My eyes travel down to Ashton’s crotch and I gasp when I see his erection straining against the seam of his slacks. “What?” he says smirking, his eyes beginning to darken with lust. “It’s you who wanted to say goodnight … I wanted to take you to bed five minutes ago.” I roll my eyes and drag my aroused husband in the direction of the house, still trying to fight the burning embarrassment against my cheeks. “Goodnight guys!”
Laughter can be heard behind us from Mia and Tyler, followed by a, “Goodnight,” as we make our way towards the house, my embarrassment quickly turning into desire to have my husband naked and making love to me.
A sudden whooshing sound escapes my lips as I’m suddenly lifted into Ashton’s arms and my arms instinctively wrap around Ashton’s neck.
“What are you doing?” I gasp with a giggle as he begins to carry me towards the house as if I weigh the size of a feather.
“I’m carrying my wife over the threshold,” he says matter-of-factly as he continues to take one step after the other. Whoops and hollers follow us, and I find myself burying my face into Ashton’s neck, embarrassed from all the attention. The music and the cheers fade into the distance as we approach the steps of the veranda. Once we’ve entered the house, my skin prickles with excitement as we both get close to the only place on this earth where I want to be right now. However, we only make it halfway through the kitchen before the sound of Ashton’s name being called out stills him in his steps. My hands immediately tighten into fists at the sound of Riley’s Barbie sweet-as-pie voice. Ashton hesitatingly turns into her direction, staring daggers at her.
“What do you want? Because as you can see I’m just about to take my wife to bed.” His burley voice makes me jolt, but not because he scared me … it’s because the sudden anger hits my hormones in a way that can make a person self-combust with pure unadulterated lust. I push away the heat I feel spreading throughout my body and focus my fierce gaze on a sheepish looking Riley. She seems a little uncertain as she looks down to her feet before looking up to meet our stares, and taking several steps closer.
“I … um … I just wanted to apologize for last night. Today made me realize how serious you guys are …”
“Just today?” Ashton angrily asks. I try to get down from his arms but he just holds me tighter making it impossible for me to remove myself from his grasp. “You knew she was my fiancée … that in itself told you how serious we were, yet that didn’t stop you, did it?”
She heavily exhales. “I know … I’m sorry. I just … I saw the way you looked at her, as if she was the only person in the world who mattered and I wanted to feel like that, just for a little while.”
“That’s because she is the only person in the world that matters to me, her and Lily. They’re my family.” He clutches me even tighter to his chest, his arms not trembling in the slightest as he continues to bear my weight. Usually I’d feel incredibly awkward in a situation like this, but since it’s Riley, I kind of relish in the feeling of his strong arms keeping me in place, that not a single person or situation would ever be enough to let me go. His subtle action of holding me close to him is almost like a metaphor of his feelings for me.
To sink or swim, to fail or succeed, to do or die … I know he will always be at my side. As my anchor, my hero … and my husband.
“I know that now … I get it. You made a pretty good point earlier today …” Riley says, causing the muscles in Ashton’s shoulders to ripple and his jaw to tick at the impact of her words.
“That wasn’t proving a point to you, it was proving it to my wife, proving to her that she’s my life, the only person I see living my future with. I married Ava today because I love her, and you or anybody else will never take that love away from me, or Ava for that matter. You may have tried to break us up, but it didn’t work because nobody compares to Ava. She’s my forever. Now … if you’ll excuse us, we’re going to enjoy the rest of our wedding night.”
At this point Riley has become non-existent, and I find myself completely spellbound at the words that speak so passionately yet fluently from Ashton’s beautiful mouth. I see his mouth exchange a few more words, but I’m unable to register exactly what he says as the world seemingly disappears around us. All I can see is Ashton, and I find myself wanting to crawl deep inside him, deeper than humanly possible and lose myself within him forever.
Through my lust-filled haze, I can feel movement as he carries me through the house. As we reach the stairs, he begins to carry me to the top. He looks down at my dazed expression with a furrowing frown.
“Are you okay, baby?”
I blink at his question and find myself smiling as I look into his magnificent green eyes that look down at me with sheer love. “I’m perfect … well, I will be once you’ve taken me to bed.” His eyes widen excitedly and his steps get a little quicker, keen to reach our destination.
In seconds we’re outside Ashton’s childhood bedroom, and the moment he comes to a standstill, his eyes pierce into mine, a shade darker. “Are you ready, Mrs. Bailey?” He doesn’t need to elaborate on what he means because the blaze in his eyes tells me everything.
I clutch my arms even tighter around his neck, bringing him close to me until his lips are a mere inch away from mine. “I’ve never been more ready,” I say before I gingerly press my lips to his. Without wasting another second, we pull away and he opens the door and carries me over the threshold. It’s incredibly romantic … until my head collides with the doorframe. I groan out loud and my hand automatically goes to my head, rubbing the sore spot with my hand.
“Shit baby, are you okay?” Ashton asks seriously, worry flitting across his face, but I can still see the distinctive slanted smile forming at the corner of his mouth. I’d be incredibly pissed off if I didn’t find the situation amusing myself.
“Oh my God! That couldn’t have been less romantic if we tried!” I say through hysterical laughter, as I continuously rub my throbbing head.
“I’m sorry,” he says with a chuckle. “But with all laughing aside, are you okay?”
My laughter subsides and I let my hand fall loose from my head, smiling. “I’m fine. It was just a little bump to the head. We definitely aren’t destined for a Hollywood happy ending, that’s for sure.”
“I told you before, fuck the Hollywood happy ending. We have our own happily ever after happening as we speak.”
“Do we?” I ask with an intrigued smile etched along my face.
“Yeah, baby, we do. I’d prefer it to continue with that pretty dress on my bedroom floor though.” And with that, he successfully walks me over the threshold without causing me any bodily harm and shuts the door behind him with a kick of his foot. I, on the other hand, am struggling to catch a steady breath, my insides clenching with a sexual need that feels almost explosive right about now. He heads towards the end of the bed and gently places me on my feet, where I quickly dispose of my shoes.
He takes a step back and his appreciative eyes roam over my entire body, almost as if he’s trying to savor this moment for the rest of his life. Slowly, he takes a step closer and shivers explode across my skin as the tips of his fingers gently graze against the tops of my arms before turning me around, so my back is facing him. His lips find my neck as his chest presses against my back, his erection pushing up against my ass, showing me exactly how much he wants me. I feel a heavy pressure between my thighs, and with every moment that passes by, the heat only becomes more prominent. “This dress …” he huskily murmurs against the pulse of my neck as his lips suck against my sensitive skin. “I love it … you’re so fucking sexy.” A moan catches at the back of my throat at the sound of his cave-man growl.