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Emmett

I was blown the fuck away. Through narrowed slits, I watched my new wife pull on her clothes, her eyes sparkling under the glow of neon lights. She'd met me touch for touch and kiss for kiss, never once relinquishing complete control to me.

She was my match. Somewhere between her dumping that beer over my head like the fearless witch that she was and the most incredible sex of my life, a massive amount of respect shifted the all-consuming hate I had for her.

Considering our situation, I wasn't sure what to do with this new information. After my seething fury over our nuptials and then leaving her standing alone on the sidewalk after the vows, it was a little late to appear the loving groom.

Shoving my cock back into my pants, I zipped them and leapt to my feet when Bella would've darted from the room. I'm sure our situation was just as startling for her as it was for me. Clearly, we both needed a minute to clear our heads.

I caught her by the arm just before she could escape. I felt her muscles tense beneath my fingers. "Where are you headed so fast? I figured we could grab dinner. Should be there when you see our place for the first time."

"I was actually going to the bar. I think I need a couple of shots after that." Bella ruffled her hair as she drug the tangled strands over her shoulder. "Plus, I have some business to take care of."

"Wife, if you are going after Fried Joe …" I started, my hold on her bicep tightening.

Bella yanked her arm away from me, her lashes dropping into a glare. "Do I look like a complete idiot? I'm not about to go after Fried Joe. I will take care of that prick later. I have something else I need to do."

"If you are headed out to see lover boy, you aren't going without me. I'll be damned if you make me a laughing stock by fucking some douche …" Just the thought of Bella with some prick I didn't know minutes after that incredible lay had me fuming. "You are my wife, in case you have forgotten."

She rocked me on my heels when a blush tinted her cheeks. It wasn't until the faint red glow fanned across her cheekbones that I realized how smoking fucking hot she was. Abruptly, she turned to face me and pushed up on her tiptoes. My heart fluttered in response when she pressed a kiss to the corner of my mouth. "I'm going to end things with Jake. If you think you need to be there, then you better get your fine ass in gear cause I'm heading out."

I was surprised by her willingness to let me go with her. I'd been bracing myself for an argument. Instead, she promptly turned on her heel and strode down the hallway as if she owned Chi-Town. I wasn't sure if she owned Chicago, but she certainly owned my eyes as they followed the swing of her hips.

"You want a shot?" Bella asked me as we slid up next to the crowded bar.

"I'll take one," I mumbled as one of my hands rested on her hip, and the other landed on the bar on her opposite side. "What are we drinking?"

Surprisingly, there was no awkwardness as I caged her in. As if we did this every day, her back came to rest against my chest. When the guy to her right leaned in close with a flirty grin, I glared back. "She's my fucking wife; if you would like to keep your teeth, I suggest smiling at someone else."

Her mascara was smudged beneath her eyes, evidence of the hot action that'd happened back in the private room. Without realizing it, I wiped the corner of her eye. Startled by the unexpected tenderness, her eyes flashed to mine. "I thought a few shots of tequila would taste pretty good about now."

My finger curled in her belt loop, and my hips rocked into hers. "Tequila makes the clothes fall off."

"We should definitely get a bottle before we head home," she whispered, her lashes fluttering and her gaze clouding with desire. "Have a proper honeymoon."

Her mention of a honeymoon sent my mind flying in a million different directions. Obviously, when I learned I was marrying my family's rival, I'd been pissed. After that soul-shattering orgasm, however, I was feeling a little different.

With Bella's attention diverted, I grabbed my cell from my back pocket and shot a quick text to my man Jasper. Quickly, I listed a set of instructions on setting up my condo for my new wife, and when I finished, I was about to put the phone away.

My wife's steamy glare caught my attention. "Pissed at me already, woman?"

"Just my man Jasper." With a nonchalant shrug, I handed her the phone. I didn't have shit to hide if Bella wanted to go through the damn cell more than the power to her.

Uncertainty passed over her beautiful face as she looked between me and the phone. Slowly, she handed it back to me without searching the contents. "If it's another chick, I will kick her ass."

"One, it isn't another chick. Two, feel free to look through whatever you want. I have nothing to hide. Three," I murmured as my hand splayed across her abdomen, my fingertips brushing her pelvic bone. "As long as I have this pussy, I'm not going anywhere. Drink your shot, wife."

We stared at one another intently as we lifted the shot glasses and threw back the drink together. The muscle in my jaw ticked as lust speared through my gut. "I could just bend you over right here."

A sparkle twinkled in her bright eyes, and the corner of her mouth lifted with amusement. "I wouldn't stop you, husband."

We threw back two more shots a piece. Feeling the fire of alcohol licking through my veins, I cocked my head toward the door. "Think we need to get our business done and head home."


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