"Is that us?" I ask, looking over at my new husband.
"It is, Mrs. Justice."
I love him calling me that, and I wrap my arms around him. "That thing have a bed?" I ask, wiggling my eyebrows.
"It does, Mrs. Justice."
"Looks like you get to fuck me in the air. You really are a superhero," I say, giving him a quick kiss.
He scoops me up, causing me to squeal out in surprise as he walks us to the plane. "You seem to have forgotten that. So I suppose I'll have to show you. But I plan on making love first. Then fucking you."
Captain carries me onto the plane and then buckles me up. I look around and see the thing is bigger than I expected, with bench seating on one side and a table and chairs on the other. There's a door in the back that I assume leads to the bed, and I look at it and then at Captain, giving him a wink. He sits beside me and buckles up as the plane gets ready for takeoff.
"Are you sure you won't tell me where we're going?" I ask, giving him my best soft pouty face.
"Hmm," he says thoughtfully, like he's seriously thinking it over. "Tell you what. If I can get you off ten times before we land, I'll tell you."
"Ten!" I shout, and one of the crew turns to look at me. "Sorry," I mumble, and look back at Captain. I lower my voice this time, not wanting anyone to hear us. "That's impossible."
"Oh, sweet kitten," he says, taking my chin. "You forgot you're married to me."
Chapter Thirty-One
Ryan
I STARE DOWN at my wife, her auburn hair spread out all over the white sheets of our bed. I've said the word over and over again and I still can't wrap my mind around the fact that she's really mine now. Wife.
She hasn't stirred in hours. Not since I pulled her from the plane. She barely even opened her eyes. Not that I blame her. I hardly left her alone the whole flight and I knew she was exhausted.
Her body looks so soft and welcoming. After I ruined her wedding dress, I had to give her my button-up shirt. I'd carried her from the plane into the car and right into our little hut over the water. As I stripped her bare and put her into bed, she didn't make a sound. She didn't wake for any of it. If she hadn't placed a few sleepy kisses on my neck throughout the night, I would have been worried.
She rolls over, her legs dropping open and showing the evidence of all the orgasms I'd given her on the plane. My stubble left little marks on the inside of her thighs. I told her I'd tell her where we were going once I got her to ten orgasms, but my kitten passed out around number seven.
I trail my hand up her silky skin, cupping her pussy in a possessive hold. I never thought this day would come. Having Paige in my bed all spread out before me. The evidence of her belonging to me all over her body. You can't look at any part of her and think she doesn't belong to someone. It might be barbaric, but I don't care. I want her to always look like that. Too many years spent away from her makes me a little inhuman when it comes to her.
She makes me feel whole. Washes away all the dirt that collected on me over the years doing undercover work. Makes me feel clean again. Makes me want to live up to this perfect picture she made of me. Just for her.
Her eyes slowly flutter open, a sexy smile spreading on her face. The sun shines in the window, making the little freckles on her nose show even more "I think you killed me." The words are filled with a lazy pleasure.
I lick my lips, thinking about killing her all over again. I could spend this whole honeymoon doing nothing but feasting on her pussy if she'd let me.
"None of that. I think you've had your fill. I don't even know what country we're in," she laughs, sitting up and going straight for my mouth, despite what she said. She wastes no time climbing into my lap. Fuck, I love that she can't seem to get enough of me, either. Her sassy mouth is always saying one thing, but her body does another.
"I need to feed you, kitten," I tell her, when she finally lets my mouth go.
"You need to tell me where we are," she says, and tilts her head to the side, making me smile because I know what she wants when she does that. I grip both her hips in my hands, pulling her closer and nibbling at her neck until she wiggles in my lap.
I release one hip and grip her hair in my fist, making her give me even more of her neck. I suck hard with every intention of leaving a mark on her.
"Do it," she says feverishly, grabbing on to me, her fingers digging in. "Mark me. I love seeing you on me when I look in the mirror. Turns me on."
I suck on her harder as she moves against me, dragging her bare pussy along my cock. Come leaks out of me, her words alone making me lose control.
"That's it. Oh, God. Mark me." Her words come out breathy, and I know she's already close. She knows just what to say to get me off, sinking her claws into the possessiveness I have for her.