CHAPTER 152: Mrs. Sloane Hartley
Kxox chuckles. "I'm sure you'll be alright."
And now it's my turn.
I take a deep breath, trying to speak around the lump in my throat. My voice
wavers, but I don't look away from him.
"Well," I say, "before I met you, I spent my entire life chasing things I thought I
wanted. Boundless affection. Love. The kind of love that would make someone
choose me over the entire world. Every time I thought I was close to getting it, it
slipped away. And I had to start chasing all over again."
I swallow, catching my breath.
"And then you came along. God, you were relentless."
He grins but doesn't speak.
"You didn't wait for me to come around. You chased me like you already knew I
was yours. And the truth is, I didn't stand a chance. Not against these feelings that
are constantly overwhelming. I couldn't not fall in love with you, Knox."
His thumb brushes mine again as I exhale, steadying myself.
"And I promise you, from this day and forever, I'll stay. I'll show up. I'll keep
choosing you, even on the hard days, just as you've chosen me. I'll be honest
with you, even when it's not easy. I'll call you out when you're being a pain in my
ass"
He huffs out a small laugh.
"--and I'll never let you go to bed without knowing how much I love you."
I step in closer, and our foreheads almost touch.
"You're it for me," I whisper. "I really can't wait to start a family with you and be
called Mrs. Hartley."
My lips tremble around the last line.
"I love you, Knox. And I'm not going anywhere."
---KNOX---
I breathe in.
Then out.
Then in again.
I'm trying like hell to keep it together after hearing her vows. I won't cry. I'm a
grown-ass man. And it works. On the outside, at least. But inside? It's a goddamn
floodgate. She cracked something open in me, and now it's all rushing out.
The officiant says a few more words. Something about unity, about the beauty of
what we just promised. I'm barely hearing him now. Everything else but Sloane
has gone into slow motion.
We exchange rings.
Her hand is trembling.
So is mine.
It makes it a little harder to slide the band on her finger, but I take my time. Guide
it gently until it settles into place. Then she does mine, same shakiness, same
carefulness.
I glance up at her after, and damn, she's glowing. I can't tell why it's different.
She's still in the same short white dress, those heels, and that smile. But at this
moment, it looks like she drank the sun.
"By the power vested in me by the state of Nevada," the officiant says, "I now
pronounce you husband and wife. Knox, you may—"
I don't wait.
I take her face in both hands and go straight for her mouth. One hand slips into
her hair, and I feel things come loose—pins, flowers, whatever she put in this
morning. Doesn't matter now.
She tilts her head up, already opening for me. Her lips are soft and warm, and the
second I taste her, I know I'm gone.
I kiss her hard. Deep. Our mouths move fast, no hesitation. Tongue pushing
against tongue, teeth knocking once before we adjust. She grips the back of my
neck, pulling me in tighter, like she wants more of me.
And I give it.
She lets out a sound in the back of
her throat, something low and
needy. I feel it in my chest. She's all
over me, and I'm all over her. This is
probably offensive to anyone
watching, but I can't stop her hands
slide into my hair, and she tugs a
little, just enough to keep me there.
Our tongues tangle, wet and
demanding. I lick into her mouth,
and she sucks on my bottom lip like
she's starving.
The officiant clears his throat.
"You should probably save some for the honeymoon."
We pull apart, both of us breathless and grinning like lunatics. Sloane presses her
forehead to mine, still panting. I give her one last kiss, quicker, softer this time,
and we proceed to sign the paperwork. Afterward, a chapel worker snaps a few
Polaroid photos while we laugh and pose.
We barely make it into the backseat of the rental car before we're on each other
again.
I've got one hand sliding up her thigh, under her dress. My fingers brush lace. I
stop there, not because I want to, but because we've got a driver, and I'm trying to
be halfway decent. But the soft feel of the lace is enough to have me grinding my
teeth.
She's not making it any better. Her kisses are sweet and intoxicating, leaving a
wet trail of saliva down my chin. As if that isn't enough, her hand moves down,
palming the erection that's been torturing me for the last fifteen minutes, and
squeezes. Just once.
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I groan into her neck and press my face there. "I'm going to fuck you so hard, Mrs.
Hartley."
"Mmm." She runs her lips against my ear. "Say that again. Call me Mrs. Hartley."
I press a kiss to the hollow of her throat. "Mrs. Hartley."
"Again."
I come up, cup her jaw, and look into her face. Her cheeks are flushed, lips kiss-
bitten, and eyes heavy with want.
"Mrs. Hartley," I say, and then I kiss her so deep she melts against me.
Thank God the hotel's close. A few blocks at most. If we were in traffic, this would
get indecent fast.
As soon as the car stops in front of
our hotel, we practically run through
the entrance, hand in hand, both of
us breathless and laughing like we're
being chased. I can feel the heat
coming off her skin, see the
wildness in her eyes, and I don't
bother hiding what's mine. People
glance at us. Maybe it's the suit.
Maybe it's the look on my face that
says I'm a man who just got married
and is about to bury himself in his
wife. Either way, we make it to the
elevator bank, and I press the button
with a little too much urgency. The
doors slide open, and she pulls me
inside by the shirt.
The second the doors close behind us, leading straight up to the penthouse, I
grab her again. This time, I don't hold back.
The zipper on her dress gets
halfway down before I lose patience
and tear the whole thing off her
body. This is exactly why you book a
penthouse with a private elevator, so
you can start peeling your wife out
of her dress before you get to the
bedroom. She gasps, half laughing,
but she's just as frenzied, shoving
my jacket down my arms, fingers
fumbling at my buttons.
"Knox," she breathes, "hurry—"
Her dress drops to the elevator floor, leaving her in nothing but those tall heels.
and ripped panties. I grip her ass, pull her into me, and lift her like she weighs
nothing. Her legs wrap around my waist. She's hot, wet, and grinding.
My fingers find her heat, and I sink two inside her.
"Oh, fuck," she gasps, head hitting the elevator wall behind her.
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