He Kissed My Sister on the Day I Was Forced to Wed novel · Chapter 3 of 24

Chapter 3: The Boathouse

Told the housekeeper will check the bed, Sutton decides nobody decides what happens in that room but her.

The boathouse sat at the end of a long dock, white boards and a green roof, with the lake slapping under the floor.

The suite was one big room over the water.

It had a fireplace, a wall of windows, and a bed the size of a small boat.

Somebody had turned the sheets down and put a lamp on.

Roan shut the door behind us and stood with his back against it.

He looked at the bed for a second.

Then he looked at the ceiling like it had personally offended him.

"He's going to send his housekeeper up at seven," he said. "She's been with him forty years, and she'll look at the sheets, and she'll tell him what she sees."

"I know."

"It's a disgusting thing to do to anyone."

"I know that, too."

"I'll take the floor." He pushed off the door and pulled a blanket off the chair. "She can look at a bed with nobody in it. I'll tell him whatever you want, and if he doesn't like it, he can say it to me."

He dropped the blanket on the rug and started taking off his jacket.

I stood in the middle of the room in my mother's dress, with my shoes in my hand, and I watched him.

He had ink on both forearms, black and fine, ropes and stars and the bones of a ship.

The shirt came off his shoulders.

Across his ribs there was a compass, the points of it running down under his belt.

He had a scar on his side, a white rope of it, six inches long.

I'd been looking at him for twelve hours, and this was the first time I let myself.

"Roan."

"Yeah."

"Come here."

He turned.

I put my shoes down very carefully on the floor.

"I told you when I say," I said. "I'm saying."

He didn't move.

His face had gone completely still.

"You've had the worst day of your life," he said.

"I've had a long day. It's not the same thing."

"Sutton."

"Do you want me?" I said. "Not the thing I'm married to. Not what the old man wants. Do you want me?"

His jaw worked.

"Since you got out of that car in your pajama pants," he said. "God help me."

I laughed, and it came out shaky.

"Then come here."

He crossed the room.

He stopped a foot from me, close enough that I felt the heat coming off his chest.

He kept his hands at his sides.

I took one of them and put it on my waist.

"There," I said. "Now you're allowed."

His other hand came up into my hair.

He pulled out the pins one at a time, and I felt each one go.

By the last one I was breathing like I'd run up the stairs.

He kissed me.

It wasn't the kiss from the chapel.

That one had been a show.

This one was slow and deep and hungry, a man who had been told no for twelve hours and had just been told yes.

I got my hands under his open shirt, and I pushed it down his arms until it fell.

His skin was hot, and I traced the compass with my nails.

He made a sound low in his throat that I felt in my stomach.

"Zipper," I said against his mouth. "Back of the dress."

He found it.

He drew it down slowly, inch by inch, with his knuckles brushing my spine.

The whole dress slid off my shoulders and pooled around my feet.

I wasn't wearing much under it.

Roan looked at me and went very quiet.

"Jesus," he said.

"Don't look at me like that. Touch me."

He picked me up.

I wrapped my legs around his waist.

He carried me to the bed and laid me on the sheets like I was something that might break.

I wasn't going to break.

I caught his belt and pulled him down on top of me.

He kissed my throat, my collarbone, the swell of my breast, and I arched into his mouth.

When he took my nipple between his lips and sucked, I cried out and my hands went into his hair.

"Louder," he said, against my skin. "Nobody on this dock but us. Nobody can hear you but me."

He worked down my body, kissing my ribs, my stomach, the soft place under my navel.

I lifted my hips so he could take off the last thin scrap of silk.

He settled between my thighs, and he looked up at me, with his dark head between my knees.

"Tell me what you want," he said.

"Your mouth."

"Where?"

"On my pussy. Please, Roan."

He put his mouth on me.

I had never felt anything like it.

His tongue was slow at first, long strokes that made my toes curl.

Then he found my clit and circled it, and I fisted both hands in the sheets and said his name.

He slid two fingers inside me, and I was so wet that they went in with no resistance at all.

He curled them, and his mouth closed over my clit, and my hips came off the bed.

"Oh, God. Right there. Don't stop."

"I'm not stopping."

He didn't.

He set a rhythm, fingers and tongue together, and my whole body pulled tight.

I came with a shout, and it went on and on.

My thighs shook around his ears.

His fingers kept me pinned to the pleasure until I was begging him to let me breathe.

He crawled back up and kissed me, and I tasted myself on his lips.

"Now you," I said.

I rolled him onto his back.

I opened his belt and his zipper and pushed his trousers down.

When I got my hand around his cock, he swore.

He was thick and hard and hot.

I stroked him from the base to the crown, over and over, watching his stomach tighten.

"Sutton, wait. I'm going to lose it."

"Good." I swung a leg over his hips. "I want you to."

I sank down on him.

It took a minute.

He filled me so completely that I had to stop halfway and breathe.

His hands came to my hips and held me, shaking, not pulling.

"Slow," he said, in a rough voice.

"I don't want slow. I want you."

I took the rest of him in one slow slide.

We both groaned.

I started to move.

I rode him slowly at first, with my hands on his chest and my hair falling around us.

I watched his eyes go dark and his mouth fall open.

He thrust up to meet me, and every stroke hit somewhere deep that lit me from the inside.

I went faster.

"God, look at you," he said. "Look at you."

His hand slid between us and found my clit again, and I clenched around him.

"Fuck," he said. "Do that again."

I did.

The bed knocked against the wall, and the lake slapped the boards underneath us.

I was gasping out things I'd never said to anyone.

"Harder, Roan, please, harder."

He flipped me.

I landed on my back with my legs around his hips.

He drove into me, hard and deep, one hand braced by my head and the other under my knee.

"Mine," he growled, and then, "Say it's yours. Say you chose this."

"I chose it," I said. "I chose you. Oh, God, I'm going to..."

I came again.

It broke through me in waves, and my nails raked down his back.

I heard him groan my name and slam into me once, twice, and then hold, shaking, buried to the root.

He spilled inside me, hot and long, with his forehead against mine.

For a while neither of us said anything.

Then he rolled onto his side and pulled me against his chest, and I felt his heart hammering under my ear.

"Well," I said.

"Yeah."

"The housekeeper will have something to report."

He laughed.

It was a real laugh, the first I'd heard from him, rough and surprised.

He kissed the top of my head.

"I'm going to make her tea," he said. "In the morning. And give her the day off."

I smiled into his skin.

My eyes were closing.

For the first time since Tuesday, my body didn't hurt.

Something hit the window.

It was small and hard, a pebble, and it clicked off the glass.

Then another, and a voice from the lawn, cracked and slurred.

"Sutton? Sutton, I know you're up there!"

Roan went still.

I knew that voice.

"Sutton, please. I'll explain everything. Just come down and talk to me!"

I sat up with the sheet to my chin and looked out at the dock lights.

Reed Hargreave stood at the foot of the boathouse, drunk, in the grey suit, with his arms wide open.

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