Chapter Eleven
Carol looked at the officers with a determined look on her face, "I'm legally married to Maxwell Stephens, officer. So now, I'm actually Mrs Carol Stephens. We had a whirlwind of a wedding and went immediately to our honeymoon thereafter. We didn't get any chance to update our friends and family, it was so sudden. Now that we're back, we can clear all misunderstandings with everyone," she stated and the officers listened to her curiously.
"Are you under any sort of pressure, Miss Spearman?" Asked the assistant sheriff.
"No, officer. I would appreciate it if you addressed me as Mrs Stephens, " she corrected him.
"I would like to see the proof," he insisted.
"Honey, can you get our marriage certificate, please?" Carol asked, turning towards a dumbfounded Max.
"Sure baby," he said with a grin and rushed upwards. She called him "honey" and it felt so good. His grin widened. Was there any hope for him? Did she really want to stay with him as Mrs Stephens? His body tingled with excitement. He wanted to push those officers out and carry Carol like a caveman to his bedroom and make love to her till she promised to stay with him as his wife.
He retrieved the marriage papers and went downstairs to the room. He handed them to the officers present. "The papers look genuine, Mr Stephens," said the Undersheriff.
"Look officer, we're sorry for the inconvenience caused but I can assure you that I'm here of my own free will. We are just like any other normal newlyweds," she gushed as Max came and sat with her.
"Alright then. You clear your misunderstandings with your folks. We'll take your leave. If you ever need help don't hesitate to ask. Sorry for wasting your time," said the Undersheriff as he shook hands with both of them and left.
Carol released a deep sigh. "That's taken care of," she said, turning towards Max. His dark stare made her heart skip a beat.
"Thank you Carol. I'm sorry if I've kept you here against your will. You can call your friends and return with them to Huntsville," he told her and turned to go inside with his shoulders drooping.
"Why are you so keen on sending me back?" She asked him.
"Me? I'm keen? You're the one who wants to go back," he accused with a gloomy expression.
"I don't want to go back. I'm your wife. Remember?" she said, getting irritated. Why did he keep on harping on the same chord?
He grinned and picked her up in his arms and walked upstairs. "Then do some wifely duties, will you?" He whispered in her ear.
Carol's eyes widened in horror. What wifely duties? Was he thinking of making love and impregnating her just now? Max chuckled at her expression. He carried her straight to their bedroom and deposited her on the bed. He unbuttoned his shirt and threw it somewhere as Carol's eyes went round with anticipation of what was to come.
He came onto the bed and hovered over her, supporting himself on his elbow. He picked up her hands and placed them on his hard chest. She felt his hard toned muscles beneath her palm. Her hand stroked his bare body instinctively, his sharp intake of breath, his dilated pupils were proof enough of what he wanted. Her.
Her hands caressed down his chest to his abdomen, feeling his warm, hard body. He couldn't control himself anymore. He lowered his head and smashed his lips to hers. He thrust his tongue deep into her mouth tasting her thoroughly. She took control of the kiss and kissed him back with equal passion. His mouth tugged, sucked and bit her lips hungrily. His hand touched her cheek and traced a trail down her jawline to her neck. His mouth followed the trail his forefinger made.
Carol trembled with longing. His fingers went lower and lower till it reached her cleavage. His mouth followed and she gasped at the feel of his tongue on her cleavage.
His hand cupped her full breasts from above the thin material of her chiffon top. Her sharp intake of breath excited him further.
His hand touched the hemline and pulled the top above her head, throwing it away somewhere. "Max," she breathed longingly, wanting his hands to touch her intimately. She was done with craving for his touch. She wanted him to make love to her.
"Yes baby, tell me what you want," he asked hoarsely, his dark eyes staring at her lacy bra clad breasts longingly, hungrily.
"You, I want you," she whispered hoarsely. He stared into her eyes as he unfastened her bra and the big mounds spilled out of the confines of the bra. He took the bra out and placed it in his pocket. His gaze hypnotised by what he had unravelled. His hand touched her, caressing the peaks with his thumb. His mouth clamped onto them and sucked and kneaded as she held onto his head for support.
His other hand went to her denims and unbuttoned them. Hooking his fingers onto them, he pulled them down and away. Clad in a tiny lacy thong, Carol was dripping wet for his touch.
His hot piercing gaze went to the last piece of clothing that covered her and he pulled it away from her body, leaving her exposed to his hungry eyes. "Do you want me to touch you, Carol?" He asked huskily, as his hand paused at her lower abdomen.
"Yes please," she whispered in an urgency she never experienced before. His hand travelled down as he felt her dripping wetness. He pushed a finger inside her, thrusting in and out of her.
"You're so wet for me, Carol. Do you like what I'm doing?" He asked in a husky and sexy voice, his mouth going to her neck and sucking there.
"Yes," she said, in a husky voice.
"Who do you belong to, Carol?" He asked as he inserted two fingers, thrusting more vigorously inside her.
"You," she breathed.
She released all her juices on to his fingers. It was the best feeling ever, a complete satisfaction. He kissed her lips again and again. He wanted to be inside her. He wanted to make love to her all the time but maybe she wasn't ready. He didn't wish to scare her.
He held her close to him, crushing her body in his arms,"I love you," he said, with his eyes closed. Carol felt on top of the world. She was glad that she found someone like Max.
"I've ordered pizza for dinner. Get dressed and come down," he said and the doorbell rang. Max went downstairs to get it and Carol got up to search for her clothes. She couldn't find her undergarments anywhere so she changed into a different set of clothes.
She went downstairs to see Max serving pizza on two plates. They ate hungrily. "Did you call your friends?" Asked Max.
"Yeah, they're still in Vegas because of me. They will come to visit me tomorrow morning, " she informed him and he nodded. He just hoped that her friends wouldn't convince her to return to Huntsville with them.
