“Dom!”
“That’s right.” He bites my lower lip, then soothes it with his tongue and pushes his finger farther into my panties. “Me. I’m the only one who can touch you here, or anywhere. This is mine.”
With those words, his finger slips inside me deeply and he presses against that spot that he knows so intimately, sending me up onto my tiptoes.
“Holy fuck,” I whisper.
He wraps his free arm around my waist, pulling me flush against him as he finger-fucks me, dragging his palm against my clit in the process, making me fucking crazy.
“I’m going to come,” I whimper, but he pulls his hand away.
“Not yet,” he growls.
“Hey!”
But before I can say anything more, he spins me around, bends me over, and shoves my panties aside, while I hear the zipper lower on his slacks and he’s suddenly slamming inside me. I have to brace my hands on the building for leverage as he fucks me hard and fast. His breath is harsh, his hands almost bruising on my hips.
I bite my lip, but I can’t be quiet as he fucks me unlike he ever has before. It’s primal. Rough.
Fucking amazing.
He leans over me and groans, presses his lips to my ear and whispers.
“You. Are. Mine. This is mine. Don’t ever forget that, tesoro.”
I push back on him and grin when I make him groan, but suddenly his fingers are pressing on my clit as he fucks me hard, and that’s all I can take. I come brutally, biting my own arm so as not to cry out, spasming around him.
“That’s right,” he says and pushes in me twice more before he stills and surrenders to his own climax, resting his forehead on my back.
Finally, he slips out of me and turns me to face him. He cups my face tenderly in his hands and kisses me gently, but when he pulls back, his eyes are no less fierce.
“Mine.”
Chapter Fourteen
~Dominic~
She’s fucking magnificent.
“I want six men at the parking lot,” Alecia says as she paces back and forth across my back patio. She’s holding every one of the twenty four men’s rapt attention. Her voice is sharp and no-nonsense. Her back straight. Her eyes hard.
I’ve never seen anything like her in my life.
“I was planning on four,” Derek, my head of security, replies. Derek is a former Army ranger, six-foot-five and built like a fucking brick house.
Alecia doesn’t even bat an eye.
“I need six.”
“No one knows where the wedding is being held,” Jason, the head of Alecia’s security, points out logically. “The guests are parking ten miles away and we’re bussing them in.”
“I’m aware,” Alecia replies. “Look, guys, I’m going to be a hard ass on this one. Will Montgomery won the Super Bowl last year, and it’s not just him that the paparazzi are interested in. You’re all aware that we have rock stars coming, movie stars, producers, and other football players. Security can’t be breached. If even one paparazzi follows a bus here, or figures out the location and spreads unauthorized photos, I’ll have all of your dicks on a platter.”
“Montgomery was smart about this,” Derek reminds her. “The guests were simply given an address to park their cars. Even they don’t know where they’re going.”
“I’m aware. I set it up,” she replies.
I lean my shoulder against the wall, cross my arms over my chest, and watch my woman take control over two dozen strong men.
I want to kiss the fuck out of her.
“If we put two more guys on the parking lot, that’s two less that will be here.”
“You’ll have eighteen men here,” she replies with a shake of the head. “Are you being a pain in the ass because I’m a woman, or are you just always this stubborn?”
Derek stands, his jaw ticking and watches Alecia for a long minute. She’s staring him down, and it’s the most amazing bout of chicken I’ve ever seen in my life.
“Fine,” he says at last. “You’ll get your six.”
“Yes, I will. Follow the guest list. I don’t care if someone claims to be a long lost grandma and turns on the big crocodile tears. If they’re not on the list, they don’t get in. Period. If you have questions, talk to me. I’ll have my earpiece in all day.”
“You know, I like a bossy woman.”
This comes from a younger kid, as tall and built as Derek, but clearly too young to know to keep his mouth shut. Alecia stops in her tracks, narrows her eyes and pins him in her glare.
“Do you?”
“Yes, ma’am,” he replies with a cocky smirk.
Oh, you young idiot.
“What’s your name?” she asks him.
“Stokes,” he replies.
“Stokes.” She crosses to him, props her hand on her hip and smiles sweetly at him. “Do you have mommy issues, Stokes?”
The other men smirk, but Stokes’ eyes go hard as his face sobers.
“No, I just think it’s fucking sexy when a woman has a backbone.”
Alecia tilts her head to the side and then nods. “Good. Because I have one. Don’t fuck this up, Stokes.” She backs away and nods to Derek and Jason. “That’s all. Let me know if there are any issues.”
“There won’t be,” Jason replies, and turns to continue briefing his men as Alecia walks away.
“She should be in the military,” Stokes says with new respect in his voice.
She’s too good for the military.
“Good job, Lieutenant,” I whisper as I fall into step beside her.
“I will cut off someone’s junk if I find out they only put four men out there,” she grumbles.
“You’re awfully angry at the male genitals today, cara.”
She smirks and then lets out a short laugh.
“I’m around a lot of men today.”
“Everything is going to run like clockwork.”
“Don’t say that. You’ll jinx it. I should go see Blake.”
“Blake paid me five thousand dollars to keep you out of the kitchen today.”
She frowns and blinks up at me.
“He did not.”
“He did.” Okay, he didn’t, but she’ll just make them both crazy if she stomps in there and harasses him today. “Everything is set. The food already smells amazing. The tables are set, and the florist is working her magic on the arbor and the tent.”
“The cupcakes—”
“Get here in a few hours and Nic will set them up. She’s awesome.” I take her shoulders in my hands and kiss her forehead gently. “But I get it. This is what you do. So go get ‘em, tiger.”
She grins up at me before gripping my shirt in her fist and pulling me down for a quick kiss. “Thanks. I’ll catch up with you later.”
“Alecia.” She stops about twenty feet away from me and turns back with a raised brow. “This fierce side of you? It’s sexy as fuck.”
She doesn’t answer; she simply smiles before turning and walking away, with just a little more sway in her magnificent hips.
God, I fucking love her.
***
I haven’t spoken with Alecia since that moment this morning. The family began to arrive, and chaos has descended on the vineyard.
And I love it.
The guys are in my playroom, shooting pool and yelling insults at each other, which is pretty much par for the course with my brothers.
The girls are out back in the tent, helping Nic set up the cupcakes.
Or, getting in her way, and she’s too nice to tell them to get lost.
Meg is getting ready up in the bridal suite, and to escape said chaos, I decide to head up there to say hello.
Alecia opens the door to my knock and steps back, letting me inside. Natalie has her camera pressed to her face and is quickly snapping photos.
And Meg is standing before the mirror, dressed in her gorgeous gown. It’s lacy, but not frilly. It’s sleeveless, and the neckline plunges deep between her breasts. The skirt hangs
straight, with no train.
It’s elegant, chic, and completely perfect for our Meg.
“You are stunning,” I tell her, as I lean in and kiss her cheek, careful not to muss her up.
“Thank you.”
“I didn’t think you were the photographer,” I say to Natalie.
“Just for this part,” Nat assures me.
“I didn’t want a stranger taking photos of me getting dressed.” Meg wrinkles her nose and turns back to the mirror. “It’s pretty, isn’t it?”
“It’s perfect,” I assure her. “I’ve never seen a more beautiful bride.”
“Don’t make me cry!” Meg whines. “It took forever to get my makeup like this.”
There’s another knock on the door, and then Leo walks in and stops in his tracks, his eyes wide as he takes Meg in from head to toe. And then a slow smile spreads over his mouth as he tucks his hands in both of his pockets and rocks on his heels.
“Ah, Meg-pie,” he whispers.
“Does the dress suck?” she asks, making both Nat and Alecia roll their eyes.
Leo crosses to her, gently folds her into his arms and rocks her back and forth slowly.
“You are so beautiful, Meg-pie.”
“You’re going to wrinkle me,” she says against his chest.
“No, I’m not.” There are tears in his eyes as he presses his cheek to her hair. “I love you so damn much. You know that, right? There isn’t anything I wouldn’t do for you, Meg.”
“I know.”
“You’re my sister in every way that matters. You’re my constant. Before Sam, it was you and music, and I need you to know that I haven’t forgotten that, Meg.”
“Leo,” she whispers, and I nod at Alecia as Natalie quickly snaps pictures.
Alecia and I slip out the door, leaving Meg and Leo to have their special moment. She leans her back against the wall and closes her eyes tightly.
“Hey, are you okay?” I cup her smooth cheek in my palm and watch as she turns tear-filled eyes up to mine.
“I don’t know what it feels like to be loved like that,” she whispers, breaking my heart.
“Holy crap,” Natalie says as she sneaks out of the room and closes the door behind her. “That was the sweetest moment I’ve ever witnessed. I’m so glad I captured it.”
“Those photos are going to rock,” Alecia agrees, and wipes the tears from her eyes. My gut hurts from seeing the pain in her beautiful brown eyes.
“Alecia.”
She shakes her head and offers me a shy smile. “I’m fine. It was just a really emotional moment. Can you please go check on the boys?” Her eyes are begging me to drop it, so I do, but I lean in and kiss her cheek.
“We’ll talk later,” I murmur, and kiss Nat’s forehead as I walk back down the hall.
She’s going to know what it feels like to be loved like that if it’s the last thing I do.
***
I clasp Alecia’s hand tightly as Leo walks a nervous Meg down the aisle. I talked Alecia into sitting next to me during the ceremony as my date last night while I was buried inside her and she couldn’t even remember her name.
Playing dirty? Damn right.
It worked.
The sun is setting behind us, casting everything in gold, making Meg’s auburn hair shine. She’s on Leo’s arm, walking to “Baby, I Love Your Way” being played by Leo’s band, Nash.
The guitarist, Jake, is singing the lyrics in his rough voice, perfect for the song, and for Meg.
She’s smiling brilliantly, her eyes pinned to my youngest brother, whose eyes have gone glassy.
Of all of my brothers, I’ve come to learn that Will is the one that isn’t afraid to show his emotions. Whether he’s happy, sad, hungry, angry, it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t hold back.
I couldn’t respect him more.
“Who gives this woman to this man?” The pastor asks when the music ends.
“I do,” Leo responds, kisses Meg, then joins his own wife next to me.
“Unca Will!” Olivia exclaims and points to Will excitedly.
“Yes, baby,” Nat whispers in her daughter’s ear as Will turns and winks at the toddler.
“Dearly beloved.”
The pastor speaks of love. Commitment. The sanctity of marriage.
The promise.
And I can hear him, but all I can focus on is this woman at my side, with her hand in mine, and all of the promises I want to make to her. Telling her this now would send her running into the hills, but Alecia is it for me. I love her. I can’t imagine my life without her.
If that’s not commitment, I don’t know what is.
“And now, the vows. Megan, I’ll ask you to recite your vows first, please.”
The pastor steps back and all our eyes are pinned to Meg as she takes a deep breath and stares up into Will’s eyes. She grins.
“I wrote it all down, but I just realized that I don’t need to read a piece of paper to tell you how I feel about you.” She swallows hard and her face sobers. “I take you, Will, to be my husband. I vow to always be honest, to be fair, to be spontaneous, and to always hold you in the highest regard. I promise to dream with you, to support you, and to always be your biggest fan. I will be your faithful partner, your unyielding encouragement, and your forever love.” She blinks and one tear falls down her cheek, but Will catches it with his thumb and rubs the apple of her cheek tenderly. “I promise you this today, and every day, for the rest of my life.”
“Will, your vows, please,” the pastor says kindly, as Will brushes a tear of his own away.
“Megan,” he begins and has to pause to swallow hard. “I hope you understand today how very much I love you. I wonder if you’ll ever truly understand how much of me belongs to you. You are the delight of my life. Loving you is an adventure that I wouldn’t miss for the world. I’m honored, my love, to take you as my wife today. I vow to spend the rest of my life giving back to you what you give to me every day. To be your constant companion, your most trusted confidant, and your truest friend. I vow to never keep score. I vow to accept you, to honor you, as you are, for the rest of my life. I will be faithful to you, forsaking all others. I will choose you, always.”
“Wow,” Jules whispers, and wipes the tears from her face.
Meg and Will exchange their rings, their faces bright with smiles and tears, and finally, the pastor says, “You may now kiss your bride.”
Will sweeps Meg right off her feet and into his arms, kissing her soundly, and making us all laugh.
“Atta boy, Montgomery!” his teammate yells, as we all stand and applaud.
“It’s my honor to present Mr. and Mrs. Will Montgomery!”
***
It’s time to take my woman upstairs.
The crowd is thinning considerably. At just after two in the morning, Will and Meg are still dancing in the middle of the floor. Most of Will’s teammates are still here, talking, mingling, and hitting on a few of the nurses that work with Meg at the hospital. All of the food and cupcakes were long ago inhaled. I lost count hours ago of how many bottles of wine we went through tonight.
I know it’s in the hundreds.
I’m so damn proud of Alecia for not only pulling off the event, but for making it spectacular.
My eyes find her, smiling and talking with Blake and Emily, at the empty cupcake table.
“Emily,” I say as I approach, “can you finish up here?”
“I can’t leave—”
“Yep,” Emily says, interrupting Alecia with a broad smile. “Blake will help me.”
“There are still guests here. I have to stay.”
“No, you don’t.” Blake pulls her in for a hug. “You kicked ass today, Leash. Go celebrate.”
“Are you sure?” Alecia asks Emily.
“Absolutely.”
Alecia turns to me, and for the first time today I can see the exhaustion settling in. If I have my way, she’ll sleep for three days straight.
“Let me say
goodnight to Will and Meg.”
I nod and watch her walk to my brother and new sister-in-law. They both hug her tightly, and wave at me as she returns to me, tucks her hand in mine and says, “I’m ready.”
She doesn’t speak as we walk into the house and up the stairs. The silence is comfortable.
Welcome.
I reach around her to open the door to my master suite and gesture for her to go in before me and smile when she lets out a gasp of surprise.
“What is this?” She turns those wide brown eyes to me in wonder.
“A celebration, tesoro.” I close and lock the door behind me and lead her further into the room. Candles flicker around the room, the only light in the space. Pink tulip petals have been formed into a heart on the bed, and right in the center of them are…
“Shoes!” she exclaims and hurries to the bed. “Oh, my God.”
“What is it?” I press my chest to her back, my hands gripping her shoulders, and kiss the top of her head.
“There are blue boxes in those pretty pink shoes.”
I grin. “Indeed.”
“And the pink shoes are strappy.”
“Right again.”
She crosses her arms and grips my hands with hers, holding on tight. “We’re celebrating Will and Meg with designer shoes and blue Tiffany boxes?”
“No.” I turn her to face me and cup her face in my hands. “We’re not celebrating the wedding, cara. We’re celebrating you.”
She frowns in confusion.
“You were amazing, not just today, but during this whole process. You should be so proud of yourself, sweetheart.” I kiss her soft forehead, her nose, and then gently lay my lips on hers, kissing her lightly before pulling back. “Don’t you want to open the boxes?”
“Desperately.” She chuckles, and turns back to the bed.
“Wait. Let’s get comfy. I’ll rub your feet while you open the boxes.”
“Wow. This is a lot of pampering, Dominic.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” I wink at her and help her get comfortable, leaning against the pillows. I pull her shoes off her small feet, sit on the bed, and begin kneading the arches.
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