Pretty Bitches (28 page)

“I couldn’t help it. I saw you moving those gorgeous hips and I needed to be the scratching post.” He lilted.

I ran my hands through his thick beautiful hair. “I missed you.” I said honestly.

He smiled. “I’ve been counting the seconds on this miserable watch wondering when was an appropriate time to steal you back. I miss you every minute, love.”

I laid my head on his chest as he led us around the dance floor. When the song was over he pulled my hand to the bar. He gripped two glasses of whisky and handed one to me. I took a moment to scan the room and appreciate all the happy people.

Rory and Kincaid had Lila pressed together on the dance floor. I wasn’t sure who looked horniest. Alick was being chatted up by a buxom blonde but I swear I kept catching his eyes dart to Lila every few seconds. That made me smile, because if there were anyone to tame her it would be him.

My life was finally complete. After years of running and shoving people away I now had a solid unit surrounding me. And it was all because of the man standing beside me that just wouldn’t give up hope.

I stood on my toes and sealed my mouth over those beautiful lips. He closed his eyes and hummed as I tenderly told him how much he meant to me. When I brought my face back he was smiling.

“That’s exactly how I want to wake up every morning.”

“Pucker up buttercup.” I hummed.

He grinned and tipped back his drink. The night fell and Cailen pulled me from the tent. When I stepped onto the lawn my jaw dropped. A makeshift dance floor was staged next to the water and thousands of lights hung between the trees lighting the area with soft delicate rays.

People were sitting at the tables enjoying the huge spread of food being served on silver trays. Candles lit the tables casting shadows across the lawn. It was incredibly romantic and unbelievably beautiful. In two days time he had created a perfect ceremony. I just stared at him in awe. The man was a God.

“I don’t even know what to say to you right now. To say that I am impressed would be retarded. You are incredible Mr. Carmichael.”

“Well, thank you
Mrs.
Carmichael. I aim to please, love.” He said screwing a ridiculous grin to his mouth.

“Speaking of pleasing… I roughly remember someone promising to devour me anytime I wish. You even added that to you vows, yes?”

He growled in my ear. “Any fucking time, gorgeous. Anytime.”

I grinned. “Just making sure.”

His hands began a hungry trek down my body and I felt the heat rising under my skin and spreading between my legs.

I sighed. “We at least need to eat before we screw the shit out of each other.”

He immediately threw his fingers into his mouth and whistled loudly at a waiter. “Two over here, please.”

I just hung my head giggling. He pulled a chair for me and slid me forward. I propped my head up on the table and closed my eyes listening to the music flow softly from the tent. Cailen pulled my hand down and stroked the band on my finger, smiling. My eyes automatically rested on the wide platinum band surrounding his finger. The goo began pooling in my chest when I chanted to myself he’s
mine
.

The waiter appeared with two silver plates. I examined mine and smiled like hell. A petite sirloin topped a Shallot Spelt Risotto and an Aubergine Puree. My mouth watered.

Cailen smiled and I grabbed my cutlery and began my assault. When I was spearing my last bite the waiter appeared and asked about dessert. Before I could reply Cailen cleared his throat.

“I’ll be serving her dessert in our bed directly, thank you.”

I nearly choked and coughed as I laughed. He grinned at me through hooded eyes and I gulped the enormous bite hard down my throat. He wiped his mouth and reached for my hand linking our fingers.

He didn’t bother addressing anyone as we made our way at an absurdly fast pace back into the house.

When we stepped inside he pulled my fingers to his mouth. “Just a sec.” He disappeared around the corner and a few seconds later he strolled back carrying an extremely elaborate camera. It had long lenses attached and buttons everywhere.

I shook my head. “Now, I know we’re kinky and all but an erotic photo session may be a little over the top, bagpipe.”

He snorted. “Not even close, Gemma. I just want to capture you in that dress so I’ll never forget how fucking beautiful you are right now.”

He lifted the device to his face, turning and twisted with each shutter. I covered my face embarrassed but he continued feverishly when the blush covered my cheeks. He grunted and circled me capturing every tiny movement.

After a few moments I began to feel the intimacy he had behind the camera, what he sees. My expressions changed and my movements were natural and unscripted. I walked around him thinking about every muscle rippling beneath his jacket. How his hands feel when he is claiming me, how his tongue feels when he is pleasing me. All these thoughts made me forget there was a camera—it was just him.

Before I knew it I was close enough to whisper in his ear. The shuttering stilled and his breathing hitched.

“I’m so wet right now thinking about what you were seeing through that lens when I was thinking about your body and how you please me.” I breathed the words into his ear.

He gulped. “It was all I could do to hold the fucking camera, Gemma.” His voice was hoarse and husky.

He pulled back to look into my eyes and it was like a bolt of lightening struck us in unison. The camera was tossed onto a nearby chair and I was in his arms instantaneously.

He jogged us back to our room where he sat me on the ground and crashed his lips to mine. I ran my fingers through his hair and moaned as he traced my nipples with his forefinger.

He turned me around and slowly picked apart each pearl button sliding the lace down my body. I stepped out of the pool of fabric and he leaned down to lift it, smoothing the delicate lace and gently placing it on a hanger.

When he turned back and saw the special gift I had made for him a huge smile spread across his face. My pearly white sheer bra hugged my breasts tight with pearls and lace adorning the straps and lining around the cups. In the center of each breast there were identical monogrammed letters: MRS. In pale yellow stones surrounded by tiny pearls. The panties matched the bra and elegant script crossed the sheer fabric: Carmichael.

His eyes were appreciating every single letter when he finally looked back to my face. “You have no idea what that does to me, Gemma.”

I pulled him roughly to me. “If it does anything similar that it does to me then I can’t believe you haven’t ripped them off.” I said as I licked his lips.

“No need for ripping, love, I’m a master at making them fly off unscathed.”

And within seconds I was naked. I gripped his jacket and shoved it off his arms then fisted his shirt tearing it open from the top down. Buttons flew across the room clinking as they hit various surfaces. “I’m not so much…” I smirked into his mouth.

He smiled as he grabbed his belt and had his pants pooled on the floor in seconds. I ran my finger underneath the gathered elastic of his boxers and slipped my hand inside to palm his hard cock.

His head tilted back on his shoulders and he moaned loudly. I continued to wrap and twist my hand around his length causing him to tremble. He gripped the fabric and yanked it down his legs.

Seeing him standing there his six-foot-three hard muscled hairless body and fully erect I snapped. My body melted into his frame wrapping around him like a glove.

He walked us fumbling across the room and dropped me on the bed. I was breathing so heavily my head was light. He spread my legs and hitched my thighs around his neck. “I’m going to eat every fucking ounce of you until you beg me to stop.”

And then his tongue was down me, around me, inside me. All my senses peaked and the thrusts he was making with my hips as his tongue circled me caused a violent shutter throughout my body. My back arched into the mattress and he pressed his face harder inside me and moaned when he felt the beginnings of my release. The next few seconds were the most intense orgasm of my life. I lifted my torso from the bed screaming pushing his head deeper as I absolutely shattered to pieces.

Tremors shook my body as he continued to caress me. I fell back onto the bed panting trying to pull myself back into my body because honestly that had been so powerful I actually checked out for a few moments.

He snaked a trail up my torso licking until he reached my cleavage and pressed my breasts together licking each nipple causing me to burn again.

I pulled his mouth to mine and just as I almost connected with his lips he thrust hard inside me holding my leg over to one side and gripping my hip for traction. He kissed me as he thrust, rolling his hips inside me. The tension from his tip ramming the soft ending to my insides caused me to gasp.

He was groaning loudly with each stroke. His eyes fixed on mine and the intimacy had tears welling over my green irises. The amount of love that I saw swimming in those blue depths was overwhelming.

I watched the muscles in his beautiful jaw flex with each thrust and his lips parted as he traced his tongue over his bottom half sucking it into his mouth. “I love how you taste. It’s the most amazing thing I’ve ever experienced.” He panted.

I lifted my hips and hooked my ankles around his waist taking every bit he had. The pain was there at the sheer size of him but it also felt indescribably good. His eyes widened and with three more strokes they glassed over and his back pinned straight as every muscle in his chest and torso stretched and lengthened. It was the most beautiful sight I’d ever seen.

He rolled several more times as he bent his frame to mine and placed kisses all over my chest and face.

“Yep, I came pretty close to dying there, Gemma. You’re definitely going to be the death of me, but I couldn’t ask for a better way to go out.” He smiled nestling his face into my neck.

“Yea, I could’ve used a couple paddles to my chest, too. I thought I was a goner.”

He laughed. “We should make sure we have adequate medical coverage. How’s your plan at work?”

Laughing I said, “I’m not sure it covers acts of sexual battery between willing participants.”

He guffawed as he pulled my face to his and kissed me long and hard.

Sleep was immediate. When I pulled myself up to the top of the bed and my head hit the pillow I was out.

The next morning Cailen woke me saying something in his sleep. I looked over and he had a ridiculous smile plastered to his face and I heard a garbled version of “Gemma” and smiled.

He was dreaming about me.

I leaned over and placed a kiss to his cheek as I wrenched myself free of the tangled sheets and walked to the bathroom. The sun was just rising and the beautiful orange and red streaks spread an amber hue over the dew- ridden grass.

I stood for a moment and appreciated God’s work. When I turned back to brush my teeth I saw Cailen standing, propped against the doorframe staring at me, smiling.

“Please don’t put on clothes, Gemma. I want to look at you all day, just like that.” He gestured up and down my body.

I smiled as I squeezed paste onto my brush and turned the faucet. He watched me intently as I scrubbed my mouth. Finally I spit the remaining paste into the sink and wiped my mouth with the towel.

I leaned against the sink and crossed my feet at the ankle running my fingers over my nipple rings and pinching. He shoved off the doorframe and had me pinned against the floor in seconds.

I didn’t wear clothes all day.

CHAPTER 9: OH YES WE DID