front of all those fucking voyeurs.”

  I giggled. “Such as?”

  “Such as…” His brown eyes burned into me, all earnest passion. “I will always put you first. No matter what’s going on with the band or anything else, if you need me, I’m here.”

  I leaned up and kissed him. “I know that, Jesse.”

  I did.

  Jesse had been with Dirty since they were little more than kids. Ten years. And he’d known some of the band and crew even longer than that. They were his friends and his family.

  But I was now his wife, and I knew what that meant to him.

  “I needed to say it anyway,” he murmured against my lips.

  “I understand. And I’m okay with sharing you,” I told him. “With Jessa. I mean… I know you’re all she’s got.”

  I knew that Jesse’s sister, while so beautiful and successful and seemingly together on the outside, was alone. It was aching off her, that loneliness. I’d never been so sure of it as when she showed up at our wedding, looking so happy for us—and so totally unsure of where she fit in.