The Wedding Agreement (The Green Family Series Book 1)

by Annie Dyer

  “What?”

  “Contraception. We haven’t talked about it.” Her hand stayed on my cock having slipped underneath my sporran. “I’m on the Pill. I haven’t got any nasties.”

  “I got checked after Carla. Same here.” I hoped I knew what she was going to say.

  “Bare then? I don’t want to have to stop…”

  I kissed her again, softly, giving her a promise. “If that’s what you want, I’ll be happy to oblige.”

  She laughed, lightly slapping my chest. “I just made your day!”

  “Several times, several times.”

  Before I could escape with Imogen to the bridal suite, which I expected would have been decorated by my brothers and her sisters in some not so pleasant ways, we had the first dance and the evening guests to greet. I tried to focus on the family and friends who arrived, circulating between groups of people, Imogen’s mother introducing me to people I might never meet again. It was already dark outside, had been for some time, the castle lit up dramatically so the evening guests could find their way from wherever they were staying.

  “We’re going to begin the first dance in about five minutes.” Our wedding organiser, Lita, put her hand on my shoulder, giving me a smile that I was surprised she’d had the energy for, given the pace she’d lived the day at.

  I looked over to where Imogen was, talking to her brother and a woman I recognised as the daughter of one of Lady S’ friends – Shona, I just about remembered.

  I headed over, my hand automatically going to Immy’s waist, and gave Shay a nod. I hadn’t spent much time with him; he’d been on shifts on the few occasions when I’d been out with Imogen and her sisters, so he was still looking at me like I was a mass murderer.

  “We have the first dance.” I muttered the words quietly to her. “This is the last part of being the main entertainment.”

  She smiled. “We’ll manage. I didn’t realise – Shona has an apartment near my old one.”

  I looked over at Shona, remembering a little more about her. She was an heiress, and a wealthy one. If I was right, she did some work for the charities her family had supported for a long time, and kept a fairly low profile.

  I offered her my hand. “It’s been a while since we’ve been at the same event.”

  She smiled, looking shy. “It has been. I tend to keep away from the big society events, but I couldn’t miss your wedding.” I couldn’t say she looked delighted for us.

  “Thank you for coming. I’m sorry – I need to steal Imogen so she can remind me how to dance.”

  Imogen took the hint and moved away, eyeing me suspiciously.

  “Have you slept with her, or something?”

  I shook my head. “Never even a kiss, but I think she might have been someone Lady S would’ve tried to set me up with. She’s ‘good stock’.”

  “Seriously?” Immy raised her brows. “That’s a term used?”

  I nodded. “By the old and traditional who want to keep their money in certain families. This is the last thing we have to do, right?” It was almost nine, and I wanted to be out of here by ten.

  “Last thing.” She looked about us, the guests starting to crowd round the dance floor. The band were fading out their previous song, getting ready for the song we’d chosen.

  It had been a hard thing to pick, being changed over the weeks where we were getting to know each other, and a topic we’d kept coming back to, changing our minds. Without any sort of history together, we didn’t have a song that was ours, but eventually – three days ago – we’d picked one and stuck with it, unless Imogen had changed her mind and I was about to find out now to what.

  She hadn’t. The opening bars of Be My Baby started up, and we started to dance, or rather sway in time. I twirled her round, but made the most of being able to hold her close in front of everyone – because wasn’t that what this was? A chance to show that she was mine.

  We danced the whole song, a few couples joining us, including her parents, and even mine which nearly caused Gus to pass out in shock. My attention moved between what was going on around us and her, mainly on her.

  I was starting to think that agreeing to marry a woman I’d only known when we were kids was the best thing I’d ever done.

  The track changed and I reluctantly let go of her to take hold of Vivi instead, as per some ridiculous tradition. Imogen walked into the arms of my grandfather, who had seen everything - the service, the speeches, the meal, and now the first dance.

  He twirled her around with much more ease than I did, and I remembered stories of how he and my grandmother used to dance every afternoon when they weren’t out.

  I stilled with Vivi now standing next to me, watching Imogen laugh as they carried on dancing. My phone was in my sporran, one of the items that had kept it heavy enough to hide any goings on down there after escaping to the cloakroom. I used my phone to video Grandfa and Imogen, capturing her smile and his laugh.

  The song finished, and he wandered back to Caroline who was smiling too. Imogen headed to me.

  “You saw that?” A piece of her hair had fallen loose. I didn’t put it straight – there’d be far more falling loose soon.

  “Videoed it. I think you made his year.”

  He walked over to us, Caroline on his arm, his kilt and sporran matching mine.

  “Noah, your bride’s a much better dancer than you.” He clapped me on the back, his touch frailer than I wanted to remember it. “And far prettier.”

  My arm went around Imogen’s waist again. I was pretty sure one day I’d walk away and leave it there.

  “She is. Have you enjoyed the day?”

  He nodded. “You’ve done me proud, boy, seeing you all grown up and being settled like this. Makes me happy.”

  My gazed stayed on him, committing all of this to memory. This was what I’d wanted – him to see me settled and with someone he figured could be my person.

  “Good. That’s what I wanted.”

  His smile was euphoric. “You’ll come here again before Christmas?” He looked at Imogen. “See around the place when you’re not having to be the person on show?”

  She gave a firm nod. “I’d love to. We’ll set a date with Caroline when we get back from our honeymoon.”

  I pressed a kiss to the side of her head, knowing she’d have to check her diary too. She was busy with work – her clearing ten days so we could go on a honeymoon hadn’t been easy, and I lost count of the number of times she’d apologised.

  “Good, good.” I saw him start to struggle. Maybe it was tiredness – he was old after all, or maybe it was dementia reminding us that it would never go away.

  Caroline gripped him a little tighter. “I think we’ll go and have a cup of tea somewhere quieter. See you in the morning before you go.” She patted Imogen’s shoulder and then led my grandfather towards the wing of the house where they lived.

  “Thank you.” I breathed the words into Imogen’s ear as we swayed to another song. “You have no idea what you have done for me and him.”

  She looked up at me, her eyes pooled with tears. “It was a pleasure to do. I hope it’s made him as happy as possible.”

  I nodded, needing a moment to swallow before I could speak.

  “I’m going to make you as happy as possible too. How long till we can leave?”

  Her laugh was better than any music. “An hour. Go mingle for an hour.”

  An hour was too long, and it ended up being more than that, with the number of people we spoke to, or dragged us on to the dance floor. We finally managed to slip away, a few quick goodbyes to our parents, Gus and Catrin, and we ran down the corridor, her shoes in one hand, my hand in her other, laughing like kids bunking off school.

  I pulled her down a narrow corridor that led to a set of stairs that were rarely used, pinning her up against the wall and kissing her. Her arms wrapped around me, and the kiss got messy quickly, weeks of need and want and tension pent up and ready to explode in the best way possible.


  I groaned, releasing my hold a little. “Let’s get to the bedroom. You know, that lot of arseholes will have booby trapped it.”

  “We could, you know, here…” Her hands released from me to pull up her skirts slightly. My wife, it seemed, was somewhat of an exhibitionist.

  “Bedroom. Locked door.”

  “Then I find out what’s under your kilt?” Her hand dropped to my thigh, waiting on top of the tartan.

  I bent my knees and scooped her up. I could get us there an awful lot quicker by carrying her.

  She squealed, her arms around my neck, shoes left on the floor. They could be rescued later. I climbed the stairs, forgetting how narrow these were, and took her to the suite that was ours for the night.

  Our luggage for tomorrow and belongings had been brought over at some point during the wedding, and at some point before the meal, Robbie and Maven had been here with Zeke and Catrin to attack the room.

  I opened the door still carrying her, keeping at least one tradition, soft lighting already on.

  Then we surveyed the room. Balloons were up everywhere, most saying ‘Just Married’ but then there were others in the shape of dicks and boobs. On the sofa was an open box, and I could already see the giant-sized dildo, and a book with instructions on how to please your lovers and what looked like a giant bottle of lube.

  It could’ve been worse.

  “We should donate these to Shay.” She whispered the words in my ear. “But let’s ignore them for now.”

  I kept hold of her, kicking the door shut and carrying her through the lounge to the large bedroom, which had windows on two sides and a balcony that overlooked the gardens and over to the small loch. Tomorrow, when we woke, the view would be phenomenal.

  But my view right now was even better.

  I put Imogen down on the bed, her white dress blending with the white sheets, her hair half lose around her head like a halo as she lay down, laughing.

  I leaned over her on my arms, taking her mouth with mine, plundering it with a kiss that was nowhere near sweet.

  Her hands got busy, pushing my shirt up from the kilt, the bowtie lost a while ago. I shrugged it off, my sporran now on the floor too.

  “I can’t believe you wore a kilt.”

  I grinned back down at her as I undid it, shucking it to the floor, losing the shoes and kilt socks. “Thought it would be a surprise.”

  “It was.” She sat up, watching me strip, resting on her elbows.

  It was the first time I’d been naked in front of her, and I was enjoying her reaction, her eyes running over my body and back to my cock, which was at full attention.

  She was still in her wedding dress, the skirts begging to be pushed up so I could fuck her for the first time.

  “I’ll need your help to get out of this.” She reached to a zipper at the side.

  I crawled back over her, my hand going to the zipper and helping her bring it down. I pressed a kiss to her collar bones, moving up to her neck and pulling down the straps over her arms enough to push the top down to free her breasts.

  I took my fill of them when I pushed myself up. Her tits were more than a handful, pink nipples that were hard and too tempting to not bring my mouth to. She gasped as I started to suck on one, teasing the tender skin with my teeth. I kissed my way to the other, trailing my tongue over her curves, tasting her. With the hand I wasn’t using to prop myself up, I pulled up her skirts, tucking some of the material messily under her ass.

  Her hands moved over my shoulders and through my hair and she pushed up her chest, asking for more.

  “You have sensitive tits?” I asked, as I pulled away from them.

  “Yes.” There was a nod. “I like what you’re doing.”

  “How much?” It wasn’t a question I needed answering, I could find out her response myself. I ran a hand up inside her leg to her pussy, cupping it and pressing my finger to her entrance.

  She was wet, her arousal like silk across the smooth skin there. I rubbed her clit, hearing her moan, my cock too hard, and the urge to sink straight into her enough to erase almost all the control I had left.

  “Now, please Noah. Now.”

  I moved my hand away from her, coming up on my knees and looking at the sight before me. Imogen, her wedding dress zipped down to exposes her tits and the skirts pushed up, just about enough for me to be able to see her sex as her legs spreading wider for me.

  “Second time we’ll take it slower.” I fisted my dick, pre-cum at the tip.

  “This is already slow enough.” There was a definite whinge to her voice.

  I moved one of her legs around my waist, leaning down over her, taking her mouth again, while I lined my cock up with her opening, teasing at the entrance.

  “Noah!” Her nails dug into my arse, urging me on, making me chuckle.

  “Someone’s desperate.” So was I, but I was enjoying torturing her far too much. I pushed inside her a couple of inches, hearing her groan and then edged back out, knowing the next time I entered her it would be all the way. I wouldn’t be able to control myself much longer after that. She was tight and wet, her white skirts fluttering around her making her look like a wanton virgin bride. I should be making her come first, but I figured we were both beyond that point.

  I thrust into her, all the way this time, managing to pause as soon as a I was balls deep to take her breath and let her adjust to my size. Her hands gripped my shoulders, one leg wrapped around my waist, the other spread.

  “Move, husband.” Her heel dug into my butt a little harder.

  “You’re not riding a horse you know.” I managed to speak, thinking of England’s top ten batsmen in internationals against the West Indies.

  “With what you have between your legs, it feels like I am. Now fuck me good.”

  I couldn’t wait any longer, my movements hard and deep, taking hold of her hips and fucking her with everything I had to give. Her tits bounced with each thrust, her nipples harder than before, her mouth open as she moaned. I held off until I felt her body tense, her pussy tightening as she teetered on the brink of coming.

  I sped up my thrusts, dropping my chest lower, my mouth to her ear. “I love fucking my wife.” The words were quiet, almost hissed, and I felt her come on my cock, her body convulsing.

  I came inside her, her pulsing pussy ripping away any control I had left, my orgasm announced with a growl and something that sounded like her name, before I half collapsed on top of her, taking my weight in one arm so as not to crush her.

  We stayed like that for minutes, our breath rapid, her heart thumping against my chest.

  “I don’t think we need to worry about the sex not being good.” She said the words with a smile, and then a kiss.

  “Never in doubt. Shower?”

  “Together?”

  I nodded. “We’ll get you out of the dress first.”

  Chapter Sixteen

  Imogen

  I hadn’t really known what to expect of Noah, but I hadn’t expected him to be the dominant one in bed. Or out of it. The men I’d slept with before had all been suits, apart from one bloke who’d been an electrician, but we’d definitely not found a spark, and the rest had left their alpha tendencies in the boardroom, leaving me more in charge than perhaps I wanted to be, and them cross about it afterwards.

  That hadn’t happened with Noah. I’d watched his face when he’d yanked my wedding dress up to my hips, when he’d unzipped the top like I was his favourite gift, and his expression when he’d seen me come undone was a picture I’d save for when I needed some me-time stimulus.

  He’d looked like he wanted to devour me.

  Afterwards in the shower, my wedding dress discarded on the floor in a heap, he’d been tender, gentle, soaping my skin like he revered it, taking every pin out of my hair with a care I hadn’t predicted, but should’ve expected. The shower was big, and conveniently had an inbuilt stone seat which made shower sex a hell of a lot more comfortable than trying not to slip and it a
ll being very unsatisfying. Instead, I’d straddled his lap, the shower setting turned to steam, and taken control, or tried to. His hands had been on my hips, bouncing me up and down on his cock like I was a doll, his dirty mouth telling me all about what he was going to do to my tits, and exactly how he was going to come on them, if he ever had enough of filling my pussy.

  Needless to say, it hadn’t taken me long to reach an orgasm that I was pretty sure made me pass out for a second, coming round to see Noah grinning at me, rather like the cat that had licked all of the cream from a very hidden place.

  There were more kisses, more touches, whispers about how good it was, I was, he was. We laughed, more relaxed now, the orgasm high still there, and the day almost done with.

  “Which side of the bed do you want?” He was lying in the middle of it, watching as I blow dried my hair.

  “Which side are you going to let me have?”

  He grinned, the sheet over his middle doing nothing to disguise that his cock was hard again. “Either below me or on top me.”

  I laughed. My robe had come undone and I hadn’t bothered to fasten it, enjoying his eyes on my body again. “Are you always like this, or is this just because you haven’t had sex in a couple of months?”

  “It’s because I’ve got a beautiful woman in front of me. Hurry your ass back here.” He patted the bed on his left side, which answered my question.

  I was tired, and I knew I was going to hurt in places other than my feet tomorrow, but I’d enjoy the ache, so it didn’t stop me from losing the robe before I crawled over the mattress towards him, pulling the sheet back to expose his rock hard dick.

  His hand went to cup my breasts, tugging on the nipple between his thumb and finger, which made me tip my head back, an electric pulse ripping from there to my pussy.

  “Are you sore?” He gently kissed the side of my neck. “I was rough before.”

  He had been. I hadn’t been taken like that before, but I wouldn’t say no again.

  “A bit, but we can take it slow.” His kissed me softly, slower than he’d ever done before, his hands caressing my breasts, playing with my nipples in a way that made me wonder if I could come from just that, switching between gentle strokes right over the tips to a firmer pinch.