Broken (45 page)

I shook my head.

No. Not a chance in hell. I value my life way too much.

As I drove, I noticed Whitley trying to stay awake. Before I knew it, my princess was out cold and snoring away. I pulled up to the W Hotel in Austin and smiled. I was finally going to bury myself deep inside her after wanting her all day.

Our flight wouldn’t be leaving until two the next afternoon. We were going to Europe for three weeks for our honeymoon because Whitley couldn’t make up her mind on where she wanted to go, so I told her we were going to see it all. I’d never seen her so excited.

I’d asked Reed to stay at the ranch and take care of things while we were gone, knowing Whitley had made arrangements for Courtney to stay at the house also to watch the dogs. I smiled, thinking about the two of them living together under the same roof for three weeks.

As I pulled up to the valet parking, I jumped out and ran around to get my sleeping beauty out of the car. She snuggled her face into my neck as I carried her through the lobby. I was completely intoxicated by her smell.

“I fell asleep,” she mumbled.

I let out a small laugh as I kissed her on the top of her head.

She looked up at me. “I feel like Cinderella.” She scrunched up her nose and smiled that sweet smile of hers.

“You’re more beautiful than Cinderella.” I walked up to the reception desk.

I slowly slid her down, and she smoothed out her wedding dress.

“Oh my! Your wedding dress is stunning!” the girl behind the counter said.

Whitley tried to wake herself up, and she smiled. “Thank you so much. I feel like a princess in it!”

“Well, you certainly look like one,” the girl said.

After we checked in, we made our way over to the bar to grab a quick drink. Before we knew it, other people had bought us rounds, and we had four drinks sitting in front of us. Whitley finished her first drink and looked at me with passion-filled eyes. I jumped up and thanked everyone for the drinks and tipped the bartender. I took her by the hand and led the way to the elevator.

By the time we made it to our room, I was hurting from how hard my dick was.

I will never get tired of being with Whitley. Every time with her feels like our first time.

I opened the door, picked her up, and carried her into the room. I started to kiss her as I brought her over to the bed. She ran her fingers through my hair as she let out a soft, small moan.

“Shit, Whitley, I want you so much.” I set her down.

She slowly turned around and looked over her shoulder. I reached my shaking hands up to her corset and started to untie it. She reached up and held her dress to keep it from falling down.

As she turned around, she looked up at me, biting on her lower lip.

Motherfucker. I want to be inside her more than I ever have.

She smiled as she let the dress fall and pool at her feet. I sucked in a breath of air as I took in what she still had on. She was wearing a white lace bustier with silver accents on it, and it was practically see-through. Her breasts were pushed up and looked amazing. My eyes traveled down to the garters holding on to her stockings. Her white matching thong also had silver accents on it. I was pretty sure my mouth was hanging open as I looked her body up and down. I was feeling greedy to be inside her.

I reached out my hand, and she placed her hand in mine. I stepped backward and helped her out from the dress. I walked her away from the dress and turned her some. I walked over, picked up her wedding dress, and brought it to the sofa where I gently laid the dress across it.

As I turned back to look at her, I almost fell to my knees. The sight of her standing there—dressed in a bustier, thigh stockings, and high-heel shoes—was almost too much for me to take in.

I’ve never seen her look so beautiful.

I was completely breathless. I couldn’t pull my eyes away from her. I couldn’t even move. I stood there and watched as she slowly moved her finger up her stomach to between her breasts and then up to her mouth where she gently bit down on her finger.

“Mother of God.”

She let out a giggle as she slowly kicked off her shoes. She moved her hands down and unclipped her stockings. She lifted her leg up and set it on the coffee table where she slowly rolled her stocking down and tossed it to the side. Then, she repeated the motion with her other leg.

My heart was beating so fast and hard. If she were to touch me with her hand, I would come on the spot.

She walked over and said, “There is a surprise in there.” She peeked down between her breasts.

I smiled as I reached in and pulled out a blue hankie. I snapped my eyes down to hers as she giggled.

“My something blue.”

She turned her back toward me. “Will you take the bustier off, please?”

Jesus, I thought my hands had been shaking from taking off her wedding dress. I couldn’t even grab the buttons on the bustier to undo them.

After I finally unbuttoned the bustier, she turned around and took a few steps back until she hit the end of the bed. She was still holding the bustier up. She smiled as she took it in her hand and set it to the side of the bed. The only thing she had on was her panties.

“What do you want me to do, Layton?”

I couldn’t stop looking at her hourglass body. She was absolutely fucking perfect.

“Um…”

She smiled and sat down on the bed. She slowly lay back and began moving up the bed until her head was on the pillow.

I quickly started taking off my clothes. I’d never removed a tux so fucking fast in my life. I deserved some kind of reward for fastest undressed groom. I walked up to her and stood next to the bed as I watched her look my body up and down while she licked her lips, and her eyes filled with passion. The way we were taking each other in was like we were seeing each for the first time.

“Layton, I’ve never wanted you as badly as I do right now. I can’t take it any longer.”

I swallowed hard. “Touch yourself, baby.”

Her mouth dropped slightly open as she took her hand and slowly put it in her panties. She used her other hand and began playing with her nipple.

Oh my God…I’m not going to last thirty seconds.

She started moaning as she moved her hand faster. “Oh God…Layton.”

I moved onto the bed and took her hand out of her panties as I began to pull them off. As she lifted her hips, I couldn’t take it any longer. I buried my face in between her legs, and she started to call out my name as she ran her hands through my hair. The more she called out in pleasure, the harder my dick got until I couldn’t take it any longer. I made my way up her body and slowly pushed myself into her.

“Jesus, you’re so warm and wet, Whitley.”

“Yes. Oh God…Layton, it feels so good. Kiss me, Layton. Please kiss me.”

“Whitley, I just—”

She shook her head. “I don’t care right now. Please just kiss me!”

I slammed my lips to hers, and our tongues began moving frantically with each other.

“Oh, you feel so good. I’m…oh God…I’m going to come, Layton,” Whitley whispered against my neck as she grabbed on to my arms.

I began moving faster and harder until I couldn’t hold off any longer. I moved my lips down her neck and up to ear as I started to come. “I’m coming…baby. I love you so much, Whitley.”

Whitley moved her head and looked into my eyes as she smiled that beautiful smile of hers. I held my body up by my elbows as we both tried to catch our breaths.

“Layton, that felt so incredible. I’ve wanted you all day. I could hardly stand being near you because I wanted you inside me so much.”

I pushed her hair back and smiled. “It’s just the beginning. I kind of wanted our first time as husband and wife to last just a little bit longer though,” I said with a wink as she smiled bigger. “We have a lot of baby-making practice to do over the next three weeks.”

She nodded and giggled. “I guess it’s a good thing I didn’t pack my birth control pills.”

I sat up and looked at her. “Didn’t you pack before the wedding?”

She nodded and looked at me with so much love in her eyes. “I was going to ask you before we left. If you had said no, I would have just grabbed them before we left, but…I was kind of hoping…”

I reached my hand around her neck and pulled her in for a kiss. “I love you, Mrs. Morris.”

She grinned. “Say that again.”

“I. Love. You. Mrs. Morris.” I kissed her in between each word.

She lay back down as I kept repeating the words and kissing her all over her body.

“I don’t think I want to leave. I want to stay in this hotel for the next three weeks,” she said.

I laughed as I got up. I walked over and grabbed the champagne that they had stocked in our room and poured us each a glass.

“Then, how could I make love to you under Italy’s stars? Or on a secluded beach in France?”

She wiggled her eyebrows up and down. “Well, with those kinds of promises, how can I refuse? Until tomorrow, I want to be with you as much as possible. With my parents being at the house for almost a week and no sex with you, I thought I was going to die.”

I looked down at my dick and back up to her. “Looks like he’s up for the challenge.” I set my glass down and made my way over to my wife.

“Layton,” she whispered, “make love to me.”

I gently entered her body as she grabbed on to my ass and began moving along with me. The sounds she was making only made me want to go slower to make this last longer.

“Whitley, I love you.”

“I love you, Layton. I love you so much.”

As we slowly and sweetly made love again, I couldn’t help but think of us possibly making a baby during our honeymoon. I was overcome with love and happiness as Whitley softly called out my name while I poured myself into her body.

While I held Whitley in my arms, I couldn’t help but think of Reed and Courtney. I only wished they would both open their eyes and see that the two of them were meant to be together. They could be sharing the same love and passion as Whitley and I did.

I rolled over and pulled her body up against mine. “I’ll love you forever, Whitley, and I can’t wait to see your belly grow with our child.”

“I’ll love you forever, too, Layton. I can’t wait either. I want that more than anything.” She smiled as she gently kissed me.

I wasn’t sure how long I lay there, watching her sleep. No longer did I feel lost and alone. I didn’t feel angry or hurt. I was no longer broken. I had been healed by the love of this girl in my arms.

As I started to drift off to sleep, I dreamed of Whitley walking toward me, holding our child in her arms. I tried so hard to see if it was a boy or girl, but something caught my eye. I looked beyond Whitley and saw Mike and my parents walking behind her.

As they all drew closer to me, Mike smiled.

Well done, my brother. Well done.

It wasn’t lost on me how Mitch had been talking to Karen during almost the whole reception. When I’d questioned him about why he was paying more attention to his ex-fiancée than me, he had gotten angry and said they were old friends just catching up. I wasn’t even sure why she was at the wedding. I didn’t remember seeing her name on the guest list.