RIDE: The Complete Delancey Brothers Trilogy Page 14

  He'd begged all night. I'd made him swear not to touch his cock until after the ceremony too. In exchanged I'd worn the vibrator for him.

  That probably was part of the reason his cock was practically poking a hole in his pants.

  "Bend over. It's time to perform your wifely duties."

  I didn't argue, turning to grasp the wooden rail in front of me

  I felt my skirt being bunched up around my waist. The air felt cool against my hot skin. He guided his cock to my entrance and pressed forward with a thick groan. I shivered at the delicious intrusion.

  I loved those sex sounds he made.

  Almost as much as I loved knowing I was the one who made him groan like that.

  I stood there, pressing back against him while he fucked me slow and hard. It didn't take long for him to pick up the tempo though. In just a few minutes he was pounding his cock into me like a jackhammer.

  A very sexy jackhammer.

  I felt it right before he came. A strange electrical current passed between us. He swelled and then I felt his seed erupt from his shaft, filling me with warm wetness. Something about that feeling always made me come.

  We shook and shuddered together, huffing like animals.

  I felt him withdraw as he pressed a kiss to my shoulder.

  "I think I'm going to like being a husband."

  I looked over my shoulder at him as he started to straighten his clothes.

  "Who told you you could put your pants back on?"

  His eyes flared appreciatively as I lowered myself to my knees. He grinned, pulling out his already stiffening cock.

  "Oh yeah, I'm going to like being married a lot."

  Chapter Twenty-Five

  Jake

  I had my arm over my bride's shoulders as we wandered around the estate, chatting with the guests. Elle's mom and uncle were here, along with some childhood friends. We'd flown them all out first-class from Ireland. Shirl was here too, as well as Elle's band Black Diamond. They were going to be performing later, when the dancing started.

  But for now there was a string quartet playing by the bar. White flowers were everywhere, along with food and drink stations.

  It was serene and classy and beautiful.

  Just like my bride.

  She kicked my shin. I looked at her, surprised by the sharp jab. She glared at me, hissing in my ear.

  "Why am I the only one who didn't get the kinky stuff, eh?"

  I was laughing as I pulled her behind a tree. I tried not to smirk as I pressed her up against it. She wiggled indignantly as I reached down to pinch her juicy little ass.

  "Is that what you are after, wife? We can get kinky if that's what you want."

  She frowned at me, crossing her arms. Her green eyes sparkled at me the way they did when she was mad. She looked adorable as always.

  She also looked dangerous.

  My bride had grown up on the wrong side of the tracks in rural Ireland. She'd had to kick ass and take names from the beginning. I knew for a fact, she had a long list of names.

  "I'm just surprised to hear that your brothers are so much more enterprising."

  I bit her neck, running my hand down over her belly.

  "You need your rest kitty cat. I didn't want to keep you up too late."

  I lifted her skirt slowly.

  "But I will be happy to accommodate you during daylight hours."

  "Jake Delancey, you are wicked!"

  She slapped my arms but she was laughing. I grinned at her, loving the husky sound of her voice. Then I lifted her skirt and slipped my finger under the edge of her lace panties.

  "I've read that a woman becomes more sensitive during pregnancy. I wonder if that's true?"

  She gasped as I toyed with her folds.

  I smirked.

  "I guess it is. Would you like to go upstairs with me Eleanor?"

  She nodded, her eyes closed. Her lips were pink and open as she exhaled deeply. I gave her a quick kiss before I hoisted her up and carried her to the house.

  It's a good thing her dress was long.

  It swayed in front of us, covering my massive erection.

  Elle

  "Jake- please!"

  My husband had surprised me. We'd been married less than an hour and he was already full of tricks. I supposed in this case I had asked for it.

  I'd wanted kink. Now he was giving it to me. He had tied me to the bed, very carefully of course. He was being extremely gentle as he stimulated every inch of my body with his tongue and hands.

  Too gentle.

  I squirmed against my bonds, my body crying out for release. I was ready dammit! But he was taking too damn long!

  He grinned at me, wagging his finger.

  "Jake- we have to get back to the party!"

  "Nobody will notice."

  He was making lazy whorls against my pussy with his tongue when I used my most no nonsense voice. It always got his attention. He said I sounded like a sexy schoolteacher.

  "Jake."

  He lifted his head, but he didn't stop what he was doing. I fought through the pleasure to keep the stern expression on my face.

  "I am pregnant."

  He grinned.

  "I know sweetheart."

  He lowered his head again, tugging my clit into his mouth and sucking on it. I let out a squeal of pleasure before refocusing on the task at hand. Getting my husband to make sweet love to me.

  Hell, I'd settle for a rough and dirty quickie at this point.

  "Jake."

  "Hmmm hmmm?"

  "Pregnant women need to pee more often than other women."

  He lifted his head, looking alarmed.

  "That means you have less than ten minutes to fuck me before I piss all over the sheets. If that happens, I assure you I will be sleeping elsewhere. Alone."

  He rolled off the bed and yanked his clothes off quicker than a jackrabbit. I leaned my head back and waited.

  I didn't have to wait long.

  "Why didn't you say something sweetheart?"

  I looked up to see my husband's face above me as he gently slid his cock inside me. I sighed in pleasure. He was a perfect fit, now that I'd gotten used to his size.

  Well, mostly used to it. I still felt like a stuffed turkey half the time. But I loved the way he made me feel so small and delicate. I wouldn't trade it for the world.

  I smiled at him cheekily.

  "I was enjoying myself too much."

  His sharp laugh quickly turned into a moan as I started to circle my hips against him. He held back as he fucked me, just like he had ever since I'd told him I was expecting.

  That was not going to cut it today.

  "Jake."

  "Yes love."

  "Pick up the pace."

  "You're sure?"

  "You aren't going to break me, or our little passenger."

  He moaned as he thrust harder, doing as I asked. He drove his shaft home and started to ride me deep and fast. I came in less than a minute, screaming like a banshee.

  He was right behind me.

  When he came, Jake screamed like a banshee too.

  Daniel

  "Where are your brothers and their beautiful brides?"

  I shrugged, changing the subject. I had a very good idea where they were. In fact, I was hoping to sneak off as soon as possible myself.

  I was standing with my bride, one arm around her, and one holding a flute of champagne. I wasn't going to drink much though. Not when I still had to satisfy my wife.

  I squeezed her, letting my hand wander down to her delectable ass. She shot me a look of pure venom. Another well-wisher came up to congratulate us and we smiled politely.

  "Would you like to sit down my sweet?"

  "I hope you burn in hell."

  She gave me another evil stare, a bland smile plastered to her lips for the sake of our guests. I probably deserved that.

  I knew her bottom was too sore to sit.

  "Are you ready for your reward sweethea
rt?"

  She didn't hesitate.

  "Yes, damn you."

  I chuckled knowingly.

  "Such language. You are a married woman now."

  She tilted her beautiful head back and smiled at me.

  "If you don't fuck me soon Daniel, you will only be married for one day."

  "I'm shocked. You would divorce me so quickly?"

  Her smile widened.

  "I didn't say I would divorce you."

  She sipped her champagne, waving to some friends.

  "I would kill you."

  I threw back my head and laughed. She never ceased to amuse me, even when she was threatening murder.

  She slid her hand to the side, stroking my cock through my pants.

  I moaned, my dick rising from just that one soft touch.

  Especially when she was plotting murder.

  "Let's go."

  She nodded regally and led me towards one of the sheds on the property. It was a little dusty but we'd fucked there before. Besides, I was pretty sure Jackson was in the stables. I was also sure they wouldn't be out for quite a while.

  At this rate we would never make it all the way to the house.

  Jackson had told me Angelina had given him a taste of his own medicine last night. It was part of the reason he couldn't sit still today. He'd taken no less than three cold showers just to make sure he didn't get married with a giant erection.

  I shook my head, hoping Francesca never took it in mind to get revenge on me that way.

  Though it did sound kind of fun.

  Francesca

  "Fuck me damn you."

  "Tsk tsk, so demanding."

  Daniel was taking his sweet time, teasing my pussy with his soft lips. I wasn't tied up this time, so I grabbed his head, pressing it between my legs. I wrapped my legs around his skull, holding him in place.

  He tried to say something but the sound was muffled.

  Finally, I released him.

  He took a deep breath.

  "Christ woman! You nearly suffocated me."

  "I did warn you."

  "I guess it wouldn't be such a bad way to go..."

  "You guess?"

  I smiled at him, turning and leaning over the stack of boxes in the storage shed. I reached back and lifted my skirt to my waist. I hadn't worn panties, as instructed.

  He groaned, running his hand over my ass.

  "So soft... so gorgeous... so red."

  He smacked my bottom, making it sting. I arched my back in response. It was crazy, but his spanking only seemed to make me wetter.

  But as much as I enjoyed his games I was starting to lose patience.

  "You know, two can play at this game. So unless you want to spend your wedding night strapped to the bed you might want to reconsider your next move."

  I smiled as I heard him unzip his pants. He was still dressed from the waist up as he pushed his cock into me. We moaned together as we both got what we wanted.

  He rode me roughly, as I wanted him to. He always seemed to know exactly what I needed, often before I did. It wasn't long before we were coming, both of our bodies moving as one.

  I smiled at him as I cleaned myself off and lowered my dress.

  "You know, you may have earned a reprieve, but I will have my turn Daniel."

  His face got white and he stammered something about getting back to the party. The rest of the evening he hovered over me solicitously, seeing to my every need. I knew I had scared him with my threat. I spent my wedding night smiling like the cat that ate the canary. I was glad he was nervous. It was good. Anticipation was all part of the game.

  Daniel was the perfect husband. Hot, sexy, loyal and considerate.

  He even provided me with a pillow to sit on during dinner.

  I spent the rest of the evening contemplating my revenge.

  Jackson

  "Please woman, I can't take anymore!"

  Angelina was riding me, using a leather crop she'd found hanging on the stable wall. I was getting poked in my ass where I leaned backwards against stacked bales of hay. It's not that I didn't want to fuck her.

  I just wanted her to let me finish.

  So far she'd come four or five times. But every time I got close, she stopped. We'd been in five positions already, not counting the first time.

  My balls were full again, almost to the point of pain. I groaned, feeling the seed rise as she creamed all over my cock. She stopped, reaching back to fondle my balls.

  I shuddered, nearly coming, but... not.

  "You are a cruel, cruel woman."

  She smiled, tracing her finger down my abdomen. Then she leant down and bit my nipple. Hard.

  "Ouch!"

  "You deserved it."

  "Witch!"

  I stood up, ignoring her outraged squeal. I hoisted her by her hips, slamming her back into the wall. I drove my cock into her again and again as she hissed at me to put her down.

  "No fucking way dollface."

  She moaned as I reached down, rubbing her clit as I fucked her senseless. I could not believe my luck. This gorgeous, feisty, outrageously sexy woman was mine.

  Permanently.

  "I love you wife."

  "I love you- oh God!"

  I smirked, holding perfectly still as she came all over me. I knew I was dragging it out this way. She deserved a ruined orgasm after everything she'd put me through.

  "I'm glad I make you so religious."

  She was shaking as the orgasm rolled through her slowly, weakened by the lack of stimulation. I took pity on her and started to fuck her fast and hard.

  Besides, I really wanted to come.

  "Oh fuck!"

  My whole body lit up like a Christmas tree as I shot my load deep inside her. She was coming again now, harder this time. I kissed her to muffle her screams of pleasure.

  A few minutes later I watched her trying to straighten her clothing. I was satisfied. I'd done everything I set out to do. I'd made the ornery woman mine.

  I had a strong feeling I'd put a baby in her too.

  "Hurry up, woman! Everyone will be wondering where we are!"

  I looked her over, pulling a piece of hay out of her hair.

  "On second thought... nobody will wonder. They'll know!"

  Angelina

  Jackson was right. We received a lot of teasing about missing the cocktail hour. I blushed a bit. It had been a bit longer than an hour...

  More like two.

  It was his fault for keeping me locked up all that time. Then springing the wedding on me. Telling me he loved me. Actually, in retrospect, it was kind of cute.

  In a caveman kind of way.

  I felt a bit better when Casey told me that Daniel and Francesca had also disappeared. As had Elle and Jake.

  Apparently no one could wait for their wedding night.

  I sipped my champagne, smiling at my newfound family. For someone who'd spent the last six years with only my sister, it was pretty amazing to have gained so many relatives all at once.

  Jackson's father was chatting with Casey. I smiled at her fondly as a man came and asked her to dance. She nodded and stood, walking slowly to the dance floor.

  "She'll be fine."

  I looked at Jackson as he ran his hand up my back soothingly.

  "What?"

  "You are going to break the stem if you grip that any tighter."

  I glanced down and saw that he was right. I had a death grip on my champagne flute. I relaxed my hand, setting the glass down on the table.

  "Dale's a good guy, he'll be careful with her."

  I nodded, letting Jackson pull me into the crook of his shoulder. Dinner was over, and the dancing part of the evening had commenced. It was nearly time to cut the cake.

  Jake stood and tapped his spoon against his glass.

  "I'd like to propose a toast to my brothers and their brides!"

  "Hear hear!"

  "As much as I'd love to tell you a bit more about how these four got together,
I think-"

  Daniel and Jackson tackled Jake, carrying him away from the mic. I hastily grabbed the mic and smiled at the crowd.

  "It's time to cut the cake!"

  Francesca, Elle and I pressed down on the knife together, laughing as our joined hands fumbled awkwardly. Jake, Daniel and Jackson each cut a piece after that, feeding bites to their brides.

  Jake put a dollop of frosting on Elle's nose and licked it off. Daniel was about to do the same to Francesca when he was stopped by her cold stare. She whispered something to him and he set his cake down immediately.

  I shook my head, watching as Jackson draped a napkin over our slice, handing it to Mrs. G . He said something I couldn't hear and she smiled, hurrying off with the cake.

  "What was that all about?"

  "I'm saving our piece for later."

  "To put in the ice box?"

  He shook his head slowly.

  "I was thinking I could eat it in bed."

  I tilted my head, wondering what the hell he was talking about.

  "Jackson, that sounds kind of messy."

  "Not if I use you as a plate."

  He bit my neck and I shuddered, already aroused.

  "Besides, I seem to recall marrying a girl who liked getting messy now and then."

  I laughed and kissed him back. I glanced at his watch, starting to wish it was time to go upstairs. I decided to put aside a slice of my own.

  And to ask Mrs. G if we had any whipped cream.

  He was right. He had married a girl who liked getting messy.

  Six Months Later

  Casey

  "My turn to hold her."

  I reached out eagerly as Elle handed me the wiggling little bundle of joy. Elle and Jake had named their daughter Phoenix. And I was pretty much in love with her.

  Everyone was.

  I walked around the patio in a circle, singing off key to the baby. I laughed. Considering her mother's beautiful voice, it was no wonder the baby looked so confused!

  I was walking better these days. The fresh air and holistic doctor Francesca had flown in from Europe had helped. They'd put me on an IV of a special detox blend of antioxidants.