Beauty from Surrender (41 page)

I think she likes seeing me do this to her because it seems to be the norm these days. I still remember when she watched the first time. We were so new to each other then, and I think she was embarrassed by even the thought of it, but she did it anyway. Now, look at the little erotic vixen. She isn't afraid to tell me what she wants or needs, and I love that. It's a huge turn-on to hear her tell me how to make her come. "Tell me what you want."

She bites her bottom lip and slowly lets it slide from between her teeth. "I want you to put the Dyson on me right here," she says as she touches the spot above my fingers. I love the name she has assigned to my suction move. "And while you do that, I want your fingers sliding in and out of me but try your hand turned liked this," she directs as she reaches down.

"Anything you want, babe."

I put my mouth on her and begin to slowly alternate between applying suction and releasing it as I slide my fingers in and out of her the way she wants. She beats the mattress with her hand and falls back against the bed as her legs tense. "Damn!…Shit!" I look up and see her grasp the sheets in her fists. "Fuck!" she shouts as she arches her back from the bed and her legs quiver around me. "Ohh…ohh…I'm coming." This is one of the rare times she doesn't yank on my hair and I'm glad, judging by the force I see her using on the bed linens.

There's no question about the moment her orgasm ends because she goes limp. I sit back on my haunches and look at her sprawled out in her exultant state. It thrills me to no end that I'm able to do this for her—and that she wants me to. It's something she's come to expect, and I'll always be happy to comply.

Her legs have slid down because she's so relaxed. I push them up until her feet are planted flat on the bed. I stay on my haunches and pull her down until our bodies meet. She moves her feet from the mattress to my shoulders and bends her knees until they're positioned firmly. Her toes dig into my skin. Huh. That's a new one. "You must think you need to hang on."

"I'm betting it's not a bad idea."

There's a knock on the door and we give each other the oh-shit look but whoever it is can forget it. No way, no how am I leaving L. with this kind of hard-on.

"Are you okay, Laurelyn? I thought I heard you yell." Shit, it's my mum.

"I knew you'd scream too loud. You were supposed to cover your mouth."

"You were supposed to cover my mouth."

"Well, that's a little hard to do when my head is getting compressed between your legs."

She points her finger at me and I suspect that when she opens her mouth, it's to argue but that's not what comes out. Instead she giggles, "Yeah, you're right."

"Just a minute," she calls out as she streaks from the bed to grab my shirt so she can put it on. "Go into the bathroom while I reassure Margaret that everything is okay," she whispers.

"This is ridiculous. You're going to be my wife in sixteen hours. I shouldn't have to sneak around like a teenager—especially in my own home."

"This isn't about you. It's about the idea your mother has for our perfect wedding day, so quit your whining and get your ass in there."

I growl as I throw back the covers so my raging erection and I can go hide in the bathroom. She puts her finger over her mouth. "Shh."

I hide out in the bathroom for a minute before she opens the door and comes in. "I told her I stubbed my toe and that's what the yelling was about. I'm not sure she believed me. I think she may have seen your clothes scattered on the floor. If she did, we're totally busted because she knows you're entirely too anal to have left a mess like that."

"She's probably at the guest house right now checking on me." I lift her onto the bathroom countertop and pull her to the edge. "She's gonna know the rooster's in the henhouse when she doesn't find me there, so we'd better hurry."

I push inside her and she gasps before she slaps me across my back. "What the fuck is that for?" I ask.

"You know my new birth control hasn't had time to start working and you keep doing this."

I forgot. "We both know you're the gambling kind. You like to roll the dice for your fate. I saw that when we were in Vegas."

I don't stop and she doesn't make me. "I think you're the one who likes to gamble when it comes to this."

"Maybe."

I grasp her hips and pound into her with as much force as she can stand. She brings her legs up and wraps them around my waist as she leans back against the mirror. I watch my reflection give it to her and I wish she could see it because it's so damn hot.

I pull out of her and step back. "Get down and turn around. I want you to watch this with me."

She slides off the countertop and spins around before leaning forward, just the way I want her. I place my cock at her wet entrance and I watch her eyes in the mirror as I slide inside her. I never get to see her face when I'm giving it to her from behind, so this is new.

She's holding onto the granite edge and watching my face. "You like this, don't you?"

I pump her harder and she keeps perfect rhythm with me—but I would expect no less from a musician. "I'm not gonna lie. I love the fuck out of it."

I lean forward and kiss her back as I deliver those last few thrusts and then remember that her birth control isn't working yet. Dammit! I gotta pull out.

I don't want to do it, but I grab the hand towel and come into it. It's not nearly as satisfying as coming inside L., but I don't want her to be upset with me because she wants to avoid a pregnancy for the time being.

She's giving me the stare. "I thought we agreed to wait a while before we tried to get pregnant."

I'm standing there holding the evidence–a towel full of semen–which is the opposite of me trying. "I pulled out. That doesn't qualify as me trying to get you pregnant. I would've reamed you good when I blew my load if that's what I was shooting for. Believe me—it would be jam-packed with little swimmers since it's been a few days."

"It can still happen even when you pull out, says the girl with the swollen belly." Funny one.

"I know and if it does, it just does. By the way, you should know now that I'm not using rubbers on our honeymoon. Forget it. It's not happening." There. She has her warning.

"I know. I have some other stuff, but it's useless if you don't give me a chance to put it in."

"Next time, babe. We won't be in a rush." We're trying to beat the Margaret alarm.

"Next time, I'll be your wife." Wow. I hadn't thought of that.

There's a pounding at the bedroom door, followed by my mum's voice. "I know you're in there, you little shit, and I'm giving you two minutes to shut it down, get dressed, and get out of there."

We look at each other in the mirror and laugh as we simultaneously say, "Busted."

***

I open my eyes and look at the clock. It's 6:37 on a Saturday morning, and Jack Henry's spot is already vacant. He's up earlier than usual on this weekend morning. The thought piques my curiosity, and then the reason for his absence strikes me.

It's our wedding day.

I put the pillow over my face so no one can hear me and I squeal at the top of my lungs. I can't believe this day is here. Jack Henry will be my husband later today.

I quickly change into something more presentable than Jack Henry's T-shirt and go into the kitchen. I hear someone there and peek around the corner to make sure it isn't my groom, although I'm certain he knows better than to be in this house with me today. Margaret sees me and laughs.

"He's not in here. He knows I'd beat him within an inch of his life if he set foot in this house today." I sit in my usual spot at the bar and can smell Margaret's freshly brewed cup of coffee. She holds it up. "Care for a cuppa?"

I don't know when it happened, but I acquired a taste for coffee somewhere along the way. It was probably while on the road with the band since that was the only thing available for a pick-me-up. "I'll take one, although it might not be a good idea to have caffeine on top of my nerves."

"It's okay to be nervous."

"Maybe nerves isn't the right word." Margaret is my mother-in-law now and the closest thing I have to a mom, so I can be honest with her about what I'm feeling. "I'm hurt because my mom wouldn't come. She's still mad because I left her and my career. When she told me she would never visit, I thought she was using it as leverage to make me stay, but I see now that she was serious. If she won't come for my wedding, then I don't ever see her visiting, either."

"I'm sorry, Laurelyn. I had hoped she would come, but don't ever think you don't have people who love you. Your parents will always be your parents, but we're your family too—not just Jack Henry. We'll always be here to take care of you because you're ours now, and we love you."

I feel the tears coming. "I know how important family is because I've never had one. I'm so happy I'm becoming a member of the McLachlans. I love each and every one of you."

Margaret blots her eyes with a napkin. "That's enough tears on your wedding day. You don't want your eyes to be red and swollen."

This is the happiest day of my life, and I won't let my mother's selfishness spoil it for me. It stops here. "You're right. I can't change the things I have no control over, so no more tears." I've shed too many of those and I have this wonderful life ahead of me now. From here on out, everything will be different with Jack Henry by my side.

"Your groom has a surprise for you. He arranged for all of us to have a morning at the spa. Our appointment is at nine."

That's my Jack Henry—always pampering me like a princess. It's what he promised me from the night of our first date and he hasn't disappointed me yet. "He loves to pamper me. I'm sure I have you to thank for that."

"I tried to teach him and Evan. I hoped they would mature into kind, thoughtful men who treated women with respect, so you can imagine my horror when Jack Henry told me about the arrangement he had with you."

Oh, shit! I hoped I'd never have this conversation with her. "Don't be upset with him. He didn't do it by himself. I agreed to everything."

"I'm glad it happened the way it did. That time apart showed each of you what you were missing by not being together. It's probably the best thing that could've happened to the two of you. I seriously doubt you'll ever want to spend a day apart again."

I think of all the days we've spent apart, and I know she's right. "No. I don't ever want to be away from him again. Ever."

Our morning at the spa was so relaxing. I'll have to remember to give Jack Henry a special thank-you for that tonight.

I'm sitting on a barstool in the middle of the bathroom floor and Addison is applying my makeup. She's fantastic at it and could've been a makeup artist if she'd wanted to be. She's working on my blush when a smile comes to my lips. I'm thinking about tonight, and it reminds me of the lingerie I've chosen. He's gonna love it. It's hot and innocent at the same time—just the way he likes me—and I can't wait to see his reaction.

"Why are you grinning like the cat that swallowed the canary?"

"You don't want to know."

"You're thinking about tonight." Am I that transparent?

"Yeah. Do you think it's going to feel different because he's my husband? It's not like we haven't had sex in almost every possible way imaginable."