  CHAPTER 1
LISA My wedding dress is nothing like my mother would have picked. She would have gone with ivory, sleek lines, very in vogue right now. I haven’t. My dress is head-to-toe lace. A sheath dress with a plunging neckline, high waist, and long, lacy sleeves. I love it. Stepping out into the church on Bullseye’s arm, Palmer turns at the other end of the aisle, looking so handsome in his suit. His eyes burn into mine, a flush creeping over my cheeks as I smile. He likes my dress too. I picked it especially for him. It’s very sweet. My eyes dart over Merch, who is dressed in a matching suit to Palmer and Shelley, looking gorgeous in a cream cocktail dress. Merch is smiling, not looking at anything in particular, and Shelley is glaring at the side of Merch’s face, trying to murder him with her eyes. Oh no. Sliding my eyes back to Palmer, who is smiling broadly at me, I fight the urge to glare at him. Shelley’s eyes can only mean one thing. They totally played a song I asked them not to, thinking because I can’t hear, I wouldn’t know. I don’t want to make a scene at my wedding. Palmer can pay later after Shelley tells me what song they played. PALMER Lisa glides toward me on Bullseye’s arm, looking like a vision in a cloud of lace. She looks so sweet my teeth actually ache at the sight of her. Bullseye is trying not to laugh as the last strains of Broke Ass Bitches fade away, replaced by the pretty piano song again. What Lisa won’t know won’t hurt her. She reaches me, smiling serenely as I take her hands, squeezing them in both of mine. Stepping closer, I make sure our noses are almost touching. I want her to hear every fucking word as I tie myself to her for life. Every. Fucking. Word. The priest talks, saying a lot of shit about love and God. I don’t give a fuck about any of that. I hope he gets to the bit about Lisa becoming mine forever quickly. That’s the part I care about. Finally, he gets to the fucking point. My eyes burn into Lisa’s as I recite my vows, pledging myself to her. A cute pink blush spreads over her cheeks as she listens to my words. She whispers her vows back, and I get to put my ring on her. Fucking finally. Lisa slides a matching ring onto my finger, whispering the additional vows. “You may now kiss the bride.” The best part of the ceremony. Tugging Lisa against me, I cup her jaw, teasing her lips with my tongue, sliding it into her mouth, tasting her sweetness. Just like candy. We break apart as the congregation cheers, but Lisa can’t hear them, her whole attention focused on me. “We’re married,” she whispers. “And we didn’t even kill each other trying to get here,” I mutter back. She giggles, but I’m fucking serious. Out of the corner of my eye, I can see her mother and stepfather, sitting with pinched looks on their faces, glaring at us. They could at least pretend to look happy, for Lisa’s sake. What the fuck ever. She’s mine now, and I’ll spend the rest of my life making sure she never feels a whisper of the disdain they are shooting her way. I shoot them a warning glare, tightening my hold on Lisa’s hand as I lead her down the aisle, enduring the backslaps and whistles the boys are sending our way. CHAPTER 2 PALMER Normally I would always be down to be the last one at a party, especially a party that is going off like my wedding reception currently is. But for the first time, I don’t want to be shooting whiskies with the boys. I want to be alone with my wife. The hotel we are at here in downtown took a large cash payment to look the other way for a Wild Hawks party. Lisa didn’t want to get married at the clubhouse, and I wanted to give her the wedding she deserved. Sliding my hand into hers, I tug her away from where she is laughing with Shelley and Vicky. My eyes slide over to Vicky. She’s dressed in the same color as Shelley. The dress is shorter and different, but they’ve made it fucking clear that they match. My eyes narrow. Vicky is the only groupie invited to the wedding. She’s tight with Lisa. I initially put my foot down, but my sweet Lisa is a cunning one when she wants to be. I was never turning down the offer she made. The memory of her tight ass stretched around my cock… heaven. Lisa calls out her goodbyes as I drag her away. Shelley shoots me a glare – probably for the stunt with the music earlier – but Vicky waves me off, her eyes dancing over to where Rooster is laughing with Aaron and Buster from the road crew. My lips find Lisa’s ear. “Why does Vicky always go for older guys? She’s your age. What’s the fascination?” Lisa looks up at me, an eyebrow arching. “If I tell you, will you keep it a secret?” Uh, sure. “Yep. Not really into gossip.” Lisa rolls her eyes. It hasn’t escaped my notice that I’m literally asking her to gossip about her friend, but I’m curious, so sue me. “She’s not into older guys. She’s in love with Rooster. He’d never do anything other than treat her like a groupie – she’s only a few years older than his daughter – but she sleeps with other members his age to make him jealous. Vicky thinks sleeping with younger guys won’t make him as jealous.” I snort. Fucking groupies. Fucking women. That makes no sense to me. But whatever she’s into, I don’t really care that much. I was always just curious. Shoving Rooster and Vicky out of my mind, I lead Lisa into the elevator, tugging her into my arms, my lips teasing her ear. Lisa looks away at the elevator doors, a small smile playing across her lips. I nibble at her earlobe until a ding rings out, announcing our floor. We’re in the honeymoon suite, and Lisa giggles as we walk in. There are flickering candles, rose petals, and an open bottle of champagne chilling in a bucket of ice. I have other ideas first. I want to cut this lacy dress off her. My lips slide over her ear again. “I want to up against the window, your hands braced on it, facing out.” Lisa doesn’t move, standing stock still, looking up at me with an amused look on her face. A frown tugs my eyebrows down. Lisa has never not immediately moved to obey me in bed. What the fuck is going on. Fuck. A pit is growing in my stomach. Did something more happen to her hearing? “Sweetness? Did you hear me?” Fear threads through my voice. Lisa blinks slowly, shrugging. “I heard you.” Relief courses through me, followed quickly by confusion. “So…?” “So… no.” My eyebrows shoot up. Excuse me? “No?” “Yeah. No.” She’s looking defiant now. It’s sexy and fucking infuriating. Pressing my nose against hers, my eyes burn into her dark brown ones. “Is there a reason behind your no?” Lisa’s eyebrows raise to match mine. “No reason. This Broke Ass Bitch just doesn’t feel like doing what she’s told.” Fucking hell. Fuck Shelley for tattling. Fuck Merch for talking me into that shit. “You know about the song,” I murmur. Lisa steps back, crossing her arms over her chest, glaring up at me, looking furious. “I know about the song,” she snarks back. Oh, fuck. This is bad. “How can I make this right?” Apart from never fucking listening to Merch ever again. Thirty seconds of amusement isn’t fucking worth this. I’m a little worried she’s going to insist I sleep on the couch or something, which so isn’t fucking happening. But Lisa is looking less furious and more thoughtful. “You have to do what you’re told,” she announces decisively. My eyebrows shoot up. “When?” “Now. In bed.” “For how long?” Like, a once-off thing? I like how she obeys me in bed. I’m not willing to give it up forever. “Until I come.” Relief floods through me. Can do. Grinning, I spread my arms wide. “I am at your command, sweetness. What do you want me to do?” Pursing her lips, Lisa’s eyes slide over me. She tips her head to the side, a small smile appearing. I’m starting to feel a little nervous. Do I need a safe word? “Take off your jacket, tie, belt, shoes, and socks. And roll up your sleeves.” Okay. I can do that. Our eyes still burning together, I quickly follow her instructions, leaving my things on the small couch in the living area. Lisa’s eyes drop to my forearms as I roll up my sleeves. Her tongue darts out to lick her lips, my dick twitching in response to the sight. Lisa turns abruptly, walking into the bedroom. “Come on,” she calls over her shoulder. I hurry after her, watching, my mouth dry as she lies on the bed, carefully folding her dress over her stomach, revealing silky white panties covered in lace and a garter belt. I lick my lips, taking a step closer to the bed. I’m glad Lisa didn’t take her dress off. I’ll have her coming in no time. Then I’ll have her up against the window like I want, cutting the dress off her. Lisa holds up one foot, looking pointedly at her little white heels. Right. Closing the distance between the bed and me, I slide off her shoes, unclipping the garter belt and slowly rolling down her stockings, stopping to press kisses along her legs as I do. A darting glance at her face confirms her lips have parted, her eyelids drooping with desire. Her chest is heaving. I’ll have her panting with anticipation before I get to the main event. She’ll come so quickly. Sliding her panties off, I drop them on top of the stockings and shoes on the ground, running my legs back up hers. “What now, sweetness?” I ask, my face turned toward her so she can see my lips move. I’m too far down the bed for her to hear me. Lisa giggles, spreading her legs, and presenting her gorgeous pussy to me. “Now you get to lick the candy.” Growling, I lower my head, hiding my smirk. This isn’t exactly a hardship. She had me by the blue balls. She could have gotten me to do almost anything. Licking her clit isn’t exactly a punishment. I’m not about to let her know that, though. I’m okay with her thinking this is an adequate punishment. It will get me out of a lot of things in the future. My lips close around her clit, sucking lightly as Lisa’s soft moans fill the air. I’ve gone down on her enough to know exactly what will get her off the fastest. I increase the suction on her clit, counting in my head. She’ll shatter soon enough. Her moans grow, but I find my lips moving. She sighs, straining her hips upward, chasing them. Avoiding her clit, I swipe my tongue around it, teasing the edges. I did break an agreement. I shouldn’t be taking the easy route out. That’s not fair. If I’m going to take this punishment, I will take it properly. Lisa deserves more than a quick and dirty orgasm. She deserves the eating out of her life, and I’m going to give it to her, making this a wedding night to remember. Her dress isn’t going anywhere. I can cut it off her at some stage. My tongue curls, still teasing her clit, as I slide a finger into her tight pussy, pumping slowly. Now I have set myself a challenge, I intend to see it through. LISA Palmer abruptly changes his technique. Not that I’m complaining. I was getting close to coming quickly, which was clearly his initial intention. Now he’s teasing me, letting me fall away from the precipice before slowly building me back up. I like this better. It is supposed to be a punishment, after all. His finger inside me curls, finding my sweet spot and jabbing it again and again. I moan louder, gripping the coverlet under my head, rose petals tickling my cheeks, crumpling under my writhing body, releasing their sweet scent as they crease. I’m going out of my mind with need. Palmer finally curls his tongue again, sucking on my clit. His teeth graze it, and I come with bucking hips and a breathy whimper. Lifting his head, Palmer’s face is full of the need consuming me a moment ago. “Punishment complete?” he asks. I nod slowly, anticipation building low in my stomach again, wondering what he wants to do with me over at the window. Or if he has something else in mind. Rising off the bed, Palmer smirks down at me. “Hands on the window, looking out.” My knees are trembling, and my lovely chignon has come loose as I climb off the bed, walk to the window, and rest my palms against the cool glass. The city is lit up around us, but no one would be able to see in because our lights are off. Palmer’s breath brushes my cheek, his heat against my back. His lips tickle my ear. “I’m sorry about the song. I should never have let Merch talk me into it.” “I know.” He chuckles, but the sound fades, and when he speaks again, his tone is very serious. “Don’t move a muscle. No matter what.” My breath hitches, but he has stepped away from me. One of his hands lands on my shoulder, and I stare out the window, wondering what is coming next. Something cold and hard presses against the back of my neck. I swallow roughly but freeze in position, not even breathing. Palmer’s hand moves off my shoulders, gripping my dress. The cold, hard nub moves down, tracing my spine, and there is coolness on my back like it has just been bared to the room’s air conditioning. Oh my. I think the cold, hard metal is a knife. I think Palmer is cutting me out of my wedding dress. I suck in a breath, my heart thumping in my chest, throbbing and slick between my thighs. This is so sexy. “Arms down.” I obligingly drop them. Palmer’s hands land on my shoulders again as he strips my dress off me. The cold metal presses against my back again, and my bra drops away. I feel it against my waist, and my garter belt disappears. “Hands back on the window.” They are trembling as I brace against it again. Thankfully, the next thing I feel is both of Palmer’s hands, warm and soft, stroking over my skin. One slides around my torso, palming my breast, the fingers pinching my nipple. The other slips between my legs, parting my folds as a finger spears into me, pumping slowly. My head tips back as my eyes flutter closed, Palmer’s beard tickling my cheek as his lips move against it. “You keep those hands on the window.” Swallowing, I nod eagerly. Palmer’s finger leaves me, his hand gripping my hip as the fingers of the other keep pinching my nipple. I can feel him at my entrance, and he groans softly against my face as he firmly slides in, burying himself fully in me. “So fucking sweet,” he breathes against my cheek, slowly pumping. My head tips forward, resting against the cool glass between my braced hands. Palmer doesn’t speed things up, taking me slowly, withdrawing fully, and sliding firmly deep again. “I’ve been dreaming amount this moment ever since you stepped into that church,” he gasps into my ear. Me too. His hand leaves my hips, pinching my clit as he tweaks my sensitive nipple. I come with a gasp, an answering growl rumbling into my ear. “Next time, when I tell you what to do, you do it immediately.” I nod, moaning and flushed from my orgasm. Palmer comes with a grunt, withdrawing and picking me up, carrying me to the bed. I lay with the petal-covered white sheet over my chest as Palmer fetches the champagne and glasses, sliding into bed and handing me a flute, tapping his against it. His arm snakes around my shoulders, anchoring me against his chest. “Why Spain?” I tip my head back, smiling at him. He let me pick our honeymoon. I knew exactly where I wanted to go. “I had a trip planned. I was supposed to leave three weeks after I got sick. I was going to spend the summer there. Maybe study abroad.” Palmer’s beard tickles me as he drops a kiss on my temple. “Do you still have your itinerary?” “No. But I know where I was going to go.” “Then that’s where we’ll go. I want you to see everything you wanted.” My heart aches in my chest. I believed a lot of things growing up about people like Palmer, and almost all of them have turned out to be wrong. I’m glad I was wrong, and I’m glad I’m with him now. I tip my head back and grin up at him. “Did you hate it when I didn’t do what I was told when we got in here?” “Yes.” He glowers down at me. “Don’t do that again.” “You took your punishment well.” “I deserved it.” “Yeah, you did.” I snuggle down in his arms, listening to his soft chuckles, sipping my champagne, my fingers tracing circles over his forearm. I slide them down, tapping his new wedding ring. It sits on the stripe of the candy wrapper he has tattooed there – for me. I love it, and I love him. Insisting on moving to San Remo was the best decision I ever made. Hashtag, no regrets. THE END |
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