“Rhys—” I whisper, wondering what my husband is up to.
Between the stolen touches in the helicopter and the whispered words beside the falls where I definitely could feel his thick cock pressed against my back, this private suite overlooking the falls wipes any doubt from my mind that he’s up to something.
“Come look at the falls,” he says, taking my hand and leading me to the window.
My husband places me in front of the big window overlooking the falls,and wraps me up in his arms. He kisses the side of my neck, his beard tickling my skin as he undoes the buttons of my peacoat. He shucks it off me, tossing it onto the coffee table in front of a large leather sofa. I hear fabric rustle as he tosses aside his own jacket and sweater. When he spins me around to face him his shirt is unbuttoned, hanging open at his sides, but I don’t get long to admire his beautiful body because he pulls my sweater over my head, leaving me standing there in my jeans and my bra.
“Rhys,” I whisper. “What if someone sees?”
“No one will see you like this, hen,” he says. “Not ever again. Besides, the windows are tinted.”
“Oh,” I whisper as he drops to his knees in front of me with a smile on his face.
Rhys plucks one boot off my foot before dropping it down and lifting the other one to remove my other boot. He flicks the button and then lowers the zipper on my jeans, all while my heart beats hard in my chest. He pushes the material down my legs, encouraging me to step out of them before grabbing me by the hips and pressing his face into my lace covered mound. He breathes in my scent before grabbing my panties by the waist and sliding them down, leaving me bare in front of him and the giant wall of windows.
He knocks my feet wider and licks me, making me moan as I reach for him, my fingers sifting through his dark hair. Just when I think I’m about to come, he stands and turns me to face the window again, guiding each of my hands up to brace against the glass as he guides my hips back. I’m leaning forward with my feet spread, anticipation spreading along my skin. I hear his clothes being shed and discarded behind me and then I feel the blunt head of his cock for a second before he drives deep inside me.
He fucks me hard and fast against the window, his grip on my hips so hard I know I’ll have bruises. Not that I care, because he fills me so deeply, my body stretching to accommodate his thick length, and I fucking love it. I love when he’s sweet, but I also love when he’s absolutely not.
I claw my nails against the pristine glass getting no purchase as I come so hard, I begin to tip over and lose my balance. Rhys pulls out so fast that I whimperat the loss of him but then he scoops me up and turns me around, positioning me so that my back is pressed against the window and my legs wrapped around his waist. And he drives deep inside of me. I throw my head back and pant as I grab onto the back of his head and guide his mouth to my breast. He bounces me on his cock, and I scream through my orgasm as he bites my nipple only to kiss and lick it better after.
When he can no longer keep us upright, Rhys turns toward the sofa and drops us down so that my back hits the soft leather with his body splayed over me. His cock is still inside me, and he never misses a beat as he fucks me right through the transfer. Finally, he presses his face into the side of my neck as he swells inside me, and I clench around him as he groans, filling me with his cum, his orgasm triggering my own.
We lay like that while we catch our breath, both of us sweaty and disheveled, and he brushes my hair back from my face and kisses me sweetly.
“I love you, hen,” he says, his voice gruff with emotion. “More than I ever thought possible. More than anything ever.”
“I love you too.”
We cuddle on the sofa and watch the falls. We alternate feeding each other strawberries and making love and I never want to leave this room.
But even I know, the bubble has to burst eventually, and as always, it does.
Spectacularly.
Chapter 20
Surprises
Our plane lands in Maryland and it’s weird to be back. I feel so different. Like the last time I was here was like another lifetime ago as I watch the airport go by out the window as the plane turns around slowly to pull up to the stairs. There are press lines lined up with their cameras and a row of black town cars and SUVs for the dignitaries escorting us to the White House.
Rhys takes my hand as the cabin door is opened and we step out onto the top of the rolling metal stairs. We smile and wave, Rhys in his beautiful blue suit with a white shirt and pale blue tie, me in a coordinating blue dress and heels. I pray that I do not trip on these heels and fall down the stairs, breaking my neck in the process. It would be a shame if I managed to circumvent multiple murder plots only to die in a freak accident.Wouldn’t that just shock the hell out of the Serpents?
Vice President Anderson Carter and his wife, Kayla, are waiting with a small contingent from their government to greet us. Rhys shakes everyone’s hand and kisses Mrs. Carter on both cheeks before shaking the vice president’s hand.
“It’s good to see you again,” Anderson greets us, shaking my hand and kissing my cheek.
“It’s good to see you as well.” Rhys smiles. He may be good friends with the president, but he’s comfortable with the Carters as well. They’re safe, from what I’ve been told and what I can tell.
We climb into the back of the town car with the Carters and settle in, they’re sitting backwards, facing us. Kayla and I make small talk on the ride. They have a ton of children, and she seems to love every minute of it based on the smile on her face and the small bump in her belly.
“We had some surprises and early arrivals with your entourage this morning,” Anderson says casually.
By the way Rhys’s body stills, this was not part of our plan and is something else altogether.
“Ahh,” he says coolly. “My apologies, mate. Who were the early arrivals?”
“Your wife’s uncle and your step-grandfather,” he answers as if it’s no big deal that two malicious, murdering bastards have crashed our state visit.