Surreal (Divine Trilogy #3) (25 page)

About an hour later, they arrived at the restaurant for the reception. While the guests had left after the ceremony, those in the wedding party had stayed behind for a full photo session. Erin couldn’t wait to see the shots Shawn had gotten. It would be nice to display his work in their house where it could be admired by others, unlike the private shots he’d done for their playroom.

Several of the photographs Shawn had taken of Erin the year before in the garden at the spa had been reproduced as poster-size black and white prints. They adorned the walls of their playroom. Jayden’s favorite was the one Shawn had captured of her spread out in the hammock with her hand on a breast, the other between her legs, and her head thrown back in ecstasy while her whole body blushed from the force of an orgasm. That one he had left in color and had blown up to life size. It was the centerpiece of the collection.

The happy couple stood together while the guests came by to congratulate them with hugs and whispered words. They laughed when the embarrassing toasts were made before the meal was served. Jayden and Erin shared their entrees, delicately feeding each other bites.

Erin was brought to tears when it came time for their first dance. Unbeknownst to her, Jayden had made arrangements for Woody to serenade them with a song from her childhood. In his deep baritone, his Irish lilt shining through, he belted out the words of “You Raise Me Up.” Afterward, Woody shuffled Erin around in a small circle while Jayden and Jillian glided around the floor.

She’d never been happier.

When it was time to throw the bouquet, Paige called all the single women to gather around and slipped a silk blindfold over Erin’s eyes. She laughed, a light tinkling sound, when the bride glared at her. Her friend hadn’t forgotten her whiny tendencies where blindfolds were concerned. “Oh, Erin, it has to be fair . . . no peeking!” she chirped.

With a toss, the flowers went over her shoulder, and she hoped she was at least getting it in the vicinity of the waiting women. Erin heard a shuffle, followed by squealing and laughter, and she slipped off the blindfold to see who’d caught it.

Samantha was holding it up with an exuberant smile as she made eye contact with Sir Ryan across the room.

One Ryan Bishop had an adorable, but panicked, look on his face.

Jayden’s arms slipped around her from behind, and he nuzzled into her neck, teasing her with discreet bites and soft kisses that caused a dull throb to spark between her legs. She rested her head against his shoulder for a moment before Sir Landon’s drawl commanded the attention of the room.

“Alright, y’all. Erin and the ladies have had their fun. It’s Jayden’s turn now. I need all the eligible menfolk to step on up if y’all are interested in a piece of the bride’s lingerie.”

She gasped at his announcement, and Jayden chuckled in her ear, sending another pulse of desire shooting between her legs.

“Paige, I need ya to grab a chair and put it in the center of the room,” Landon instructed. Walking over to us, he took Erin’s hand but looked at Jayden, “May I borrow your bride for a moment, Jay?”

Jayden released her to be led over to the waiting chair while he followed behind. With Paige’s help, Erin got her gown arranged and then sat down in the chair, crossing her ankles in demure fashion. While Jayden knelt in front of her, Sir Landon leaned over and whispered in Erin’s ear, “Uh-uh, Darlin’. Assume a proper position. Now.” He winked at her then stood back up.

Erin straightened her back, uncrossed her ankles, and placed her feet on the floor by the legs of the chair in obedience. For good measure, she placed her palms flat on her thighs, just above her knees.

Jayden lifted her left foot, bringing the ankle to his mouth for a kiss. “Good girl,” he whispered and the crowd
ooh’d
him on. Lowering her foot back to the ground, further out from where she’d first set it, his fingers started to trail up her leg, under her dress.

Her heart raced. Landon was turning an innocent tradition into something sexual in front of all their guests, in front of her da. She knew she had to be bright red while glancing around at the men who had gathered to watch and wait for their chance to catch her garter. All of a sudden, Erin was apprehensive about Jayden’s reaction if,
when
, he discovered the surprise waiting beneath her gown.

Why had she listened to Paige again?

She must have tensed up, because her attention was pulled back to Jayden by the soft-spoken tone of his words. “Catherine, eyes on me, sweet girl. You’re doing great.” He smiled, his fingers stroking the back of her knee.

Jayden’s words and touch coaxed her into relaxing.
Maybe this won’t turn out too embarrassing?
He would reach the blue garter on her thigh and pull it down. With a few inches to spare between the satin and her pussy, he wouldn’t notice. No harm.

Suddenly Landon spoke up again. “Steady there, Jayden. I think you’re movin’ a bit too quick.” He winked at Jayden before addressing the group. “So, should Jayden be a gentleman and continue on his polite journey to round up that garter or,” he turned his smug grin on Erin, watching her reaction to his next words, “should he duck under that gown and go after it like a real man, with his teeth?”

Her groan was loud when their audience started chanting “teeth” over and over. She looked to Jayden, pleading with her eyes to please ignore them and get this over with so they could be on their way. Erin was beyond ready to get their honeymoon started.

By her Master’s orders and her lover’s request, she’d not orgasmed in two weeks, nor had she felt his cock in her, or even seen it for that matter, in four. He’d explained he wanted her “virgin tight” on their wedding night and had spent the next two weeks after his announcement teasing her, stroking her to release, but with no deep penetration. With two weeks to go to their wedding, he’d then declared her orgasms would be denied so that he could bathe in her come when he forced her to a squirting orgasm . . . on their wedding night. His reason for keeping it in his pants and hiding it for a month? In his words, because she was, “Too damn tempting.”

Erin knew her begging was pointless when all she got for her silent pleading was a sexy, but smug, grin.

He leaned over and kissed her ankle again before lifting her dress enough to crawl under it. She squeezed her eyes shut and tried to block out everything else. Those two jackasses had decided to turn this into a scene, and she needed to focus and go with it. She’d told Master that she wanted to explore the exhibitionism side of herself more, and they’d been working on it. Catherine just never expected to be pushed at her own wedding.

Jayden was kissing up her leg when Landon moved behind her chair. He leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Relax, Catherine, we’re just havin’ a bit of fun with you.”

Jayden bit her calf, and she yelped, it wasn’t heard over the chanting the crowd was still doing.

Landon straightened up and laughed. “Atta boy, Jayden!” he shouted, encouraging the cat calls.

“Landon,” Erin hissed. If those two were in cahoots, then she was sure he also knew it’d been two weeks since she’d come and that she was walking a very fine line on her control. What he didn’t know was that Paige had encouraged her to do a bit of naughtiness, too. She needed to warn him that their ‘bit of fun’ could have embarrassing results.

He cocked a brow at her before leaning back down so she could speak for his hearing only. “Yes’m, Darlin’, what is it?”

“We might have a problem.” She whimpered when Jayden’s tongue dragged along the edge of her knee.

Landon snickered. “Oh? What would that be?”

“Two fucking weeks, Landon,” she growled at him, and his blue eyes enlarged at her boldness. “Two weeks, no release, and I’m not wearing any panties.”

Erin panted while Jayden’s tongue licked her thigh, tracing the bottom of the garter.
And cue the waterworks
. The thought was valid, considering her lack of undergarment left it blatantly obvious that her lower lips were no longer dry.

“Not even a thong?”

With as little movement as possible, she shook her head. He grasped the situation with an impressive quickness and on a low whistle, let out an “Oh, shit.”

She snorted. “Aye, my thoughts exactly!”

Jayden’s nose skimmed over the top of the garter, again tasting her skin, moving his tongue up her thigh. She knew he’d discovered her little surprise when he stopped moving and exhaled against her with enough force to ruffle the gown. Her body clenched at the heat from his breath tickling the edge of her pussy.

“Landon, help me.” Erin’s whisper was frantic.

At once, his hands went to her shoulders and began a harsh squeezing, digging his thumbs in deep. It hurt, but helped her concentrate. “Deep breaths, Darlin’.”

Under her dress, Jayden shifted so that his head, and mouth, were now in front of her moistening slit.
Oh, god . . . oh, god . . . oh, please . . . Jayden, don’t do it
, she begged in silence.

His tongue brushed her pussy lips. Wide and flat, he dragged it up toward the nerve bundle he’d find swollen and yearning for him.

“Red!”

The encouraging chanting came to an abrupt halt, the room going silent as all eyes in the room focused on the screaming bride—like she’d lost her mind.

Though he began to back away at once, Erin clamped her legs together around his head, halting his retreat. She needed a second . . . or sixty.

“Uh,” Erin stuttered, “Orchids. Aye, the red orchids are beautiful. They were the perfect choice,” she offered in a lame distraction. She felt Jayden’s mirthful shaking beneath her dress.

He gave one last kiss to her thigh, then closed his teeth around the garter and pulled.

Thank god
.

Within moments, he was kneeling next to her, her dress sorted, and her garter dangling from his mouth. Landon gave her shoulders a final squeeze before patting them with an appraising touch.

“Well now, it seems Jayden’s a man after all!” he bellowed.

Everyone laughed, and she couldn’t have been more appreciative of the diversion. Taking a breath, Erin risked a look in Jayden’s direction. He was staring straight at her, his eyes dark with lust . . . and something else, something good. She granted him a shy smile, and he stood up, removing the ring of blue satin from his mouth.

He bent forward under the pretense of kissing her cheek and whispered against Erin’s ear, “I’m very proud of you, Catherine. You will be rewarded very soon.”

She remained frozen, sitting in the chair and gathering her mental faculties, while Jayden threw the garter. In an ironic twist of fate, Ryan caught it. Samantha’s resultant squeal was ear-piercing and caused another round of laughter from the guests.

Cake was next—two elaborate works of art—one chocolate, one Italian crème, and both decorated with orchids. The reception began winding down soon after. Jayden and Erin got in a couple more slow dances, the bride rejoicing in the feeling of her husband’s arms holding her close and secure.

Before she knew it, Paige had grabbed the microphone and was announcing their departure. “The lovebirds need to be on their way, or they’ll miss their plane.”

There was no time for her to change into her traveling outfit. She’d be flying in her wedding dress. They headed outside with the remaining guests while Landon went to get the car.

Erin was in a tight hug with her da when she heard Jayden yell, “Oh, fuck no!” Startled, she spun around and then was overcome with a bout of hysteria.

Landon leaned casually against Jayden’s Wraith, a wide, arrogant grin on his face. Micah, Shawn, and even Malcolm came out of the crowd to stand next to him—and admit their part in it. The car, once sleek and sexy, now looked like an overpriced clown transport.
Just Married
was soaped over the back window, while strands of designer shoes and soda cans trailed from the back. If that weren’t enough, they’d even decorated the car with inflated condoms in all shapes, sizes, and colors.

A flash of anger hit Jayden at the sight of his expensive baby, and an expletive bolted from his mouth. But then he heard Erin’s angelic laughter, and a calmness overcame him. He turned away from the joke that his Rolls Royce now was to take in the love of his life.

Her hand was clasped over her mouth while she tried to stifle her guffaws, but her eyes were wide, sparkling emeralds. She’d never been more beautiful.

“Oh, Jayden, sweetie, I’m sorry.” She tried to say the words without giggling, but failed. However, she also directed such an intense look of happiness at him that he didn’t resist the urge to lean down and brush a soft kiss across her full lips.

Grinning, Jayden relaxed and shrugged. “Oh, well. I guess it’s only fair after what I did to his Porsche when they got married.” He’d made sure his friend came back from his honeymoon to decked-out wheels of his own, knowing he’d be safely out of the country when Landon made the discovery.

“Okay, Mrs. Masterson,” Jayden declared, taking her hand in his own. “I’m ready to get this honeymoon started—if you know what I mean.” He wiggled his eyebrows at her.

She batted her eyelashes. “Me too, Mr. Masterson.”

Jayden helped his wife into the car, then made his way around to the driver’s side. Giving a final wave to their few remaining guests, he ducked inside the car, and they were on their way. When they reached the airport, he continued through the second security gate, which led to the private airfield.

“What are we doing, Jayden?”

“We’re borrowing the company plane, sweet girl. It’s going to take about twelve hours to reach Shannon International Airport, then we have to get the car and drive over to Bunratty. I intend to consummate this marriage while it’s still our wedding day, but what with time changes, it will no longer be July twenty-fourth when we reach our hotel. Can’t very well consummate on public transport, now can we?” Somehow Jayden deadpanned through his spiel. It was commendable, considering he was using a lot of words to say that he simply needed to get her alone to fuck her as soon as possible.

“No, I guess we can’t.” Erin’s grin turned naughty, her eyes filling with a primal hunger.

He wondered what she was thinking, and his cock twitched at the possibilities of what could be going through her head. Jayden knew his girl was eager because of the restrictions she’d been under. What he’d found, or
not
found, under her dress had enlightened him to her adventurous mood. Remembering the incident caused his lips to twitch, too.

Landon had been acting like a clown and egging on the crowd, having assured Jayden that he’d handle Erin while Jayden fetched the garter. Neither one of them had counted on her providing Jayden with an irresistible temptation.

In hindsight, he should’ve known better, but truth be told, Jayden had been surprised to discover her bare and glistening. The shock had drawn a rough exhalation from him that had resulted in her clit twitching and swelling right before his eyes.
How was a guy supposed to pass up that kind of invitation?

He hadn’t. Instead, though he knew it would take little to ignite her into a burning inferno, he’d had to have a taste. A small one, over the outside of her pussy lips so it teased but didn’t induce orgasm.

Once again, she caught him off guard when she’d yelled red. At the time, she hadn’t known his intention to leave her clit alone—and her response caused his heart to swell with pride. Erin had been willing to admit she couldn’t control herself, and she ended the scene. As promised, he’d backed off the moment she used the safe word, but he couldn’t stop from shaking with laughter while she tried to explain away her outburst.

Red orchids indeed.

Bringing his thoughts back to the present, Jayden found a space and parked the car, then helped Erin out. An airfield attendant appeared and grabbed their bags from the car while the couple boarded the small luxury craft. After the formalities of pre-flight checks and safety reviews were done, their flight attendant—who introduced herself as Kristine—brought the couple a fruit and cheese plate, along with an ice bucket holding a bottle of ice wine and two glasses.

He had to chuckle when the crew woman spared a brief glance at him, but let her eyes really roam over Erin. Attempting to be polite in his dismissal, he told her that would be all, and she disappeared through the door to the front cabin, leaving Erin and Jayden alone in the main cabin.

Finally
.

Jayden poured them both a glass of the sweet, crisp beverage—a very
small
glass. Erin passing out on him was not part of his immediate plans. Not from the wine, anyway. He’d gladly allow her to slip into a satiated, well-spent slumber later when he was done with her.

While the plane taxied out to the runway, Jayden doted on Erin, feeding her berries and cheese as they sipped their wine and reminisced about the wedding. However, the moment the pilot turned off the seatbelt sign, letting them know they’d reached cruising altitude and leveled off, the eager man undid his belt and had his wife do the same.

He stood and extended his hand to her with a small bow. “I believe it’s time to get you out of this dress, Mrs. Masterson. If you’ll accompany me to the bedroom, please?”

His bride blushed, and Jayden groaned. That she could still act like an innocent maiden after all the times—and ways—he’d had her, amazed him.

“Turn around, Erin.” One by one, he removed the pins from her hair, followed by the tiny silk buds. Then he worked his long fingers through her braids, undoing the intricate red weaves. Gathering the silky tresses, he moved them over her shoulder, granting him access to her neck. Her response—an involuntary shiver—to the light kiss he planted between her shoulder blades, incensed his arousal. “You’ve made me the happiest man alive today.”

There was a quiet rustle while he began loosening the laces on her dress. “Breathtaking doesn’t begin to describe how enchanting you look,
A rúnsearc
—like a goddess.” He ran the tip of his tongue along the back of her neck and up to her earlobe. Timid giggles and sighs slipped from her, and he sucked the tender flesh of her ear between his teeth, hypnotized by her light scent and taste.

With the back laces of her gown undone, the thin straps slipped from her shoulders and down her arms, and the dress fell and pooled at her feet. Stepping from behind her, Jayden positioned himself where he could view all of her and sucked in a sharp breath. He would never tire of seeing all of her natural beauty on display for him.

Careful to not touch her skin, Jayden reached out with both hands and clasped the J’s dangling from her nipples. “Mine,” he said in a low growl, then moved to capture her mouth in a passionate kiss. Taking her hand, he continued to kiss her while guiding her over the pile of chiffon. He picked up the pricey garment and hung it in the small closet.

When Jayden turned back around, Erin had moved to the bed and was reclining on her elbows in the center, one knee bent.

“So beautiful,” he murmured, more to himself than anything.

His cock was now at full attention and straining against his pants. If it wasn’t released from its confines soon, the pain would become intolerable.
Would she like his surprise, the real reason he’d kept his cock hidden from her for a month?
He’d find out soon enough whether the bothersome pajamas and lonely showers had been worth it.

“Please, Jayden. I need you,” she begged without shame.

Like he would say no
. Jayden unbuttoned his shirt, prowling forward a step as each tiny fastener slipped free of its hole. He let the shirt fall open and undid his pants. Erin was watching his every move with passion in her eyes.

“Are you going to behave?”

“Only if you want this girl to, Master,” she purred, letting her knee fall out to the side so that he had a perfect view down the inside of her thigh.

He chuckled at his insatiable partner. “We’ll play soon enough, sweet girl. Right now, though, I want to worship and make love to my wife.” Lowering his pants and boxers, Jayden bent forward, then stayed doubled over to crawl onto the bed and position himself between her legs.

Leaning down, he placed a kiss at the top of her mons. On instinct, she lifted her hips, a silent plea for more. Jayden followed through, alternating with open mouthed kisses and tiny nips to each of her lingering burn scars. She’d been so ashamed the first time he saw them, but now she looked forward to his loving attention on them.

“I just love when you get this worked up. So responsive to my every touch,” he kissed her hip, “and each caress.” His light, glancing touches across her breasts made her back arch, and he stopped until she settled back. With a deep breath, he resumed his vexing strokes. “The room fills with the heady aroma of your sex,” he pinched one of her pierced buds, “and your delicious nipples get so hard.”

“God, Jayden,” she moaned, “you’re killing me, baby. Please stop teasing. I need you so bad . . . please.”

Jayden stretched his body over hers, holding his weight above her while placing a hand at either side of her head. His cock rested against her warm folds, her erect nipples scratching lightly at his chest, while the sides of his shirt hung down, enclosing them in a private cocoon.

She snaked her arms up and around his neck, then drew him closer to run her tongue over his lips. Jayden willingly parted them, letting her in to enjoy the fruity taste of her mouth while she lifted her hips and started rubbing herself against his erection.

Moaning, he untangled from the kiss and pulled his crotch away from her enthusiastic grinding. Jayden choked a bit while shaking his head. “No, Erin. That feels too good. You’ll have both of us blowing before we’re ready. I know I said I wanted to bathe in your come, but I intend to drink down as much of you as I can first, not have you soak my thighs. That will come later.”

She mewled, and it nearly undid him.

A quick peck to her belly then he moved to get comfortable near her pussy, where he could see the moisture pooling beneath her.
Fuck, she’s so wet
. His tongue nudged between her folds and sought out her clit, then swirled around the hardened nub before he gave it a small tug with his teeth. When he pulled back, her body jerked.

Crawling back off the bed, Jayden sank to his knees at the edge, grabbing Erin and pulling her toward him. She squealed at the unexpected change in position. Once he had her positioned just right, ass at the edge of the mattress and knees bent, he dove in.

With gentle licks all over the outside of her sex, he started flicking his tongue over the tip of her clit. “Erin, my jewel, this isn’t a scene, and I do want you to come when ready, but try to hold it as long as you can.”

Her whimper was followed by a breathy, “Okay.”

That’s my girl
, he thought. Using his left hand, Jayden pried open her swollen lips and resumed licking. Her juices were free-flowing when he lowered his mouth to her opening, where he sucked and lapped with greed at the nectar that escaped her. She was pumping her hips against the bed, and him, and Jayden realized he was making the same motion against the bedspread, his cock seeking any kind of friction it could find.

“Fuck, Erin. Your taste is so good, so sweet . . . so divine,” he mumbled into her quivering sex. Knowing she wouldn’t be able to withstand his next move, he prepared by taking a deep breath. Easing two fingers into her, he breached her over and over, slow and coaxing. She was tight, and they both groaned at the sensation.

He lifted himself onto his knees, forcing her legs up and back while tilting her pussy up toward the ceiling and bracing his bare chest against her ass. Still holding her labia apart, he wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked at the same time he withdrew his fingers, just to plunge the digits back into her. Hard and fast, repeatedly.
Three, two, one . . .

“Oh, shit! Jayden, I’m . . . oh, god, I’m coming!”

Her proclamation was unnecessary, though. He felt the hot blast of her orgasm against his tongue. Squeezing his eyes shut and opening his mouth, he kept pumping his fingers in and out of her. Swallowing when his mouth was full, he opened to catch more of her spray. She continued riding her orgasm for about two minutes.

When she stilled and he slipped his fingers out of her, Jayden’s face and chest were soaked. Drawing the back of his hand across his eyes, he opened them to find his jewel flushed and panting heavily.

“Wow. Oh, wow. That was . . . oh, god, that was amazing, baby,” she croaked and threw her arms above her head.

Happy sounds bubbled out of him, and she lifted her head to look down her torso at him. “Oh, my. Looks like you need some cleaning up.” She giggled and curled her body into an upright position, kissing his lips before she started licking his face to clean it.