Page 43 of Ironside
“That’s sweet of you to say, petal. But I’m older than you by several years, and an outlaw biker. Meanwhile, you’re beautiful, kind, and a successful business woman. Your parents have every right to question whether you’re ruining your life for hot sex.”
I laughed.
“We’ve been dating for months—we’reengaged—and we still technically haven’t had sex."
We were close though. Very close. The customized dilators that Ironside had given me worked like magic. He could comfortably finger me now with no pain. Which was an incredible improvement, considering how bad it used to be when we were first dating.
By the time our wedding night arrived, I was really hoping to be fully prepared for proper sex with my new husband.
“Wait,” I said as understanding dawned on me. “Are you…nervous…to meet my parents?”
Ironside hesitated.
“No. Of course not.”
“Liar,” I said, poking him in the chest.
“Fine,” he relented. “Maybe a little.”
I slid my arms around his middle, nuzzling into his neck. He always smelled so good and I wished I could stay like this for days and days.
“You have nothing to worry about,” I said.
A pause lingered in the air. I pried the blindfold off to meet Ironside’s gaze.
“What if your parents don’t approve?” he asked.
I shrugged.
“Then it’s a good thing I’m the one marrying you. Not them.”
He hummed in thought, tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear.
“Are you sure you don’t want to marry some boring fucker with a desk job?”
I snorted.
“That’s exactly the kind of guy I tried to date, and it never ended well. As it turns out, the bad boy was the only one who was interested in sticking around.”
A pleased smirk curled at the corner of his mouth.
“Bad boy, huh?”
I grinned, snuggling closer against him.
“You do bring out my wild side.”
He swore under his breath, sliding his hands down to cup my ass. I felt his cock twitch to life in his jeans.
“Fuck, petal, don’t talk like that,” he growled. “I’m trying to give you a wholesome moment here, so you can brag about me to your parents when they visit.”
“I’ve been bragging about you for months already,” I protested. “And I don’t even know where we are—”
Lifting my head, I glanced around to find that we were in a meadow, surrounded by towering trees. Brilliant blue sky spread out above us. And in the distance, I could just make out themountain range, capped with a dusting of snow. There were no buildings or manmade structures of any kind.
It was a lovely, secluded place, but I couldn’t see any reason why Ironside had brought us here.
“On our second date,” he said. “You mentioned running your own flower farm one day. So, I thought I’d look around town for available land.”
