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  Luke bristled but he kept his composure. “Simone is your ex-wife. She’s my fiancée now.”

  I was shocked to hear that from Luke. Fiancée?

  A forced laughter came from Sam. “You wish. Not in your wildest dreams.”

  I don’t know what possessed Sam to take a swing at Luke, especially when Luke was still in his sheriff’s uniform. Luke dodged effortlessly and returned the favor in full force. Luke’s powerful punch landed on Sam’s beer-belly gut. My ex doubled over and sunk like the Titanic.

  Wasting no time, Luke arrested Sam and Mirandized him. “Samuel Marsh, you have the right to remain silent. Anything you say and do can and will be used against you in a court of law. You have the right to an attorney. If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be provided for you. Do you understand the rights I have just read to you?”

  Sam was cursing a storm as Luke handcuffed him.

  Luke’s deputy, a young man named Jonathan, acknowledged me. “Ma’am, would you come with us to the station to make a statement?”

  I barely registered what Jonathan had said. I knew I should be upset with what had just happened, but what Luke said had made me pause.

  He said I was his fiancée.

  Chapter Seven

  Sam spent the night in the sheriff office jail. Luke released him in the afternoon after advising him to never contact me in any way ever again. Luke even persuaded me to file an order of protection against Sam to stop any harassment in the future.

  Meanwhile, the news about Luke being my fiancée had spread across town like wildfire. In a way, it was a blessing in disguise. I didn’t need to choose one of the brothers. I’m not sure if I could do it anyway. And the next night, I entered the bizarre relationship with the Codys. Nate drafted our secret polyandry contract. As their life partner, I would love and respect and treat them equally. For the legality, I would marry Luke so I could establish my status and be protected in the eyes of the law.

  Nate volunteered himself as my attorney and took care of any loose ends with Sam’s problems. Exactly one month after Sam’s fiasco at the diner, our divorce became final. Not only had Nate successfully helped me to sever any connection to Sam, he also renegotiated the divorce settlement as well. Instead of ending up with nothing, I received about forty percent of the assets Sam had accumulated during our twenty-years of marriage. I was so thankful. Even though they didn’t see me that way, I didn’t want to be a charity case in the eyes of the Cody brothers.

  On the weekend that my divorce became final, Luke and I drove to Las Vegas to get married. We were to rendezvous there with Jamie and Nate. They drove separately. Luke and I got married in a small chapel with Jamie and Nate as witnesses. After the nuptials, Nate and Jamie left us newlyweds to enjoy our honeymoon. Nate had booked us a posh suite at the Venetian as a wedding present.

  That night, we dined at Bouchon before retiring to our suite. We got complimentary champagne from the hotel and to our surprise, a small wedding cake. Luke corked open the champagne while I slipped into something more comfortable.

  I got a surprise from Jamie in the form of a present. A box was in the bathroom with a rose and a card on it. It read: To our beautiful bride. Ours. Not Luke’s. And the postscript said: Don’t let Luke go crazy on you. Remember, we haven’t consummated our married life yet. Or Nate’s. I couldn’t stop grinning like an idiot. I must have been crazy when I agreed to this arrangement. But if that’s what it took to make everyone happy, I’d do my best.

  Jamie’s present was a set of white, lacey lingerie. I shouldn’t have been surprised when the baby-doll bra and panties were exactly my size. I put them on and admired them in the mirror. The lingerie fit well on my body, and I stared at my reflection, realizing I hadn’t felt pretty or sexy in a very long time. The image in the mirror wasn’t the image of a woman who’d been forsaken by her husband. She had become somewhat confident, true to herself and… happy. For years, I’d clung to my marriage thinking I could change Sam into my ideal husband if I forgave him hard enough, when all I needed was to start over.

  Yeah. Starting over. Open a new chapter and fill it with new adventures with Luke, Nate, and Jamie.

  It’d be challenging, but it’d be wonderful as well.

  I donned a bathrobe over the lingerie and came out to my new husband.

  Luke smiled and gave me a glass of champagne. He studied me from head to toe. “Hmm, dare I ask what you’re wearing underneath that robe?”

  I sipped the champagne and put it on the table. With one hand, I untied the robe and gave him a peek.

  He drew a hard inhalation through his teeth as his eyes zeroed in on my chest. “That is so cruel of you to keep me waiting like this.” Luke abandoned his champagne and started pushing me toward the bed.

  “Are we not going to have cake first?”

  “Oh, I’ll be having my cake, all right. You.”

  Luke kissed me long and deep. This was the second time he’d kissed me. The first time was after we were pronounced husband and wife. I wouldn’t count the kiss in the truck when I first got to Bellwood. That kiss was skirting danger. This kiss was full frontal hazard. I found myself burning with arousal when he finally parted his lips.

  I was drunk with lust. I caressed his cheeks, wondering if this feeling had always been there. His five o’clock shadow was rough on my hands, but I loved the sensation so much. He kept pressing his body against mine, and I had no choice but to fall back on the mattress.

  His eyes ravaged my sprawling form. He seemed to go from horny to feral in a matter of seconds. He climbed on top of me, slowly, like a predator that had cornered his prey. My heart beat so fast, I was hyperventilating.

  “I love what you’re wearing.” Luke swallowed hard. His voice had been reduced to a growl. “It’d be a waste if I were taking them off, wouldn’t it?”

  “I think so,” I whispered.

  “Hmmh. But I do want to see you naked, want to see your everything.”

  “Decisions, decisions,” I teased.

  He laughed and kissed me again. He pressed his body against me. His fast heartbeat rivaled mine. His erection against my sex. The bulge underneath his jeans was as hard as rock, and alarmingly huge. A shiver of thrills ran down my spine. Before long, I was wet for him—so ready to be fucked.

  Luke nuzzled the side of my jaw, then my neck. He groped me all over before he pushed my bra down just to enough to expose my breasts. “I knew it. They had to be pretty. Red like strawberries.”

  My heart swelled at his compliment.

  He tightened his large hand on my breast and plucked my nipple. He licked it like he had the cherry topping on a mound of whipped cream. The way he teased my sensitive bud made me lose my mind. I whimpered in pleasure. He seemed to like it when I did. His eyes blazed with fire.

  “God, you sound so damn sexy.” Luke sucked my breast hard.

  I threw my head back and stretched out in pleasure. The ecstasy seeped into my every vein, making my toes curl with every suck. He slid his hand inside my panties and stroked my pussy lips. A delighted noise escaped from his throat. He pushed a finger inside me. Then another. He then fucked me with his fingers as he bit, nipped, and sucked my breasts.

  He expertly stroked my pussy, hitting all the right notes. I gasped and moaned and suddenly the orgasm lit me like a firework on the Fourth of July. My pussy spasmed around his fingers, and my juice wetted his hand. He growled again and pulled out his digits.

  “Jesus, Simone. Turn around,” he said thickly. “I want to fuck you until you can’t remember my name.”

  I don’t know why, but it so fucking turned me on. He had this animalistic kind of charm that could make women wet with one touch. I rolled on my stomach and presented myself to him. He arranged my limbs and pushed my ass higher so I soon found myself on all fours. I could feel his hot breath on my skin as he examined my panties-clad ass. He pushed the thin strip of the lace fabric that covered my sex.

  “God, your pussy is fucking pretty,
too.”

  I yelped in surprise when he licked my opening.

  He laughed heartily and positioned me again the way he liked. I buried my face in the pillow as he licked and sucked my pussy lips. Sucked my clit until I begged him to stop. I couldn’t take too much pleasure at once.

  And of course, he wouldn’t.

  The second firework came through me like a hurricane. It raked my body thoroughly. High-voltage pleasure jolted and seared my every nerve ending. When he finally let me go, I momentarily forgot his name. Duke? Damn. Luke. When I said it, the name felt heavy on the tip of my tongue.

  “Stay still,” he ordered.

  I heard his fly zipping and the rustling of fabric behind me. Then, I felt him. The blunt tip of his cock nudged my wet opening. “Aren’t you forgetting something?” I struggled between words. My thoughts were still scrambled in my brain.

  “Condom, you mean?” Luke squeezed my ass. “You’re my wife. And this is our honeymoon.”

  Oh. Yes. I guessed it made sense.

  “Simone.” Luke grunted. “I…”

  “Yes? Oh!” His cock stretched me open and penetrated me until it hit my cervix. He sheathed himself inside me balls deep. He hadn’t fucked me yet, and I’d already lost my mind. It was hot. Throbbing. I could feel the texture of his shaft, veined yet as smooth as luxurious velvet. He pulled slowly until his cockhead almost left my opening before pushing back in to the hilt. It was devastatingly good. The pleasure made my spine tingle and every fiber of my being scream with ecstasy.

  I whimpered in delight as he thrust and pulled, branding me with his primal lust. The pleasure gathered. He grunted and fucked me faster and harder. He had barely hammered me with a dozen strokes when a violent climax ambushed me.

  I came, but it didn’t stop Luke from battering me with more torrential fucks. The pleasure catapulted me onto cloud nine. My screams were muffled by the pillow. He kept on pounding. A dozen strokes. Two dozen. The sensation was unbelievable.

  Just when I was about to come again, he withdrew completely and flipped me on my back. Without losing a beat, he penetrated me again and picked up speed. He kissed me. I kissed him back. We moved in cadence as the opera of lust headed toward the final rapture.

  Luke lunged and yanked, thrust and pulled with all his might, as hard as he could—brutal and primal. I clung to him and wrapped my legs around his waist, trying to meet his slams. He pinned me and jackhammered into me with thrusts hard enough to bruise me for days. But I didn’t care. He fucked me another dozen strokes when an unmerciful climax swept me up in its path. I came. Long and hard. So hard, I saw stars before my eyes.

  Luke came with me this time, his body becoming rigid as he ejaculated. One. Two. Three more spasms. His cock shuddered. Two more spasms. My pussy quivered and milked his shaft until he had nothing more to empty.

  I almost drifted off to sleep when he finally pulled out of me. Luke kissed me. Gently.

  “I love you,” he said seriously.

  I opened my mouth to say the same, but he pressed a finger on my lips.

  “Don’t say it.”

  I arched my eyebrows. Huh?

  “I know you love me, but don’t say it just yet. Only say it when your feelings change. When you can’t stand being away from me. When you lust over me and can’t wait to have me for yourself. Those kinds of feelings. I want you to have those. And when you do, I’ll be very, very happy.”

  Whoa. I’d never seen this mushy side of Luke. I liked it.

  “Okay.” I nodded furiously.

  “Thank you.” He pecked the top of my nose. “Tired?”

  “No.”

  “Ah-huh. I saw you doze off.”

  I ran my hand along the curve of his neck. “I don’t want to sleep on our wedding night.”

  “Good, because I have a plenty of ideas. The night is still young.”

  “Like what?”

  Luke smiled wickedly. “I… may have some toys.”

  Good lord. Is he more fiendish in bed than his brothers? “I didn’t peg you as the adventurous type.”

  “Hmmh.” Luke sat up and started to undress. His jeans were wide open. His cock was hard again. “Did you forget my name yet?”

  “Almost.”

  He kissed my lips, and his eyes twinkled. “Let’s work on that.”

  The End

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  Lizzie Lynn Lee Bibliography

  Shunga Chronicles:Lady of the Snow

  Love in the Elevator

  Shunga Chronicles:Prince and the Assassin

  Payback

  Shunga Chronicles: Flight of the Heron

  Wicked Game

  Eve Aizawa: Eve of Seduction

  Busted

  Eve Aizawa: Deus Eve Machina

  Sexopalooza

  Switched

  Cyber Lover

  Jumping Bones

  The Wolf She Married

  Savannah’s Menage

  Charly’s Chocolate Factory with Celia Kyle

  Original Sin

  Lycan Wars 1: Instinct

  Claimed

  Hot-Blooded

  Fierce Heat with Celia Kyle

  Orient Fevre

  Gilded Cage

  Corporate Plaything

  Spirit World: Maison Plaisir

  To Bed A Goddess

  The Last Siren

  The Donor

  The Alien King and I

  Dangerous Curves: Wet

  Lions of the Serengeti: Jennifer’s Lion

  Lions of the Serengeti: Sarah’s Lion

  Bound to Me: Fever Lust

  Private Sessions

  Lions of the Serengeti: Caly’s Lion

  Faerykin

  Werebeasties

  Dragon Hunts