Zoey informed me that she’d wanted to have the marriage on an off day for the band, but Liam wanted me walking down the aisle the second we arrived in Miami. He couldn’t wait another minute, so the renewal of our vows has been turned into a two day event. The celebration party will be held tomorrow and will be for those traveling with the band as well. Today was just for us and Liam’s close family before the concert tonight.
“Congratulations, my daughter.” Liam’s mother steps up to me and gives me a big embrace.
“Thank you, Mrs. Romero,” I reply.
She shakes a finger at me. “None of that formality. Call me Mama, please. If you ever need anything, I’m here for you. I love my sons, and I’ll be an interfering mother-in-law at times, but that’s me, and it’s the price you pay for choosing Liam.”
I laugh at the mischief in her eyes. “I know you care so much for him, and I’ll strive to be the best wife.” I pause a second. “Besides, I don’t mind the interfering. I’m sure I’ll like it. It may sound strange, but it’ll make my life feel normal, and that’s what I want.”
“You won’t say that when she’s telling you for the hundredth time how Liam likes his paella cooked.” Liam’s father is next to congratulate me.
“Cooking is one thing I can do. I was trained from a young age, but I can’t wait to try out recipes that don’t include basic stew. I’m loving the food on this tour. I have a long list of things I want to try to make.” I wink at Liam’s father. “I might just send Liam home to his mother for paella, though.”
“Good idea,” Gabe agrees from where he’s standing beside his parents.
He hesitates when he approaches me. I know he’s scared after the last time he kissed me, but I’m not going to let him leave without congratulating me properly. I take him in an embrace, and he slowly reciprocates. I can hear the growl from Liam next to me.
“Down, boy,” I tease him. “I’ve only got eyes for you.”
Gabe laughs, and the two brothers hug warmly.
The rest of the band stands together. Tate waves a key card for a room in front of us.
“You don’t need hugs from us. You get enough of them. Go be with your husband.” He hands me the card. “We’ll keep the parents occupied.”
“Don’t be late for the concert, though,” Cameron adds and waves his hand toward where a waiter is standing with a tray of champagne.
Liam takes the key from me and puts it in his pocket before grabbing two glasses from the tray.
“Bedroom, Mrs. Romero.” He licks his lips, and I find myself walking at a fast pace from the beach to the hotel.
People offer us congratulations, and a few take pictures. I should probably care about the fact our photos could end up in the news, but I don’t. I’ve embraced that side of my life. It comes with Liam, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.
It doesn’t take us long to reach the plush Marybelle penthouse suite that’s been booked just for us for a few nights. It’s the most opulent suite I’ve ever seen and is like a mini house. It even has its own pool. Not that I’m interested in that at the moment. My only interest is getting Liam into bed. I need him.
Liam slams the door shut behind us, and I kick my high heels off as I take a sip of the champagne he hands to me.
“Congratulations, Mrs. Romero,” he toasts.
“Congratulations, Mr. Romero,” I return.
“Now get naked.” He winks at me.
I turn around so he can lower the long zipper on the dress I’m wearing. I suddenly pause and pull away from him. “We haven’t any official photos of our wedding, and we didn’t sign the registry book.”
“Don’t worry, this dress will be cleaned and pressed ready for you to wear again tomorrow. The make-up and hair stylist will come back, and we’ll do the photos and everything else then. I just needed us to say I do the moment we arrived here.
“Phew, then make sure you help me out of it before you rip it because that look on your face is dangerous. I’ve seen it lots of times before and have lost panties to it. I don’t want to lose anything I’m wearing right now.”
Liam undoes the zipper, and pulling the dress off my shoulders, he lowers it to the floor where I step out of it. Underneath, I’m wearing a pair of white panties and a bra.
“Okay, we might need to get you new underwear.” Liam laughs, and I speed away from him up a flight of stairs to where I know the master bedroom is situated.
He races after me and captures me, and I twist and turn playfully in his arms.
“Man need woman naked.” Liam acts the caveman as he throws me on the bed and rips my panties from my body. I squeal with delight as he flips me over onto my knees and removes my bra just as quickly.
“Don’t move, I want to watch your pussy glisten as I take off my clothes.”
I do as he requests. I don’t even move my head. I hear his pants lower to the floor with a clunk of his belt. Everything falls silent except my heavy breaths of anticipation while he removes the rest of his clothes.
Eventually, I feel the blunt head of his cock at my entrance. I wait for Liam to push in, and it feels like forever before he does. He enters me fast, but I’m more than ready to take him. I always am. He takes me from behind like a wild animal, the wet sounds of his balls slapping against my heated body as my tits bounce up and down. I groan out every time he enters me deeply and rubs against my sensitive area inside.
It doesn’t take long for an orgasm to hit me. It erupts within my body in a furious explosion that has my pussy soaking itself even more.
Liam pulls out of me and I collapse down on the bed, turning to face him as I do. His cock is still rock hard, and I know he hasn’t come. He slides up my body, kissing me as he goes until he reaches my lips. I welcome him by opening my mouth and letting him inside. Our love making is feverish, and our tongues fight a duel as Liam plays with my breasts, preparing me for a second orgasm. He twists and turns the nipples hard between his fingers. I love the pressure, and it has me writhing on the bed needing more friction between my thighs.
Liam lowers a hand there, and I moan with delight as he pushes a finger inside me. His thumb circles my clit. It’s too much—I can’t take it. My body’s so sensitive, and I launch headfirst into a second orgasm. I’m on fire. I only need the slightest touch, and I’m coming all over his fingers.
“Liam,” I cry out, trying desperately to get air into my lungs.
My head spins with the amount of pleasure cascading like a violent waterfall through my body. After what seems like a lifetime, I find the ability to breathe and eventually think again. Liam withdraws his finger from me and settles over me again ready to plunge his rigid cock unmercifully into me. I want every single bit of what he can give me. I want it forever.
He pulls his hips back, and in one long, smooth stroke he’s filling me. My pussy clamps down on the intrusion and holds him in place until I can no longer bear the pressure in my body. I allow him to pull back and repeat the process over and over again. His hand returns to my nipple and twists.
A random thought hits me as Liam thrusts his hips wildly. “I gave my bouquet to Zoey, but I didn’t throw it.”
“Fuck, not now, I’m about to blow my load. You can throw it tomorrow.” Liam growls loudly like a lion protecting his pride.