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He grinned down the table at our friends, who were clapping and whistling. It was pretty damn loud, and everyone seemed to be getting to their feet as the blood thumped in myhead.
“That’s allIhave to say,” Zane shouted over the ruckus, and then he sat down in his seat like a king, taking me with him. He pulled me into his lap and I buried my face in his neck, hiding my tomato-red face. “It’s alright, babe,” he murmured in my ear. “You didgood.”
Then I felt a hand on my back that wasn’t Zane’s. I peeked up to find Katie standing over me, smiling and bouncing up-and-down, waving me into her arms. There were tears in hereyes.
Zane let me go as I got up and hugged her. I clung to her, actually, as she whispered, “Are youhappy?”
“Yes,” I practically sobbed back. All my emotions were twisted up and amplified, like everything Zane and I had been through was coming together in this one beautiful, embarrassingmoment.
“Oh my god, Maggie,” Katie gushed in my ear, “I’m so happy foryou!”
I groaned in pain. “Is this what it’s like for you? Everyone staring all the time…?” I saw people lining up behind her to hug me; Jessa and Amber and Talia… as the guys piled in on the other side to congratulateZane.
“Pretty much.” Katie laughed and gave me a final squeeze of reassurance. “Or staring at my husband. But you know what? You get used toit.”
Sweet Jesus, I hopedso.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Zane
Jesus,my wife wasfeisty.
First she told me she was so scared she was gonna puke, then she blindsided me with an emotional toast that got me all choked up, then she screwed the hell out of me in the ladies’ room of the restaurant… Then I woke up in my hotel bed in the morning to find her binding my wrists over my head with my own belt and climbing on top ofme.
I was hard as fuck, because she’d woken me up from a really good dream… Although, on second thought, maybe she’d caused the dream. She was running her hands all over my naked body and who knew how long she’d been doingthat?
She was kissing her way down my stomach, too, nibbling and full-on biting as she went, and goosebumps broke out all overme.
“Shit, woman… what’re you doing…?” I asked sleepily, not really caring what the answer was as long as she kept doingthat.
Maggie bit my hip, then swirled her tongue over the spot where she’d probably left little teethmarks.
“I just really, really need to taste you,” she whispered in her husky-sweet morning voice, her warm breath tickling my skin. Her soft fingertips drifted over my rigid dick and I tensed all over. Every nerve was waking up and sparking to life, and I groaned as she licked her way down to my dick. “I need to fuck you, rightnow…”
But she didn’t fuckme.
She took a deep breath instead, her nose against my skin, smelling me. Making littlemmmmmnoises as she brushed her lips over my skin, licking and teasing, but never putting her mouth anywhere close enough to mycock.
“Oh God,” she gushed, like she was almost in pain. “You smell so good. Like, I smell you and I have to have you, immediately. It’s an automaticresponse…”
“Welcome to mylife…”
She grunted a bit of a laugh as she sat up and finally threw her leg over me. She was straddling my hips on her knees, and I felt the warmth and the softness of her bare pussy just brushing against my dick, and it was puretorture.
“I’m gonna fuck you,” she informed me, almost in a daze. As I looked up at her in the hazy morning light, her lips were swollen from kissing me and her eyelids were low. “Without a condom. But you have to make sure you don’t come inside me.” She reached down between her legs to grasp my cock and stroke me, twisting slowly as she spoke. “You have to warn me and I’ll getoff.”
“Getoff…?”
She smirked as she angled my dick where she wanted it. “Get off your dick, Imean.”
“Okay,but—”
She started pushing down onto me, and the words failed in my open mouth. I groaned as I filled her. She was wet and so fucking tight, and it felt like pure, sweet heaven being squeezed by her. If there was an actual heaven, I couldn’t imagine it being any better thanthis.
Maggie, horny, and taking control ofme…
Sure, I could’ve bucked her off and seized control, even with my hands belted above myhead.
