Leena doesn’t move from the head table. She sits there alone while the rest of us, Gage, Wing, and her two sisters, help ourselves. She looks so forlorn sitting all by herself, miserable and frightened, like a little bird fallen out of the nest, helpless and pathetic, that my chest squeezes. It feels like someone just stomped me with a set of steel toed shit-kickers.
I push the strange sensation away. Pity, compassion, whatever. It’s not a feeling that I’m used to experiencing. Or that I can often afford.
I fill up two plates with a little of everything. I have no idea what Leena likes. She could be a vegetarian or something for all I know. I take the risk of offending her with a plate of meat, because it’s not like my very presence there won’t immediately do the job for me. This whole thing is ridiculous.
Kind of like the goddamn erection I’ve been sporting since I set eyes on her.
I know this isn’t a fake marriage. We might have been forced into it, but it’s ours to do as we wish, and she’s absolutely beautiful. Sweet, innocent, huge eyes, plush lips, an ass that I’d love to sink my fingers into while I’m plowing into what is probably the world’s tightest cunt, her gorgeous legs wrapped around my waist.
Fuuuuccckkkk. Thoughts like that are seriously not helping. I nearly drop the plates I’m carrying.
I set them down at the table. Leena dips her head and stares at me shyly from beneath lowered lashes. She doesn’t thank me, but then again, I don’t expect her to. She picks up her fork and toys with the food, though she doesn’t actually eat anything.
I figure I’m making her nervous, staring at her. I turn my attention to my own plate. I tuck into it, my stomach completely empty after the morning’s purge. I can’t shovel food into my mouth fast enough and I realize, after I’ve basically licked the damn plate clean, that it’s probably incredibly unattractive to eat like a beast beside the woman who is now my wife.
I don’t look at her. Instead, I focus on Wing and her sister. I think her name is Stephanie, if I remember correctly. Wing is smiling at her like a fool and she’s smiling back shyly. She says something, and he passes her his uneaten bun. Even fucking butters it for her first.
What the fuck?
I turn to take in Gage and Ami, who are sitting in the middle of the table. Gage is to my left. He’s so drunk that he looks like he’s going to hit the floor at any moment. His new wife looks like she could drink him under the table. I’ve seen her haveat least ten drinks of stiff shit with no mix, and she’s still upright, picking at her food, and staring daggers at her new husband.
Jesus. I’m glad I didn’t draw the short straw. Ami is probably the troubled one that got her other sisters into this mess. She’s probably all of twenty-one or twenty-two, but she’s dark eyed like the devil, with a body made for sin. I can see how she’d lure any man straight down to his doom. Stephanie, on the other hand, is so gorgeous she’s intimidating. The kind of woman that every man secretly lusts after, but no one dares approach, because she’s a goddess up there in the clouds, untouchable.
Leena is somewhere in the middle. Her beauty is understated, but only because she seems shy. Although, it’s her shyness, that gentle sweetness, her timidity that draws me in. I want her to bare that throat to me so I can sink my teeth into that column while I fuck up into her and make sure she knows she’s my damn mate.
I nearly groan. Not that it would matter. The room is so loud that no one would hear it.
I chance a glance at Leena. Her head is still bent. She’s set down her fork, her food untouched. My stomach cramps. I remember how it roiled and twisted just that morning, the nerves wringing me out like a rookie sailor desperate for land. That strange tightness compresses my chest again, like a string twisted around my organs, drawing them away from where they should be, closer together.
Before I realize what I’m doing, I set my hand on the bare skin of Leena’s back, right in the space between her shoulder blades, where her dress dips low. The pale, creamy swell calls out to me, her skin like fire beneath my fingertips,branding me when I should be the one leaving my mark on her. Her breath hitches and she goes completely rigid as I spread my fingers, until my whole palm rests against her bare skin between the thin straps of her dress.
God, I want to haul her out of that chair, take her to the hall, rip that dress in half and fuck up into her like an animal from behind, just so I can bite her after, right where my hand is.
My mouth waters and my dick hardens past the point of pain. It was painfulhoursago. This is nothing short of a punch to the nuts and it’s fucking ridiculous.
I lean in, so that she can actually hear me above the roar in the hall. “We can leave if you want. You look tired.”
Leena turns her head to me, and I nearly drown in those beautiful eyes. “Do I? I’m sorry if that disappoints you.”
I ignore the barb in her tone. “You don’t disappoint me. I’m fucking exhausted. I’m full, I’m surrounded by friends, and I have a beautiful wife to ride bitch on my bike out back. What more could a man ask for?”
Her already pale face goes even whiter. “B-bike? You plan to- to take me to your home on a… bike?”
I grin. “I do belong to a biker club, in case you didn’t know what it was exactly that The Riders did.”
Her lips twitch. She bites down hard into her bottom one, echoing the same movement I want to make, after I plunder her mouth. I want to suck that lip into my mouth, knead it between mine, between my teeth, make her come just from that seductive kind of lingering kiss. My cock nearly punches a hole through my slacks for the six millionth time that night.
“I’m not dressed to ride on a bike,” Leena protests. “Obviously.”
“I have a helmet. That’s all you need.”
“You planned this? To take me in a wedding dress on the back of a bike?”
“It’s not far. You’ll be fine. You can wear my tux. Fucking thing’s uncomfortable as hell anyway.”
Again, she nearly smiles. Her eyes twinkle, betraying her beautifully. I stare at her, sure as hell that I’m seeing the night sky reflected in those eyes, which is impossible, because we’re indoors.
Leena casts a glance at her sisters. Stephanie and Wing are still happily chatting. They look like a good match. Gage, on the other hand, has his head down on the table. I’m not sure if he’ll get vertical again. Ami is looking longingly at the bar. Her eyes sweep the room, as if she’s checking to see if her father or maybe her brothers are going to police her.