Wanna Get Married?

After running up the stairs, they reached their suite breathless and laughing. Cara leaned against the wall by the door, eyes smiling and trained on Jamie. He bracketed her with his arms, leaning in for an intense kiss. Cara wrapped her arms around him, running her hands up the soft linen on his back, then down to squeeze his ass, finally fumbling in his pockets for the key card, which he quickly snatched from her hand to blindly unlock the door, fist pumping in triumph when he got it on the second try without ever taking his lips off of hers.

Smiling into the kiss, he picked her up and carried her across the threshold, kicking the door shut behind him. He carried her across the room and gently set her on the bed, finally pulling away from her mouth to smile at her blissfully.

“Hopeless romantic,” she teased fondly.

“Guilty,” he grinned. “Don’t tell anyone. It’s a secret.”

Dropping to his knees, he lifted one foot at a time and carefully untied her white lace-covered Converse, pulled them off, and set them to the side. Then he slid his hands up her legs, pushing her dress up as he went. When he reached the lacy, corset-style tops of her stockings, he paused, smiling. “Cute. Sexy.” He kissed the skin above them. “I like.” Then he peeled them off, depositing them on top of the shoes before running his hands back up her legs and standing, pulling her off the bed to stand in front of him.

She stood on her tiptoes to kiss him, holding onto the back of his neck and his waist for balance. “Have I told you how amazing you look today?” she sighed, dropping her hand to pull at his moss green suspenders.

“Not half as amazing as you do,” he murmured, kissing down her neck to her bare shoulder. “I’ve wanted my mouth on this skin all damn night.” He pivoted her so he was standing behind her. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” Pulling her hair to the side, he kissed his way across her shoulders and up the back of her neck, making her moan softly. Gentle hands caressed her skin and unclasped her necklace, laid it on the nightstand, then pushed the spaghetti straps off her shoulders, traced the top of her dress down to the laces in the back, which he untied and pulled loose, a little at a time, all the way down to her waist. His lips followed, zigzagged down her shoulder blades, then down her spine as he pushed the dress out of the way, let it fall to the floor when it passed her hips. Finding her naked underneath the dress, he growled and snaked a hand around her hip and down to cup the wet heat between her legs. His lips found her ear and hissed, “If I’d known you didn’t have anything on under there, that dress would have been off hours ago.” He bit at her earlobe and she moaned again.

“That dress shows everything, and I didn’t want panty lines. I’m glad you didn’t know. That would’ve been very rude to our guests,” she giggled. “I thought I was busted when you were taking the garter off. You got a little handsy there, Love.”

“I can’t help it if I want you. Like all the time. Even when I don’t know I could just pull up your dress and be inside you just like that.” Two fingers pressed into the warm wetness, and she leaned back into him with a whimper.

“Fuck, J. Why are you still dressed?”

“Because I’m not done with this yet.” He turned her around again and kissed her, then carefully removed the sparkling crown of stars and half dozen bobby pins from her hair, setting them on the table with the necklace. He ran his hands through her hair, let it fall over her shoulders, cradled her face in his hands to kiss her again. Then he lifted her onto the bed and kissed his way across every inch of her skin, from her forehead to the tips of her fingers and toes. Cara thought she would explode from the torturous anticipation, but at the same time, she felt worshipped, adored, loved beyond measure.

Finally, when she was sure she couldn’t take it anymore, Jamie kissed her lips again and stood back away from the bed. He removed his watch and added it to the collection on the table. Then he pushed off his suspenders and toed off his matching green Converse next to hers before slowly, seductively unbottoning his shirt, smiling as she rolled onto her side to watch the show. When his shirt was off, he draped it and her dress over a chair, then began undoing his pants.

Cara licked her lips and whistled, long and low. “If I’d known I was getting a strip tease, I’d have brought some cash.” Jamie smirked and turned his back to her with his hands clasped behind his head, shaking his ass until his pants dropped to the floor. “Jesus Fucking Christ,” she gasped, and he pushed his boxer briefs down and stepped out of them, giving her the full view of her favorite part of his anatomy. She couldn’t resist sliding off the bed and reaching out to touch, running her fingernails across the pale skin of his ass and kissing his back. Jamie let out a giggle as he straightened, turning around with a cheeky grin and wrapping his arms around her.

“When do I get a turn?” she asked.

“For what?”

“To kiss all over your body.&rdquo

Jamie laughed. “After.”

“After what?”

“After I’m done unraveling yours.” He picked her up, set her in the middle of the bed, and climbed up to hover over her.

“Oh.” Suddenly breathless, she bit her lip and looked up into his intense eyes, dark and hooded with want. She ran her hands up his arms, felt his muscles flex as he dipped his head to kiss her, unexpectedly soft and sweet. Dropping to one hip beside her, he continued to lazily kiss her lips while he trailed his right hand down her body, soft touches tracing each curve before settling between her legs.

Cara whimpered. Taking his time, he kissed behind her ear and nibbled on her earlobe. “So beautiful,” he hummed into her skin. “So sweet.” He sucked at her pulse point, probably just hard enough to leave a mark, definitely hard enough to pull a high, breathy moan from her. “All mine,” he growled as he bit down on the join of her neck and shoulder.

“Mhmm,” she agreed. “Forever.” She threaded her fingers in his hair, grazing his scalp with her nails while he worked his mouth down her chest, his fingers working magic of their own further south. This was going to be one of those nights where he repeatedly short-circuited her brain. Gentle, tender sweetheart, and aggressive, feral beast, all at once. It was too much and not enough. “Jamie, please,” were the last coherent words she managed before he sent her flying over the edge.

An hour and three orgasms later — one for him, two for her — they lay facing each other in a sweaty, panting tangle, faces inches apart, still trading breathless, hungry kisses.

“I think,” she sighed, “we should clean up.”

“Yeah,” he nodded between kisses.

“Before we fall into a coma.”

“Mhmm.”

Sliding away and off the bed, she pulled at his hand. “You get the shower warmed up while I take off my makeup?”

He smiled and followed her, wrapping his arms around her waist halfway to the bathroom and carrying her, giggling, the rest of the way.

In the shower, Cara finally got her turn to kiss all over Jamie’s body, which devolved into a round of steaming hot, raunchy, pornographic sex with her palms pressed against the tile wall and his teeth on the back of her neck like an animal.

Finally, worn out, satisfied, and clean, they crawled under the covers and snuggled up together, Cara’s head tucked into Jamie’s shoulder and his arm curled around her, his fingers tracing lazy circles on her skin.

He sighed contentedly and kissed the top of her head. “I know I’ve said it a hundred times today, but I love you so much, Cara.”

“You can say it a hundred more if you like. I’ll never get tired of hearing it,” she smiled. “I love you too, Jamie. Husband.” She pulled his hand from her shoulder and turned her head to kiss his palm, her lips brushing his wedding band.

“I love you, wife,” he returned, pulling her hand up to his lips before placing it over his heart and covering it with his.

“I can’t believe I get to spend two whole weeks in this place alone with you.”

“Let’s just stay forever.”

“I think your fans might object.”

“Maybe. And your horse.”

“Oh yeah, him.”

“I guess I do owe the team a few more years.”

“After that, though?”

“After that. I’ll find us some land. You can ride Finn in the mountains. We’ll buy him some buddies for me or whoever to ride with you. Your family can visit whenever they want.”

“We’ll have to get enough for the kids.”

“Kids?”

“Our four kids. You still want four?”

“At least.”

“More than that and you may need to figure out how to have them yourself,” she chuckled.

“Ok fine. Four.”

“I can’t wait to have your babies.”

“Let’s not wait, then,” he said softly.

“What if we’re already working on it?”

“Are we? Did you already stop your pills?”

“Mhmm. I saw the way you looked at the other guys’ kids during the Cup celebration. You’re so ready to be a dad.”

“I hope so. I was kinda wishing I had a little one to share that with. Not that you aren’t enough.”

“No, I get it. I want that for you too. You’ll just have to win it again I guess.”

“Guess so,” he grinned. “Can’t let the kids down.”

“You never ever could. You’re going to be the best dad, Love.”

“I hope so. I already picked them out the best mom.”

“Who is she? I’ll kick her ass!”

Giggling, he pulled her up into a passionate kiss, then rolled her over so he could spoon up behind her. Content, wrapped in his arms, she closed her eyes and drifted off, with Jamie right behind her.

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