Justified

by Aurora Rose Reynolds

“What have you done with my mischievous fiancée?” I grin and she laughs, sitting back in the chair.

  “If I acted like everyone else in your life, you would have grown bored with me.”

  “I doubt that, Angel.” I chuckle, kissing her temple before standing to my full height. “I will see you at the altar.”

  “I’ll be there,” she murmurs as I turn for the door. “Nolan.”

  I turn and look at her over my shoulder, watching her swallow then chew on her bottom lip. “What is it, Beautiful?”

  She lifts her hand before dropping it to her lap, saying quietly, “I wouldn’t have you any other way.”

  Something about those softly spoken words make me feel more powerful than I have ever felt before. A lump forms in my throat and I nod, leaving before I do something pussyish like start crying.

  “Son,” my father says as soon as I pick up the phone.

  “Dad,” I reply. I know exactly what’s coming. Chloe called my mother on the way to Vegas, and my mother immediately began freaking out. Then she proceeded to call Chloe’s mom and add her into the conversation.

  “Your mother wanted me to call you to tell you that you are now disowned and cut out of the will.”

  “Dad, I don’t want to sound disrespectful, but I haven’t even thought about my inheritance since I turned twenty-five.”

  “That’s exactly what I told her. Regardless, she wanted me to phone you anyway,” he says on an exhale.

  “Tell Mom that, if she relaxes, I will let her plan the baby shower,” I say, hanging up the phone just as my dad prompts, “Pardon?”

  It takes approximately thirty seconds for my phone to begin ringing again. I look at the caller ID and smile but press ignore as I head to the elevator. I know my mother, and I know she’s in a tizzy over the news that she is going to be a grandma and will forget about the wedding—at least for a little while. Since the moment she met Chloe, she has hinted that we needed to work on making her a grandmother, so now, her wish is coming true.

  I arrive at the chapel, and the moment I enter the room, the officiate is at my side, leading me to the altar to wait for Chloe. I never believed I would want to get married again, but Chloe has changed that for me too. The tighter I can tie her to me, the better off I will be. She is my personal brand of kryptonite.

  When the music begins to play, I turn towards the door, and my breath instantly stills when Chloe appears. Her dress is all lace, starting at her neck then completely covering her body, including the tops of her hands. The delicate fabric looks like it has been painted onto her, and as much as I love what she is wearing, I can’t wait to see what she has on underneath.

  When we were in New York, Chloe and my mother were going back and forth about dresses. My mother wanted her to have a certain style of dress, and Chloe wanted something completely different. I stayed out of it unless Chloe asked me to step in. My mother could be opinionated, but Chloe was stubborn as fuck, and if she really wanted something, she would find a way to get it.

  Now, seeing her walk to me in a dress I know she picked out, with her hair down and makeup that only enhances her already beautiful face, I am glad Chloe got her dream dress. The officiate says something as she arrives in front of me, but I hear nothing but the beat of my own heart as I pull her closer.

  “You look breathtaking,” I whisper against the shell of her ear.

  Her hands fist into the lapels of my suit as I stand at full height, keeping her so close I can feel the heat of her skin. I’m so entranced by her that the rest of the ceremony is a blur until the moment Chloe takes my hand as the officiate repeats the words I just spoke to her.

  I never expected to wear a ring again. I never expected Chloe to have a ring for me to wear, so I’m overwhelmed with emotions as she slides a simple band onto my finger. I don’t even wait for his permission to kiss the bride. As soon as her eyes travel from the ring that is now on my finger up to lock with my eyes, I wrap a hand around her waist, bend her back over my arm, and take her mouth in a deep kiss.

  “Thank you, Angel,” I whisper against her mouth.

  “For what?” she whispers back, looking up into my eyes. The look in hers is so vulnerable and trusting that I know I have been given the greatest gift anyone could ever receive.

  “You,” I grunt, overwhelmed with emotion as I pick her up and carry her to the elevator, ignoring the startled look from the chapel staff.

  Chapter 7

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  As soon as I get the door to the suite open, I step through and kick it closed behind us, causing Chloe to laugh.

  “How much do you love this dress?” I ask her, tossing her onto the bed. Then I quickly strip off my jacket and shirt before crawling on top of her.

  “It was expensive,” she moans as my hand travels up her inner thigh then up the center of her pussy, feeling that the material of her panties is already soaked through.

  “I could buy a million of these dresses. I just want to know how much you love it before I rip it off you.”

  Her eyes close and her lips part as my fingers slide into the side of her panties. “I love it,” she breathes, making me smile.

  “You love the dress or me touching your pussy, Angel?” I ask, and her hips shift.

  It takes a moment for her to come back to herself, but when she does, her head lifts and our eyes lock.

  “Both,” she moans, pressing her hips down, causing my fingers to slide into her.

  “You better take it off then,” I growl, slowly my fingers move in and out of her, my thumb circling her clit.

  “Stop,” she cries, and I shake my head, lift the front of her dress up, lower my face, and suck her pussy through the material of her panties.

  “Take it off, Angel,” I snarl, biting the lips of her pussy.

  “I can’t when you’re doing that!” she screams.

  I slow down and lift up slightly as her shaky hands begin to shift her dress up and then pause.

  “The back is buttoned,” she hisses.

  “Interesting,” I mutter, flipping her to her stomach then climbing back between her legs.

  Her hands go to the bed, putting her on all fours in front of me as I slowly begin unbuttoning her dress from the back of her neck down to her hips. As I carefully slide the fabric down her shoulders, I expose a lace bra the exact color of her flawless skin.

  I run a finger from the back of her neck down to her lower back then back up again to trace the edge of the material before pulling her up with a hand under her waist so that she is kneeling in front of me. Her head leans back against my shoulder as her hands cover mine. It slides her dress off her body then back up to cup her breasts, twisting her nipples through the lacy material.

  “This is pretty,” I whisper against her neck, looking down over her shoulder at her bra before pulling the straps down, exposing her breasts and watching as her already hard nipples become harder when they hit the cold air of the room.

  “Thank you.” She smiles, lifting her hands up and behind her head to wrap around my neck.

  “You’re welcome.” I smirk, gliding my hand down her stomach, into her panties, and through the lips of her pussy before slipping them inside her and using my fingers to pull her hips back. I press my hips towards her ass, my cock settling between her cheeks through the material of her panties and my dress slacks. “You’re soaked, Angel,” I tell her as I fuck into her pussy hard with my fingers. “Do you want to come?” I question, biting her shoulder, neck, and then her ear.

  “Yes,” she says shakily.

  “Give me your hand,” I demand, and she slowly lowers one hand down. I grab her wrist, intertwining our fingers before slipping our hands between her legs.

  “Nolan,” she whispers, sounding unsure.

  “Shhhh, Angel. Just feel,” I tell her, nipping her jaw.

  Her head turns towards me, and I shove my tongue into her mouth while pushing her fingers inside her pussy. Her thighs begin to shake as I use my fingers and hand to contro
l the pace. Then I pull my mouth from hers. Her eyes are at half-mast, her lips swollen and pink.

  “Do you feel that, how wet you are?” I ask, pulling her fingers out and bringing them to her mouth. “Open,” I tell her, and her lips part as I press her fingers into her mouth. “You taste that? You taste more amazing than anything I have ever eaten in my life and sweeter than the sweetest honey,” I say, pulling her hand away and covering her mouth with mine as I pump our fingers into her again, her cries filling my mouth as her pussy convulses.

  “Oh, God,” she whimpers as her pussy soaks my hand and her body slumps forward.

  I gently lay her down and move so I can slip the dress off her completely before taking off the rest of my clothes. Once I’m undressed, I crawl back up onto the bed. She lifts her hips, and then she pulls her panties down, dragging them her legs before tossing them at me and opening her thighs, showing me the evidence of her arousal.

  My girl has become so brave. It seems like just yesterday I popped her cherry.

  I lift her ass to sit on my thighs and open the lips of her pussy with one hand, wrapping the other around my width, and groan. I’m in so much pain. My balls are so tight that I know I won’t last long, but the night is young. I also know she will not be getting much sleep tonight.

  “Easy, baby,” I tell her as she tries to lift her hips so the head of my cock slides an inch inside.

  I grab her hands and pull her up, lowering my hips before raising them slowly. There is nothing better than feeling the wetness of her pussy as she uses her inner muscles to grip my cock.

  “You’re so fucking hot, baby. Fuck, your pussy feels like it’s on fire,” I groan, lowering my head so I can watch myself disappear into her heat.

  “Nolan,” she cries, and her hands go to my shoulders, where her nails dig into my skin.

  I lower her back onto the bed and fuck her, making sure I don’t go as deep as I normally would.

  “Please,” she begs as I slow down.

  “No, Angel, we need to be careful.”

  “No, harder.” She claws at my back and begins to thrash under me.

  I grab her hands and hold them next to her head so I can control her. “Calm down,” I snarl, rolling my hips towards hers, feeling my length drag along her inner walls as she ripples around me.

  “Nolan.”

  “I’m here, Beautiful,” I whisper into her ear, slowing my thrusts and pressing kisses to the skin of her neck, cheek, and mouth. Then I release her wrists and hold her face between my hands while resting on my elbows. As I look into her eyes, I remember I now own her in the eyes of God and the law. She is mine, now and forever.

  How the fuck I got so lucky, I have no idea, but knowing who she is to me, what she means to our future, has my thrusts going deeper and harder. Her head goes tilts and her back arches off the bed as her fingers scrape down my skin, leaving marks. Her pussy begins to ripple, and I thrust two more times before bottoming out deep inside her.

  “Fuck,” I roar, coming hard. My muscles relax and I slump forward, careful not to put pressure onto her lower stomach.

  “I love you,” she whispers, and I gaze into her eyes. The love I see shining back at me solidifies that, as much as I own her, she owns me, and I wouldn’t have it any other way.

  “Sleep, Angel,” I tell her, kissing her forehead then rolling to my side and pulling her into my arms.

  When her breathing evens out, I turn off the lights and pick up my cell phone from the bedside table. The first thing I see is a message from my mom.

  “You told her I’m pregnant?” is groggily whispered.

  I look down at Chloe and fight back my smile when I see her glaring at me by the light from the phone.

  “Oh my God!” she yells, grabbing the phone from my hand. “She called my mom!” she cries, sitting up in bed and looking at me over her shoulder.

  I put my hands behind my head and cross my ankles, smiling. “I had to give her something. She was upset about the wedding.”

  “So you told her I was pregnant? Do you realize what you’ve done? My mom and your mom are going to freak out.”

  “They will be fine. Just let them plan the baby shower.”

  “Let them plan the baby shower,” she mumbles, staring at the phone.

  “Angel, it’s fine. Don’t worry.”

  “Don’t worry?” she mutters under her breath.

  I sit up and kiss her shoulder. “It will be okay,” I tell her, wrapping a hand around her waist.

  “I think you’re delusional.” She shakes her head, handing me back my phone.

  “I can’t believe you told them that I’m pregnant just so they would not freak out on you.”

  “That is not why. I just wanted them to know. That way, they would have something else to look forward to.”

  “Our mothers called me every day to talk about the wedding. Do you know what they are going to do now that they know I’m having a baby?”

  “They are excited.”

  “Yes, and now, I’ll never get a break ‘cause they are going to call or come over. I wouldn’t be surprised if my mom talks my dad into buying an RV so she can stay close…like ‘our driveway’ close,” she says, flopping back onto the bed.

  “Your parents are not living in our driveway.” I frown.

  “If you say so. They are probably already on their way to New York now.”

  “No,” I deny, glaring at her.

  “Hey, it’s not my fault you have a big mouth. Be mad at yourself. I mean, for all I know, your parents are moving in as well.”

  “Our parents are not living with us.”

  “Okay,” she mutters, and I see a smile twitch her cheek.

  “Maybe we should just build onto the house and have both our parents move in. We do have plenty of land,” I suggest.

  “What?” she shrieks, making me chuckle. “That’s not funny.” She rolls her eyes, and I pull her down to me, tucking her head under my chin.

  “Everything will be okay.” I press a kiss to the top of her head.

  “I know.” She yawns, and I pull the blanket up over us.

  Nothing matters anymore but us, and I know we will always be okay.

  *

  “Mom, calm down. What happened?” I ask, pulling my phone from my ear slightly so I can understand her better.

  “Chloe!” she cries, and my stomach drops.

  “What happened to Chloe?”

  “She was almost run over and fell. We called an ambulance.”

  “What do you mean ‘she was almost run over’?” I growl.

  “We were leaving the baby store and she was getting into the car when a motorcycle came down the sidewalk and almost ran her over. She got out of the way, but she fell and hit her head against a parking meter.”

  “Where is she now?”

  “In the ambulance.”

  “Jesus. Where are you exactly?” I roar as I run out of my office.

  We haven’t even been home for a week. Since we’ve been back, our mothers have been keeping her busy with shopping and constant nagging about what is good for her and the baby. I was planning to go home tonight and force everyone out of our house so that I could get some alone time with Chloe, where we could just enjoy the fact that she’s pregnant. Life has been so consuming that I forgot Chloe was in danger and we have something to be concerned about.

  “We’re at Bu and the Duck, near Church Street.”

  “I’m on my way!” I shout into the phone as I head out of the lobby.

  Just as I’m about to hail a cab, Ricket pulls around the corner in my car. I open up the backdoor and hop in.

  “I need to get to Bu and the Duck on Church Street.”

  “I know, sir,” Ricket says, and I pull of my suit jacket, tossing it across the back seat.

  “How did this happen?”

  “I don’t know, sir. I found out when her mother called me.”

  “Her mom called you?” I ask, looking at him in the rearview mirror.
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  His eyes connect with mine as he nods before looking back at the road. “She said you would need to be picked up and where they were at.”

  “Did she say anything else?”

  “No, sir. She was distraught.”

  “Yeah,” I mumble, looking out the window.

  It takes less time than normal to make it across town. Once we reach the block my mom told me they were at, I see cop cars and a crying Chloe sitting in the open door of an ambulance. I don’t even wait for the car to come to a complete stop before I jump out and head straight for her. When I’m almost at her side, a police officer steps in front of me and nearly gets punched in the face as I try to get around him.

  “This is her husband,” my mom says as I fight with the cop to get by.

  The cop looks at her and releases the hold he has on my upper arm, letting me get to Chloe.

  “Nolan!” she gasps through tears.

  “I’m here, Angel.” I wrap my arms around her, kissing the white bandage on her forehead.

  “Who called you? I told them not to call you.” She shakes her head, pulling back to look up into my eyes.

  “Excuse me?”

  “I didn’t want you to worry. I didn’t want you to have to leave work.”

  “Beautiful, do you know the kind of trouble you would be in if I would have found out about what happened later instead of right now? You never keep anything from me, especially if that something has to do with you.”

  “I’m fine, and you worry too much.”

  “You were almost run over. You have a cut on your forehead, fell, and now have tears streaming down your cheeks and you don’t think I have a reason to worry?” I bark, making her jump.

  “I know it sounds bad,” she mumbles, making a growl vibrate my chest.

  “It not only sounds bad, but is bad, Angel. Now, tell me. Have they made sure the baby is okay?”

  “The baby is fine. I didn’t fall hard.”

  “Chloe, I’m beginning to wonder if you understand what the fuck happened.”

  “I know exactly what happened. I was walking out of the store when a stupid delivery bike almost ran me over. I jumped out of the way and tripped, hitting my head on one of the meters.”