“Ah, ma! Let her breathe.”
“I'm just so excited! Somebody pinch me!” she squealed. “I never thought I'd see my son...married.”
“Well, you got a grandkid quicker too, ma, and Caleb's gonna be the first of many. Hope you're ready for him tonight.”
“Oh, where is the little angel? I want to pick him up now, if that's all right. I promise I'll keep him fed and happy while you're gone for the next week. I raised you, didn't I?”
Something about her smile made me laugh. Roman clenched his jaw, suppressing a smile, and pointed to the baby in Missy's arms.
“He's over there. Go get him, grandma.”
She took a few quick steps away, and then stopped and looked back at us over her shoulder. “Wow. I wish your father could see all this, son.”
“So do I,” Roman said, barely a whisper.
Roman looked at me and stopped. Next thing I knew, those huge, world lifting hands were around me again, but this time they were lifting me up. I howled and kicked my heels, trying not to lose them.
He carried me through the last of the crowd. I reached out and cupped hands with a few grinning cousins, tears in the women's eyes. The wire cage Norm still had around his head bobbed over everybody, and he got his hand into mine too. I smiled when I saw the genuine happiness in his eyes, the giddy and proud spark that said, congratulations, cuz.
“Hey, hey! Not so hard. You don't want to tear this thing, do you?” I whimpered in Roman's ear.
“Babe, we'd better head to the car right now, or else I'm gonna tear it off and fuck you on the floor. No lie.”
I leaned up and we shared another long kiss. Honestly, his crude as hell suggestion didn't sound half bad.
As pretty as this ivory white dress with the bitch heels could be, it was starting to feel like an over-fastened corset, and it was definitely coming off tonight, one way or another.
The limo jerked forward about ten minutes later, surrounded by the roar of our escort from the brothers on their bikes. Blackjack rode in front, and everybody else on the sides, behind him, or else several paces back, forming a long line to the luxury lodge just outside Redding.
I watched Roman chug down a glass of champagne in one swoop, while I'd barely touched mine. “Uh, you know you're supposed to savor the flavor, right? That stuff's like three hundred dollars a bottle!”
He laughed. “Whatever. Doesn't go down half as hot as Jack.”
“Give me a chance. I'll make you a little more civilized now that you're my husband,” I said with a wink, sipping the drink. The sweet, fizzy bubbles swirled in my mouth, mingling with his lingering taste, deliciously pleasant.
“Put that shit down, babe,” he said, unfastening my seat belt and jerking me onto his lap. “You think I've got no taste? That I don't know how to savor anything? I'll show you right fucking now how wrong you are. Just because we're married doesn't mean you know everything about me, woman.”
Holy shit. I tried to guard my dress as he reached up it, his rough hand brushing my thigh, passing above the sleek white stockings clinging to my skin. He went straight for my panties, and had them down in one rough jerk.
“Lay the fuck down. Put your legs up.” He pushed two stiff fingers inside me, and I groaned, trying to close my thighs and completely failing.
“Roman! The driver...it's not that long to get to this place either. You really think this is a good idea?”
You really think it's not happening? the look he wore told me.
“Open up, Sally, and keep sipping that gold stuff in the crystal. Unless you want me to keep these in my pocket all through the reception.” He held my panties up, balled in his hand, white lace that was already soaked.
I almost died at the thought. My trembling legs parted, and his hands cupped my ass, squeezing me and dragging me to his face.
I prayed the driver couldn't see us behind the dark tinted privacy glass. I also wished to God the heavens would open up and explain how he made me feel like a blushing virgin all the time, even after we'd fucked close to a hundred times and he'd knocked me up.
Yep, I kept count too. Tonight, we'd be on number eighty-seven, and well over the hundred mark by the time the week was over.
I knew his appetites. He knew mine. And right now, he dug in, forcing his rough face between my legs, sliding his tongue up and down my folds. His teeth found my clit, pulled it tight, and all my concerns melted like the carbonated elegance rippling in my mouth.
Time distorted as his tongue worked my pussy, edging me closer and closer to climax. It didn't take long. I'd never get tired of this man's mouth on my clit.
Something about seeing him in that suit, thrusting against me with the same mad vigor he'd always had, sent me over the edge.