“But I don’t want to leave Oscar,” Patrick said.
“You don’t have to. You can bring him with you,” Betty said from behind Myka.
Myka turned to face her. “That’s an awful lot of work. I can’t impose on you like that.”
“Psht. I already knew about the pup this morning. It was my idea for him to stay along with Patrick. You can’t expect the boy to be separated from Oscar after just getting him.”
“Are you sure you don’t mind?”
“I’m positive. Now why don’t you newlyweds be on your way?”
“Thank you.” Myka kissed Betty on the cheek. “You’re the best.”
“Yes, you are.” Galen kissed her on the cheek as well.
“Bye, kiddo.” Galen ruffled Patrick’s hair and patted the pup.
“Bye. Make sure Myka gets lots of rest.”
One of Galen’s brows arched. “Why does Myka need lots of rest?” He glanced over at her.
“Betty said I needed to stay with her for a few days after the wedding because getting married makes you real tired. She said you two will need some time together to recover.”
Galen slid Myka a sly grin. “Maybe Betty is right. Getting married is tiring.”
“Hey!” she protested.
“But I think it’s also because newlyweds need to spend some time alone together to get used to the idea of being married.” Galen smirked.
Patrick frowned and pursed his lips in thought before smiling suddenly. “Yeah. I guess I can understand that.”
Myka kissed and hugged Patrick before he carried Oscar over to Betty. Betty smiled and waved.
“That was wonderful of you. I think Oscar is perfect. I haven’t seen Patrick quite that happy in a long time.”
“It’s time for all of us to be happy, Myka. We’ve all been through enough. Now we have each other.”
“Yes. It is time for us all to be happy. We are going to be a great family. Now, I’m ready if you are, Mr. Soloman.”
He bent down and whispered beside her ear. “I’m more ready than you’ll ever know, Mrs. Soloman.”
The ride home was going to be interesting to say the least. She was going to make sure Galen was as hot as she’d been last night. And the drive back would give her just the right amount of time to get him worked up enough to give him a preview of what he’d done to her last night. Except tonight there would be no stopping. Tonight there would be no holding back.
After Galen helped Myka into the truck, he went around to the other side, opened the door, draped his jacket on the headrest to let it hang behind the seat, and got behind the wheel before closing the door. After he started the engine and put it in drive, she promptly scooted close to him and placed her hand on his thigh. She looked down at the simple, but elegant channel set band on her finger.
“I love you, Galen.” She snuggled against his side when he wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close.
“I can’t begin to explain how happy you make me, angel. I love you too. You’re more than I deserve. And while you’re all soft and content, snuggled against me and pliant, I wanted to tell you that we are going into town next week and buying a new truck.”
“We’ll see.” She drew tiny circles on his leg with her index finger.
He started to say something else, but suddenly went quiet when she trailed her finger higher until it was a scant inch from his groin. She kept her eyes down, focused on what she was doing, and smiled at his reaction. She loved that she could turn him on as easily as he did her. She drew another small circle, then continued upward, avoiding his cock—just barely—and traced the lines of his abs one by one.
She slid two of the lower buttons on his shirt free, slipped her hand inside the opening, and splayed her fingers over his stomach. His body tensed, and a quiet growl vibrated through his chest under her ear. She rimmed his navel before tracking the thin line of hair that disappeared into the waist of his jeans.
“Myka,” he said gruffly. “You’re killing me here.”
She suddenly stilled her hand, and barely kept a giggle from escaping, when he let out a groan of frustration. She looked up at him and raised a brow.
“The last thing I want is to kill you,” she purred.
“Mykkkka,” he growled.
She sat up on her knees, pulled her dress up to her thighs, then straddled his lap, careful not to block his line of sight on the road. She was happy that the seat was back all the way to accommodate his long legs. It gave her plenty of wiggle room between him and the steering wheel. She bent and nibbled at his ear before kissing his neck.
She breathed him in. He always smelled delicious. His scent comforted her, but at the same time ignited a fire deep inside her. She licked a path back to his ear and whispered, “Is that better?”
“You’re playing with fire, angel. Don’t think that I won’t stop right here in the middle of the road and have my way with you.”
That might worry her a bit if they were on a busier road, but they were well past any other residences. Only her place lay miles ahead, and it was rare to see another vehicle this close to her house. Even the small chance of getting caught might have stopped her a few weeks ago, but she was feeling particularly daring at the moment.
She rocked against him, and moaned when his hard cock nudged against her. Even the layers of clothing separating them couldn’t hide his enthusiasm. Wetness seeped between her thighs. Starting out, her intentions had been to tease him, give a little payback for last night, but her plans had suddenly changed course. All she wanted now was for him to bury that thick hardness inside her until she screamed his name.
Desperate to get him inside her, she reached for the buttons on his jeans, but before she could pop more than two open, he stopped the truck and slammed it into park. Her breath hitched when she looked into his glowing eyes.
“Don’t say I didn’t warn you, angel.”
“Never,” she said right before his mouth crashed down on hers.
His tongue delved inside her mouth, while his fingers tangled in her hair and tugged her head back, allowing him a better angle to deepen the kiss. His other hand traveled over the silk stockings covering her calf and knee, then rested high on top of her bare thigh.
He gave the tie holding her stockings up a gentle tug. “You have no idea how sexy I think garters are,” he murmured.
She moaned in response and slightly tilted her hips, urging his fingers to continue upward on their journey, and he didn’t disappoint. His thumb rested against her clit, and he stroked her back and forth over the panties that were now drenched with the moisture of her arousal.
“So wet just for me,” he said against her lips.
He sucked in a breath when she reached between them and cupped him through his jeans. “So hard just for me,” she whispered. “Take me now, Galen.”
“No need to ask twice, angel.”
Within seconds, he’d popped the rest of the buttons on his jeans and had them around his knees. She gasped when he reached under her dress and ripped her panties off with a flick of the wrist. She shifted up on her knees so the crown of his cock nudged at her slick opening, and he gripped her hips to position her before pulling her down over him.
She cried out as he filled her, stretched her until she thought she’d rip apart. And when her bottom finally rested on the tops of his thighs, a deep shudder shook her body.
“Easy, angel.”
She let the lids she had been squeezing tight flutter open and suddenly felt as if she were falling into the great depths of the glowing hazel of his eyes. But when his lips captured hers, she soared freely, as Galen was her anchor.
The pressure inside her built as he deepened the kiss, and she struggled to get to her knees, but he held her firmly over him, not allowing her retreat. His cock swelled impossibly big inside her, and her need for him grew with every second, every breath, every flick of his talented tongue.