RIDE: The Complete Delancey Brothers Trilogy (18 page)

I was standing with my bride, one arm around her, and one holding a flute of champagne. I wasn't going to drink much though. Not when I still had to satisfy my wife.

I squeezed her, letting my hand wander down to her delectable ass. She shot me a look of pure venom. Another well-wisher came up to congratulate us and we smiled politely.

"Would you like to sit down my sweet?"

"I hope you burn in hell."

She gave me another evil stare, a bland smile plastered to her lips for the sake of our guests. I probably deserved that.

I knew her bottom was too sore to sit.

"Are you ready for your reward sweetheart?"

She didn't hesitate.

"Yes, damn you."

I chuckled knowingly.

"Such language. You are a married woman now."

She tilted her beautiful head back and smiled at me.

"If you don't fuck me soon Daniel, you will only be married for one day."

"I'm shocked. You would divorce me so quickly?"

Her smile widened.

"I didn't say I would divorce you."

She sipped her champagne, waving to some friends.

"I would kill you."

I threw back my head and laughed. She never ceased to amuse me, even when she was threatening murder.

She slid her hand to the side, stroking my cock through my pants.

I moaned, my dick rising from just that one soft touch.

Especially
when she was plotting murder.

"Let's go."

She nodded regally and led me towards one of the sheds on the property. It was a little dusty but we'd fucked there before. Besides, I was pretty sure Jackson was in the stables. I was also sure they wouldn't be out for quite a while.

At this rate we would never make it all the way to the house.

Jackson had told me Angelina had given him a taste of his own medicine last night. It was part of the reason he couldn't sit still today. He'd taken no less than three cold showers just to make sure he didn't get married with a giant erection.

I shook my head, hoping Francesca never took it in mind to get revenge on me that way.

Though it did sound kind of fun.

Francesca

"Fuck me damn you."

"Tsk tsk, so demanding."

Daniel was taking his sweet time, teasing my pussy with his soft lips. I wasn't tied up this time, so I grabbed his head, pressing it between my legs. I wrapped my legs around his skull, holding him in place.

He tried to say something but the sound was muffled.

Finally, I released him.

He took a deep breath.

"Christ woman! You nearly suffocated me."

"I did warn you."

"I guess it wouldn't be such a bad way to go..."

"You guess?"

I smiled at him, turning and leaning over the stack of boxes in the storage shed. I reached back and lifted my skirt to my waist. I hadn't worn panties, as instructed.

He groaned, running his hand over my ass.

"So soft... so gorgeous... so red."

He smacked my bottom, making it sting. I arched my back in response. It was crazy, but his spanking only seemed to make me wetter.

But as much as I enjoyed his games I was starting to lose patience.

"You know, two can play at this game. So unless you want to spend your wedding night strapped to the bed you might want to reconsider your next move."

I smiled as I heard him unzip his pants. He was still dressed from the waist up as he pushed his cock into me. We moaned together as we both got what we wanted.

He rode me roughly, as I wanted him to. He always seemed to know exactly what I needed, often before I did. It wasn't long before we were coming, both of our bodies moving as one.

I smiled at him as I cleaned myself off and lowered my dress.

"You know, you may have earned a reprieve, but I will have my turn Daniel."

His face got white and he stammered something about getting back to the party. The rest of the evening he hovered over me solicitously, seeing to my every need. I knew I had scared him with my threat. I spent my wedding night smiling like the cat that ate the canary. I was glad he was nervous. It was good. Anticipation was all part of the game.

Daniel was the perfect husband. Hot, sexy, loyal and considerate.
 

He even provided me with a pillow to sit on during dinner.

I spent the rest of the evening contemplating my revenge.

Jackson

"Please woman, I can't take anymore!"

Angelina was riding me, using a leather crop she'd found hanging on the stable wall. I was getting poked in my ass where I leaned backwards against stacked bales of hay. It's not that I didn't want to fuck her.

I just wanted her to let me finish.

So far she'd come four or five times. But every time I got close, she stopped. We'd been in five positions already, not counting the first time.

My balls were full again, almost to the point of pain. I groaned, feeling the seed rise as she creamed all over my cock. She stopped, reaching back to fondle my balls.

I shuddered, nearly coming, but... not.

"You are a cruel, cruel woman."

She smiled, tracing her finger down my abdomen. Then she leant down and bit my nipple. Hard.

"Ouch!"

"You deserved it."

"Witch!"

I stood up, ignoring her outraged squeal. I hoisted her by her hips, slamming her back into the wall. I drove my cock into her again and again as she hissed at me to put her down.

"No fucking way dollface."

She moaned as I reached down, rubbing her clit as I fucked her senseless. I could not believe my luck. This gorgeous, feisty, outrageously sexy woman was mine.

Permanently.

"I love you wife."

"I love you- oh God!"

I smirked, holding perfectly still as she came all over me. I knew I was dragging it out this way. She deserved a ruined orgasm after everything she'd put me through.

"I'm glad I make you so religious."

She was shaking as the orgasm rolled through her slowly, weakened by the lack of stimulation. I took pity on her and started to fuck her fast and hard.

Besides, I really wanted to come.

"Oh fuck!"

My whole body lit up like a Christmas tree as I shot my load deep inside her. She was coming again now, harder this time. I kissed her to muffle her screams of pleasure.

A few minutes later I watched her trying to straighten her clothing. I was satisfied. I'd done everything I set out to do. I'd made the ornery woman mine.

I had a strong feeling I'd put a baby in her too.

"Hurry up, woman! Everyone will be wondering where we are!"

I looked her over, pulling a piece of hay out of her hair.

"On second thought... nobody will wonder. They'll know!"

Angelina

Jackson was right. We received a lot of teasing about missing the cocktail hour. I blushed a bit. It had been a bit longer than an hour...

More like two.

It was his fault for keeping me locked up all that time. Then springing the wedding on me. Telling me he loved me. Actually, in retrospect, it was kind of cute.

In a caveman kind of way.

I felt a bit better when Casey told me that Daniel and Francesca had also disappeared. As had Elle and Jake.

Apparently no one could wait for their wedding night.

I sipped my champagne, smiling at my newfound family. For someone who'd spent the last six years with only my sister, it was pretty amazing to have gained so many relatives all at once.

Jackson's father was chatting with Casey. I smiled at her fondly as a man came and asked her to dance. She nodded and stood, walking slowly to the dance floor.
 

"She'll be fine."

I looked at Jackson as he ran his hand up my back soothingly.

"What?"

"You are going to break the stem if you grip that any tighter."

I glanced down and saw that he was right. I had a death grip on my champagne flute. I relaxed my hand, setting the glass down on the table.

"Dale's a good guy, he'll be careful with her."

I nodded, letting Jackson pull me into the crook of his shoulder. Dinner was over, and the dancing part of the evening had commenced. It was nearly time to cut the cake.

Jake stood and tapped his spoon against his glass.

"I'd like to propose a toast to my brothers and their brides!"

"Hear hear!"

"As much as I'd love to tell you a bit more about how these four got together, I think-"

Daniel and Jackson tackled Jake, carrying him away from the mic. I hastily grabbed the mic and smiled at the crowd.

"It's time to cut the cake!"

Francesca, Elle and I pressed down on the knife together, laughing as our joined hands fumbled awkwardly. Jake, Daniel and Jackson each cut a piece after that, feeding bites to their brides.
 

Jake put a dollop of frosting on Elle's nose and licked it off. Daniel was about to do the same to Francesca when he was stopped by her cold stare. She whispered something to him and he set his cake down immediately.

I shook my head, watching as Jackson draped a napkin over our slice, handing it to Mrs. G . He said something I couldn't hear and she smiled, hurrying off with the cake.

"What was that all about?"

"I'm saving our piece for later."

"To put in the ice box?"

He shook his head slowly.

"I was thinking I could eat it in bed."

I tilted my head, wondering what the hell he was talking about.

"Jackson, that sounds kind of messy."

"Not if I use you as a plate."

He bit my neck and I shuddered, already aroused.

"Besides, I seem to recall marrying a girl who liked getting messy now and then."

I laughed and kissed him back. I glanced at his watch, starting to wish it was time to go upstairs. I decided to put aside a slice of my own.

And to ask Mrs. G if we had any whipped cream.

He was right. He had married a girl who liked getting messy.

Six Months Later

Casey

"My turn to hold her."

I reached out eagerly as Elle handed me the wiggling little bundle of joy. Elle and Jake had named their daughter Phoenix. And I was pretty much in love with her.

Everyone was.

I walked around the patio in a circle, singing off key to the baby. I laughed. Considering her mother's beautiful voice, it was no wonder the baby looked so confused!

I was walking better these days. The fresh air and holistic doctor Francesca had flown in from Europe had helped. They'd put me on an IV of a special detox blend of antioxidants.

I grinned at the tall ginger man who was watching me fondly from across the room.

He'd helped a lot too.

He was the Delancey's vet. And he was my boyfriend. Once Jackson had asked him about using antibiotics on their horses, a whole doorway had opened. He'd known about the poisonous effects of the drug and never used it on his patients.

So when we met at the wedding, he'd already known all about me.

After that first dance, we found out we had a lot more to talk about. He was wise, kind and very easy on the eyes.

Even Angelina approved, which was saying something.

I carried Phoenix over to stand by my sister. She was opening another present while everyone ooh'd and ah'd. At six months pregnant, we'd decided it was time to throw her a shower.

She was different now. Softer. I knew Jackson had everything to do with that.

He looked kind of goofy as he proudly held up yet another tiny cowboy outfit. To think I'd thought he was intimidating at first. Other than his size, he was just about the kindest man I knew.

I loved him like a brother. I looked around the table. I'd gained three brothers really, and two sisters. Daniel, Francesca, Elle and Jake were there too, along with their father. He'd been doing a lot better lately.

Something to do with a new granddaughter and two more grandchildren on the way.

Francesca was glowing, her bump just starting to show. Angelina griped about that more than once. They were due just days apart and the glamorous Italian was svelte as ever.

Her baby shower was tomorrow.

I sat down, handing the baby off to her proud papa.

Dale took my hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it.

I had a crazy feeling I might be next.

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Chapters

Chapter One - Mistaken

Chapter Two - Seduction

Chapter Three - Explosion

Chapter Four - Premonition

Chapter Five - Infatuation

Chapter Six - Distortion

Chapter Seven - Flirtation

Chapter Eight - Rebellion