“After the New Year, we’ll go on a proper honeymoon.”
“A honeymoon? To a beach?” When I think of a vacation, the beach is the first thing that comes to mind.
“If that’s what you want.”
“I’ve never seen the ocean.”
“What?” North asks, shocked.
“We didn’t really vacation unless you count driving a few hours from the house to see something. That was about it.” He’s quiet as he pulls into an empty spot in front of Frostie’s bakery. While North has told me a ton about himself, I’ve dodged a lot about my past and the girl I thought I left behind.
“Have you told your parents about us?” He finally speaks after putting the SUV into park.
“No,” I admit. I haven’t given it one thought. My parents and the people of my hometown wouldn’t believe it anyhow if they saw North. Troping might, but my hometown would laugh at the thought of me being with someone like him. “Have you?” It’s a stupid question because this is a small town that loves to gossip. Not in a mean way, but news spreads fast.
“Yes, I had to promise them a couple of Sunday dinners if they’d let me have some alone time with my new wife.”
“North!” I hiss, and my face rushes with heat “You did not say that to them. They’ll think…” I trail off, knowing I'm being ridiculous again. Of course everyone knows what we’ve been doing while holed up in the mayor’s place for two days.
“They’ll think that maybe they’ll get grandbabies soon.”
My mouth falls open because I can’t believe he said that. I watch him slip out of the SUV to come around and open the door for me. Is it a joke? It has to be. Right?
I’m still in shock as he takes my hand and leads me into the bakery then places my order for me without having to ask what I want. I know people are watching the two of us, but North keeps me tucked close to him. Everyone has been so welcoming since I came to town, but I’m still an outsider. People were always wondering who North would end up with, and I don’t think anyone ever thought it would be me. I know I hadn’t. Would it bother them?
“Coming right up,” Frostie says after North pays her. I expected her to be grilling the both of us with questions, but something is off with her.
She keeps looking behind us at one of the small tables, and I glance back to see Clause sitting there. He makes the thing look like a child’s table with his giant muscled body sitting in one of the chairs. I’ve only seen him a handful of times since he lives on the outskirts of town in a cabin. He always reminds me of a lumberjack, and I think he might be the only person in Troping that doesn’t care for Christmas or this town.
He glares toward Frostie, who pretends to not notice, but I see her peeking out of the corner of her eye. What the heck is going on between these two? And why isn’t Tinsel all over it? She always jokes he’s a serial killer, but her humor is clearly darker than mine.
“Did you see that?” I ask North when we get back into the car to make the short drive over to City Hall.
“Everyone staring at you? Yes.”
“What?” I laugh. “No one was staring at me.” I meant Clause, but now thoughts of him and Frostie are gone.
“I don’t like it,” North grunts, and I have no clue what he’s talking about.
Then again, that’s often the case with my new husband.
Chapter Twelve
NORTH
“Fuck, I’m almost there,” I say as I sink deeper.
“Oh god, I’m cumming again,” Joy whines, and I put my hand over her mouth.
We’re in my office up against the door, and I just heard someone walk inside. I thought a quickie in my office would be quick, but turns out I can’t get enough of my wife. Just as I feel her squeeze around me I bury my face in her neck and groan my release.
I’ve already had her three times today, and it’s still not enough to sate me. I saw her bending over her desk to grab something, and that’s all it took. The next thing I knew I was hiking up her skirt and shoving my cock in her wet little pussy. I’ve never been so out of control as when I’m with her.
“Hello?” I hear someone say on the other side of the door, and Joy tries to smother a giggle.
“Be right there,” I shout as I slide out of her and feel the rush of my release run out with me. “Damn that’s hot,” I say, looking between her legs to see the mess I’ve made.
“Yes, but you’re not the one that has to walk around with wet panties all day.” She tries to glare at me, but I see her smile curving at the edges.