Chapter 55: Bridal Games

CYRUS

I carried Ava bridal style from the moment we arrived back at the hotel. We passed the front desk, where the receptionists stared at us like they’d never seen newlyweds before.

“Maybe you should put me down,” Ava said, squirming in my arms.

I tightened my hold on her, locking her into place. “Not a chance.”

I bent down so she could reach the button for the elevator. I stepped inside, and right before the doors closed, another couple stepped in after us.

“Out,” I spat.

“Cyrus!”

“I’m serious. Take the next one.”

“I’m so sorry,” Ava said. “You’re more than welcome to stay.”

The man took one look at my face before grabbing his girlfriend and pulling her out of the elevator.

“Good choice,” I said as the doors closed.

“Cyrus, that was rude.”

“Yeah? And what are you going to do about it?”

Her cheeks flushed, and she wrapped her arms around my neck. “I don’t know. I might need some time to myself to calm down.”

A low rumble escaped from my chest. I did ~not~ like the thought of being apart right now.

“Too bad,” I said.

I released her legs so I could press her into the elevator wall. I pushed the floor button as I crashed my lips into hers. She let out a small yelp before answering my kiss.

I hoisted her up, wrapping her legs around my waist. I felt my cock throbbing as I brushed the hair out of her face to kiss her jaw and neck.

I would have taken her right then and there, had the elevator not chimed indicating that we’d reached our floor. The doors slid open, and I strode toward our bridal suite.

I reached into my suit pocket to grab the key, and my heart hitched. It was empty.

“Oh no,” Ava said. “Whatever shall we do?”

I cocked a brow at her and noticed she was holding the key card and smirking darkly. She wiggled herself out of my hold and took off running, holding up her skirt.

She only made it about halfway down the hall before I caught up with her and threw her over my shoulder and marched us back toward the room.

Ava was squealing and giggling as I opened our door and threw her down on the bed. I rushed back to the door to lock it, and when I got back to the bed, she was gone.

A grin spread over my face as I realized what she was doing.

“You think you can outrun me, little girl?”

I walked over to the bathroom and grabbed the door handle. I twisted it and felt the door click open immediately, confirming she hadn’t locked me out and was playing the same game I was.

I opened the door slowly and found her sitting on the edge of the tub, batting her eyelashes at me innocently.

“There she is.”

I pulled her to her feet and then turned her around and pressed her to the wall. She moaned as I held her there, her lips parted with anticipation.

“Are you going to be a good girl and listen to me?”

She nodded.

“Get on the bed.”

I released her, and she hurried back toward the bed where she sat down and folded her hands in her lap.

“Turn around,” I told her. I started unbuttoning her dress. I slid it down her body, and I turned her to face me again so I could see her bare breasts.

“Lie back.”

Ava did as I told her, lifting her hips so I could take off her dress completely.

I was pleasantly surprised to find she was wearing a garter on her right thigh. It looked so fucking hot that I was immediately ready to burst.

I grabbed her white lace panties and ripped them off her. I decided to leave the garter in place.

Next were my clothes, and I took them off as fast as I could. I wanted to waste no more time. I needed to be inside her. My girl. ~My wife.~

I leaned over her and spent some time getting her ready for me, alternating between licking, sucking, and touching different regions of her body.

She was completely at my mercy, going along with every order I gave her, eager to please.

“You’re being such a good girl for me, baby.”

I kissed her neck and nibbled on her earlobe. She moaned and closed her eyes.

“Anything for you, Mr. Brentstone,” she said, and holy fucking shit, it was the hottest thing I had ever heard.

“That’s my girl,” I said, plunging into her.

AVA

We spent the night ~not~ sleeping. It felt like we had reached yet another level of intimacy. Cyrus and I hit a new record of orgasms and only stopped when we were physically too sore to keep going.

We slept like babies until about an hour before checkout. We got ready slowly and decided to get breakfast on the way back to our house.

Cyrus carried our bags down to the lobby and waited for me while I dropped off the key at the front desk.

“Thank you, Ms. Mayweather,” the receptionist said as she took back our key. “I hope you enjoyed your stay.”

I smiled at her and nodded. “We did, tha—”

“Mrs. Brentstone,” Cyrus said.

Both the receptionist and I needed a second to comprehend what was going on.

“Mrs. Brentstone,” Cyrus repeated. He pointed to the wedding band that had been added to my left ring finger. “Ms. Mayweather is her maiden name.”

My heart fluttered as I turned back to the receptionist with a sappy smile on my face. “Right,” I said.

“Excuse me, Mrs.~ Brentstone,” the receptionist corrected herself and winked.

We walked toward the car, and Cyrus loaded our bags as I checked for the hundredth time the folder that held our marriage certificate.

Cyrus, who was holding the door on the passenger’s side for me, looked up to see what was taking me so long.

I met his gaze, and my eyes darted back and forth between him and the passenger’s seat as I saw a smirk grow on his face.

“Don’t you dare say it,” I told him.

“~Get in the car, Ava~.”

I sighed dramatically and kissed him before getting in.

We alternated between driving and stopping at cute little cafés for breakfast, lunch, and dinner, so it didn’t feel like all we did was drive. Not that I would have minded.

There was little I could think of that felt more relaxing to me than driving around with Cyrus, confined in our own space, the windows rolled down, listening to music we both enjoyed and talking.

The last leg of our trip took us to a small ledge that wrapped around a mountain. We’d taken the same road yesterday, and I’d been a little nervous at first.

I wasn’t afraid of heights by any means, but driving on such a narrow road beside such a steep drop always made me feel vulnerable.

The condition of the road didn’t help either. It was full of uneven pavement and potholes, forcing Cyrus to swerve every few minutes.

I breathed a sigh of relief when we reached the other side of the mountain and the road widened so that we could drive comfortably again.

It had gotten dark, and the road we took was unlit and densely lined by evergreen trees. Cyrus turned on our high beams and told me stories about his childhood to keep me awake.

For whatever reason, he seemed a lot less tired, even though he’d been the one driving most of the trip. He liked driving me around and rarely let me take over.

Cyrus liked driving in general. I often wondered why he had even hired Miles in the first place.

I was jolted out of my daydream by the sound of screeching tires, and I felt Cyrus’s arm shoot out and pin me into my seat.

In a flash, I saw a brown shape crash into the windshield, and then everything went black.