The Risque Contracts Series(76)

Charlotte reached the steps to the platform and I met her at the bottom, clasping our hands together and leading her to her spot. She turned to hand her bouquet of yellow and pink flowers to Elisa, who stood behind her as the Matron of Honor. She faced me again and it took all of my energy not to throw tradition out the window and kiss her. I took both of her hands in mine as the minister began to speak, but I barely heard him. I was awed and completely humbled to be able to call this woman mine in every way imaginable.



My palm slipped down, over the satiny fabric, to land on Charlotte’s delicious ass, but I pulled it away fast when I felt the sting from her slapping my hand away.

“Behave!” she whispered, glancing around the dance floor.

I reluctantly returned it to her waist, grumbling about not being able to touch my damn wife. Charlotte giggled and pulled me closer. “Patience, Gabe.”

I pulled back and glared at her. “Your sister swept you away on Thursday and I’ve barely seen you. I haven’t had you in four fucking days, Charlotte Aldric. Actually, I’ve never had Charlotte Aldric at all. Patience isn’t something I have in abundance right now.” I leaned in close and sucked on the lobe of her ear before practically purring, “As much as I adore dancing with you, holding you in my arms to the music, I need to make love to my wife, sweetheart. And, if we don’t head to our room soon, she’s going to find herself in the nearest room with a door, in a torn dress, being fucked up against a wall.”

Charlotte gasped, but the shiver that ran down her body proved her air intake was from aroused shock rather than outrage. I nuzzled her neck and felt her heartbeat pick up with every kiss and lick on her skin. “We cut the cake, had our first dance, did all of the other traditional stuff, when can we leave?” I could hear the pout in my voice, but I was too far gone in my need for her to care.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and looked up to see Brysen. “Can I cut in?” he asked, a note of smugness in his voice. What the fuck?

“No,” I growled, hugging Charlotte closer. She whacked me lightly on the shoulder and glanced at me reprovingly before smiling at her brother-in-law and attempting to step towards him. I refused to let her go, returning her glare with a stubborn lift of my chin. Brysen smiled at me, almost evilly, and I recognized his game. Trying to cock-block me on my wedding night? I don’t fucking think so. I grasped Charlotte around the waist and bent slightly to lift her, tossing her over my shoulder. She squeaked in protest but as I strode purposefully from the room, her laughter followed behind us.



“Yes! Oh, Gabe! Yes!” Charlotte’s screams of pleasure spurred me on and I pumped into her with fervor, the headboard banging against the wall with every thrust.

Bang!

“Squeeze that pussy, sweetheart. Nice and tight around my cock.”

Bang!

“Come, Charlotte! Now!”

Bang!

“Oh, fuck!”

Bang! Bang! Bang!

I shouted Charlotte’s name as I exploded into a million pieces. I shuddered violently with the strongest orgasm I’ve ever experienced. My cock pulsed as I spurted come inside her over and over, until at last, I felt emptied and collapsed on top of her.

I knew I should move, my weight had to be crushing my little wife. Wife. I’d waited so fucking long to call her that. I gathered my strength and started to lift off of her, but she squeezed her legs around my waist and tightened her arms. “Stay.”

“I’ll crush you, sweetheart.” I chuckled and compromised by rolling to my back and taking her with me so she was lying on me, my still hard cock deep inside her. I ran my hands over her soft skin, everywhere I could reach, loving the sound of her happy, little sighs.

“I love you, Mr. Aldric,” she murmured sleepily.

“Not nearly as much as I love you, Mrs. Aldric,” I said, kissing the top of her head. We lay there for some time, quiet and contented. I thought about our future, the life we were building together and I wanted to ask her...but I didn’t want to ruin the moment. We’d been avoiding the subject, but I knew we’d have to have the discussion sooner than later.

“I can hear your brain working, Gabe.” She lifted and folded her hands across my chest, then set her chin on them. “What’s got you thinking so hard?”

I hesitated, but she lifted a single eyebrow and her eyes gleamed with determination.

“We haven’t revisited the topic of kids,” I started slowly, gauging her reaction. “I told you, I’m ready to start our family, begin our life together. I don’t want to wait.”

Charlotte studied me in silence for a minute, then sighed, but a gentle smile graced her lips. “I know you’re ready, babe. But, you’ve got to remember, you’re at a different stage in life.”