The Jealous Groom by Alexa Riley

Chapter 4

Magnus

“If you don’t get out of the car, I’ll do it for you.” I straighten my suit and take a breath to give me patience. I need her on that plane, and as soon as I put distance between her and the people that could take her from me, the better.

“Is my sister on that plane?” She eyes the jet behind me and then narrows her eyes. “I’m gonna need proof of life.”

I clench my teeth and then look away. “No, they are delayed.”

“Is she okay?” She scoots closer to the door, forgetting her protest.

“She is perfectly fine.” I pause as I swallow hard, thinking about my brother’s pain. “Apparently Amber kneed Henrik in the balls.”

The laugh that bursts from her makes my insides soft. Is that all it takes to hear it again? The night we met it was freely given, and I would have given up my throne to possess it.

“That sounds like something my sister would do.” She looks at the plane once more and then back at me as she worries her bottom lip.

“I promise that if you come with me, you will see your sister again.” I hold my hand out and summon all the patience I have left, which is next to nothing. “I won’t hurt you.”

She sighs like I’m an idiot. “I know that, I’m just—”

“Enough.” I grab her arm and pull her out of the car before I throw her over my shoulder. She begins to kick her legs and beat on my back as I stomp to the plane. “I despise waiting.”

“Magnus, you big oaf! Let me down!”

“We depart immediately,” I tell the crew as I board the plane. No one blinks an eye at the screeching woman I’m holding, and I nod to the captain. “Henrik will be late and will take the other plane. Inform the crew.”

“How many damn planes do you own?” Allison says, going limp in my arms.

“More than you can outrun, so settle down.” She hisses when I pop her on the ass and then carry her back to the bedroom.

“You are so bossy.” This time her sound of frustration is followed by a smack to my ass. I’m thankful she can’t see me, because the corner of my lips turns up.

I plop her down on the bed, and she slides a little on the silk sheets. Her lavender dress is wrinkled and not warm enough for the weather when we land. I have a closet full of clothes for her, but she doesn’t need to know that yet.

The plane begins to move, and her eyes widen as she stares out the window. It seems as though reality is finally setting in, which is good because I’m ready to move past the denial stage.

“You have seven and a half hours until you marry me.” She sits on the bed, stunned, but I lean over and plant my fists on either side of her. “If I were you I would use this time to come to terms with your fate.”

“Which has been decided by you.” She raises her stubborn chin, and I want to run my tongue along it.

“Which was decided by the queen of hearts.” When she rolls her eyes, I take her chin in my hand and shake my head. “You can pretend it wasn’t real, or…” I slowly slide my thumb along her jaw and down her neck. “You can imagine a life of luxury where you are spoiled beyond your wildest dreams by a man that adores you.”

She swallows hard, but I don’t back down. As the plane lifts off the ground, I lean forward and gently brush my lips across hers.

“I’m going to take a shower, if you’d like to join me,” I whisper against her lips. And although her body melts, she presses her lips together and shakes her head. “You and I are inevitable, Allison. The sooner you realize it, the sooner we can begin our lives as husband and wife.”

“I don’t think so, crazy pants,” she says as I straighten.

“And the sooner you wash off the touch of another man, I’ll stop being crazy.”

“Sure, and when I agree to marry you, you’ll just let me go.”

“I will never let you go, love.” Her eyes always flinch a little when I say the word, and I wonder if she’s not used to hearing it. “But when you are my wife you’ll be granted any wish. If you want to see your family we will drive straight to the airport. If you want to live in Boston, I will buy you a different house for every day of the week.” This time her eyes widen, not in fear but in surprise. “I would never keep you from the people you love, but you will be mine before you see them again.” I take off my suit coat slowly and then toss it on the chair nearby. “And I mean in every way possible.”

She doesn’t take her eyes off of me as I unbutton the cuffs of my shirt and then take off my tie. She watches each movement with measured breaths as I remove my shirt and then unbuckle my belt.

“Do you like what you see?” I glance down at the tattoos covering my skin and the hard cock tenting the front of my dress pants.

She doesn’t answer, but I watch her throat move as she swallows. I like her eyes on me, and my cock grows harder with her attention. It’s proud and heavy as I push off my pants and boxer briefs to stand before her completely naked. She’s still in her soft lavender dress that’s so thin I can see the beading of her nipples through the material.

“I’ll be waiting if you change your mind.”

There’s a small sound as I turn around and walk into the attached bathroom, but I don’t know if it’s in answer to seeing the tattoos down my back and legs, or my bare ass.

The plane sways a little as we hit some turbulence, but it stops a moment later. I step into the marble shower and turn on the water and the steam, turning my face into the spray. It’s spacious enough in here for several people, but there’s only one other person I have in mind.

An image of her on the dance floor being held by another man makes me clench my fists. But then I remember her in the car, and how perfectly she came undone in my lap. Heat pulses between my legs, and I have no choice but to take my cock in my hand.

I use some of the shampoo to lube it up and I lean back against the cool marble as I stroke myself. I imagine what it would be like to rub the tip of my cock through her folds and test to see if she’s ready. What sounds would she make if she sat on my face and let me lick her to climax?

My balls pull up tight against my body as my shaft grows tight. I’m so close to cumming with that thought alone that it will only take a few more pumps. I plant my feet just as I’m about to spurt, and the bathroom door flies open, and Allison stands there with wild eyes.

“What’s wrong?” I’m immediately on alert by the fear I see on her face.

“Do you not feel the turbulence?” She looks down at the hand on my cock, and she momentarily forgets why she came in here.

I must have been so distracted jerking off that I didn’t notice the plane rocking. But she’s here now, and I’m so fucking close I have to finish. Without thinking, I thrust my hips into my tight fist, and her mouth falls open. I imagine what she could do to me with that mouth, and I grunt as I thrust again.

I pretend my hand is her pussy as I thrust into it and use my other hand to press against the glass and hold myself up. She’s frozen in place as I keep thrusting into the hole I’ve made with my fist and moan with each stroke.

“Magnus,” she whispers, but she might as well have screamed it in the quiet space.

“Give me something to look at.” I raise my chin for her to take off the dress, and she only hesitates for a second before she whips it off.

Her bare breasts are full, and her nipples are tight as they bounce free of her dress. She’s only wearing a sheer thong, and I want to rip it away with my teeth.

“Show me,” I bark, nodding to her panties as I thrust into my fist.

She takes in a shaky breath and moves her panties to the side, letting me see her pretty pink lips.

“Perfection.”

Her cheeks are flushed, but I see the way she’s arching her back like she’s trying to get closer. She likes the way I’m looking at her as I pleasure myself, and the sight of it is too much.

I nearly roar my release as I pump one last time and give over to my need. My cum splashes against the glass and all over my hands, but she doesn’t take her eyes off of me. In fact, she looks fascinated as I roughly stroke myself until the last of my pleasure fades.

I grab the soap and run it over my hairy chest as I quickly clean myself. Now that I’ve taken care of the first release, I can control myself enough to be in the same bed as her.

“Come here,” I demand, and for a second I think she’s going to say no. But curiosity gets the better of her, and before she can pull away, I jerk her into the shower with me.

“Wait, I don’t know if I’m—”

“I’m only cleaning you,” I say softly to ease her fears. My cock is still urgent between my legs, but it’s manageable at the moment. “I meant what I said about washing away that other man's touch.”

“It was just a dance.” Her breath catches on the last word as I strip off her thong and toss it on the floor of the shower.

“No man will ever touch you again.” I kneel down in front of her and use the extra showerhead to rinse off her body. When I look up and meet her eyes, her brows are pulled together in confusion. “You are my bride, and I’m finding out that I’m a very jealous man.”

“You don’t say.” Her tone is dry, and it makes me smile.

“I’m finding out a lot of new things when it comes to you, love.”