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“Your wife.” He grins. “Gotta keep her satisfied on your wedding night.” He thrusts his hips leaving me in no doubt as to his meaning.

I turn, studyingmy wifefor a moment. Our marriage had gone off without fanfare today, but only because that’s the way I assumed she’d prefer it. She’s got it in her head I’m doing this for all the wrong reasons, and I’ve no idea how to convince her otherwise. I love her, but I’ve never found the words to tell her in a way she’d accept. So we snuck off to the courthouse alone, running away as though we were doing something dirty.

Up to me, I’d have had all my brothers there, a party back at the clubhouse. The girls would have been all over that. Instead it’s as though it’s something that should be hidden, not celebrated. It feels a non-event to me, and probably means absolutely nothing to her. But she’s mine now. Legally. That’s a basis which I can work from.

Fuck, I care for her so much. My feelings have only amplified the more time I spend with her. I’ve become envious of the smiles she gives Drew, while always holding herself back with me. Yeah, I’ve tricked her. Got her to agree to move her shit into my room, when there was no need. Every man and woman here would give whatever testimony was needed if it came to it, our version of the truth. They’d never betray her or me.

Keep up appearances,I told her. When I’ll be committing myself to taking numerous long cold showers from sleeping in the same bed, while not being allowed to touch her.

Now and then I get a glimpse of interest in her eyes. But since that day in Colombia I haven’t even kissed her. The vibes coming from her indicating my advances are unwelcome.

It’s our wedding night.

I’ve already claimed her. My brothers would die if they knew I hadn’t even touched her.She’s mine.

My Navajo blood tells me to break down her defences.

With a purposeful stride I walk toward her, eyeing the empty glasses on the table. “Are you sober?”

She looks up fast, puts her hand on the table and stands, pulling the crutches toward her. “I’m fine,” she tells me.

“Your leg?”

“Barely hurting.” She grins. “The shots helped.”

My eyes sweep across her body, checking she’s not swaying or any other sign to give inebriation away. My examination has another result. My cock lengthens and swells, blood rushing south making my voice husky. “Come, then.”

I put my hand gently on her arm, above where she’s holding the crutch. This touch she allows. Without saying more, I lead her up tooursuite, and inside the door. Drew’s staying with Sam and Drummer tonight, an offer to give us privacy.

“Drew’s not here, I could sleep…”

“You’re sleeping with me.” My tone is wrong. I should be reassuring, not threatening, but it’s hard when my pants feel too tight and everything in me just wants to hold her, to show her just how much I want her. But first, I want her to want me.

She’s hesitating, as if on the verge of running. I turn to face her, and gently turn her head up to mine. Panic flares in her eyes, so I brush my lips over hers, barely touching her, then pull back.

“Not going to take anything you don’t want to give,” I murmur softly.

Her eyes flick wildly. “I can’t,” she replies.

“If you can’t, you can’t,” I reassure her. Then my lips descend once more, hers feeling soft and yielding against mine. The Navajo plan of attack comes into my mind.Advance and retreat, make them come after you.I pull away.

She follows me, unwilling to break the contact.She wants more.I let her lips find mine, and this time, apply more pressure. She opens for me, my tongue slips inside, finding hers, toying with it. When my tongue withdraws, hers tracks it, I allow her to explore my mouth. This time when I back off, an involuntary moan comes from her mouth.

Feeling emboldened, I place my hand on the back of her head and pull her to me once more.Attack when they’re not expecting it.Letting her believe this is all I want, lulling her into a false sense of security, I keep my hips away so she can’t feel my hardness, and kiss her again, this time, more forcefully. Our mouths meet and mate, our tongues dance. She smells so good, her taste intoxicating. Her crutches fall to the ground, neither of us pay much attention. She’s balancing on her good leg, but seems to be stable.

“You okay?”

“I, yes.”

I can’t fuck this up.

I force myself to pull back. My hands gently brush her hair back from her face. I place a quick kiss on the tip of her nose, curving my lips to smile at her. Her pupils have dilated, and I swear I glimpse disappointment there.I’ve not given up. Just giving you time to process.

Running my hands up and down her arms once, I move away. I go to the side of the bed, grab the back of my tee withmy hand and pull it over my head. I hear an inhaled breath behind me as I expose my naked back.

“I, er, I haven’t thought this through,” she says in an undertone as though talking to herself. Then slightly louder, her voice dripping with concern, “Do you sleep naked?”

My lips curve again, my back still turned towards her, I reply, “If you want me to.”