by Aria Ford
We looked at each other. His smile said all the words that were inside me. He looked so happy. I smiled back.
We walked down the aisle into the flow of confetti, happy shouts and congratulations. Then we were piling, laughing, into the car. Scott had Stella cradled to his chest. We kissed on the back seat.
“I love you,” I whispered in his ear.
His hands traced over my shoulders, his touch setting my body on fire. He drew me into his embrace so that we were both—Stella and I—held against his chest. “I love you too,” he whispered. “I love you too.”
***
I followed Jackie through into our bedroom. I had thought we should jet off somewhere for our wedding night, but she had insisted on having the evening together at home. Now that we were here, I wasn’t sorry about that. The media would have followed us anywhere else and it wouldn’t have felt as, well, personal.
Now I leaned against the bedroom door with her in my arms and kissed her. She looked so, so lovely. I was almost shy to touch her.
“Jackie,” I breathed.
She smiled and cupped my cheek in the way she had that made me feel so warm inside. I kissed her hand, and she smiled at me, her eyes unfocused.
I laughed. Ran my hand down her hair. We had left the veil in the sitting room, and I stroked her soft, fluffy hair in the magnificent style. I looked down at her and kissed her again. Her body was pressed against mine and I could feel my cock harden as I held her close.
“Jackie,” I whispered as I kissed her neck. Her skin was so sweet and warm under my lips. I sucked it gently and she laughed, a small, happy sound. It made the blood flood my loins. I reached down and locked my arms around her, lifting her so that she was in my arms.
I carried her to the bed, laughing and protesting. Put her down on it. My own body was so aroused now I wasn’t sure if I could slow it down. But I had to. I wanted to make this a night to remember.
I held her against me while I reached behind to unfasten the dress. My fingers were trembling so much I could barely lift the little loops of silk off the small, round buttons, but I managed. While I worked I kissed her neck. She was giggling as my lips tickled her and the sound was setting me aflame.
I kissed her back onto the bed and slid the dress forwards over her arms. Worked it down over her feet where it slid away. I stared at her.
Wearing bridal lingerie, she was unbelievable. My cock throbbed angrily, a warning that I had to do something now or I was in danger of spending myself just looking at her. I went to the bed, fumbling with longing, blinded fingers for the laces of the corset. I managed to work it off and stared at her hungrily. It was like unwrapping Christmas gifts. Everything I took off revealed something amazing.
I did it slowly, kissing her left breast and then the right one as I slipped the bra off. My body flooded with heat as I felt that warm roundness with my hands. I pushed her back onto the bed and slowly, so slowly, slid her panties down. My eyes feasted on her lying there.
My bride. My wedding.
I sighed. She was smiling at me. “You also need to get rid of something, there.”
I smiled. “I suppose I do.”
“Yes,” she purred. She sat up and fumbled with my buttons. I felt my heart melt as she undressed me too. I gathered her in my arms when she’d taken off my shirt, longing to feel her silk skin pressed against my chest.
We sat like that for quite a while, her body pressed to mine, my face buried in her warmth. I couldn’t quite believe the depth of feeling that ran through me. Love, joy, amazement. Wonder. Happiness. I choked. I couldn’t quite believe it.
Then, as she moved in my arms, longing rose again to overwhelm me. I shifted and finished what she’d started until we were both naked on the bed.
Then, slowly, as slowly as I could, I parted her thighs and felt her wetness. She was as ready as me! I gasped.
Trembling, I knelt between her thighs and slid inside. I gasped as I filled her, feeling the sweet, warm welcome that only she gave me. I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to be inside her. I pulled out and in, slowly, trying to find the ways that pleased her most. When I found the spot that made her cry out, I stuck with it.
In, out. In, out. In, out. Faster and faster and faster. My eyes were closed, breath gasping.
She was moaning and then she cried out, a ragged scream. Then it came. Crashing over my head like wildfire. I gasped and moaned and it kept coming. The biggest, strongest orgasm I had ever felt. I was pumping in her, my body spending itself.
I collapsed into her arms and we lay like that, my mind a featureless blank, until she moved.
She ran her hand down my back and into my hair, stroking me. I sighed and moved closer, kissing her neck.
“I love you,” I whispered in her ear. “Thank you, dearest.” I couldn’t find words to describe how incredible I felt. I had to thank her.
She smiled. Her face was so bright it seemed as if all the candles in the room had sparked there. “Thank you too, dearest.”
We lay there, our bodies pressed together, sharing the warmth of skin and the drowse of release until I rolled off her and held her in my arms.
We kissed, then, and, kissing, began to feel our desire kindling again. It was going to be a long night, I thought with some rising excitement. A long night, and a long morning. It was our night.
Our wedding night.
I still couldn’t quite believe it.
When I woke next morning, with Jackie in my arms and the scent of her in my nose, looking at the sweet smile on the curve of her mouth, I did start to believe it.
“Good morning, wife.”
She giggled. “That’s nice.” She opened her eyes. “Good morning.”
We rolled into each other’s arms, and it was a long time before either of us left the bed. When we did, drowsy and sated, we looked at each other—both, I think, a little awed.
“I love you,” I said, staring at her where she stood in the hazy daylight filtered through the curtains.
“I love you too,” she said.
We kissed.
Epilogue
It wasn’t that hard to convince Dad to move with us when we finally moved. Scott had put so much thought into everything. Found the perfect housing estate for all three of us—Dad and ourselves. It was outside of the city, set in leafy greenness. He was ecstatic.
So was I. The place was beautiful. A classic style with high ceilings and rooms bright and sunny, with room for a nursery for Stella and a big bedroom and a generous kitchen. It couldn’t have been more perfect if it had been made for us.
It was another three months of gentle debate about the decor before it was finally ready for us to move in. During that time, Scott’s dad had forgiven him. He had reinstated him in the will and even agreed to meet me. It had been tense, but worth it. Scott loved his dad and I was pleased to see them back together. The renovations wore on, and our plans reformed and grew. And I was glad we’d waited for it all to be redone before we did.
Now I stood in the kitchen, looking out of the long, french windows onto the terrace and our lawn. Dad was out there—he lived next door now and looked amazing—and with him was Stella.
“…and these ones will grow and flower in the springtime,” he was telling Stella. She toddled beside him, looking up with big trusting eyes. She was nine months old now, and starting to walk.
“Jackie?”
Scott called me as he came out of his office. It was the weekend and we were enjoying the time together. He stood with me and we looked out into the garden together.
“She said it again this morning,” I said.
“She did?”
“Yes.”
We stood and watched Stella as she followed my father around the garden trustingly. The look in his eyes when he looked down at her still made my heart ache. She meant the world to that guy.
“I haven’t heard her.”
“Wait,” I said, turning to kiss him. “You impatient man, you.”
“Scott…” I murmured, drawing his hard, firm body against my own. “I want you too.”
“Shall we go upstairs?” he whispered.
I was going to reply, and in the affirmative, too, when the door opened.
“Hello, you two,” my father said. “Returning one small girl to her home…”
Stella was beside him, clinging to his hand. I smiled down at her. I looked at Scott. He was looking down at her with the awe and tenderness that never failed to bring a lump to my throat.
I helped my dad up the steps while Scott went to talk to Stella.
“Would you like tea, Dad?” I asked him as he cleaned his boots and walked slowly into the warm, spacious kitchen.
“That sounds good,” he agreed genially. At that moment, Scott made an urgent sound.
“She said it! She did! She did.”
I smiled. Went to join him. He was holding Stella and lifted her gently so that she was between both of us.
“Say it again, Stella,” he whispered gently “Who am I, Lovey? Hey?”
She looked up at him, big gray eyes solemn. “Da,” she said.
I blinked back tears and saw that Scott was crying. Unashamed, big tears rolled down his cheeks. He was smiling, too, and then we were both laughing.
Stella joined in the laughter and I heard my dad chuckle as he rattled with the tea things in the sink.
“Yes,” I whispered to Stella, my voice too tight for speaking now. “That’s right.”
Scott was her Da. And we were a family. There was so much love in that house that I was surprised the walls didn’t break, showering it everywhere like a thousand shimmering sparks. Because sometimes your wildest dreams can come true. All you have to do is trust. And follow your heart.
The End
WET
A Brother’s Best Friend
Chapter 1
Tanner
Lindsey Scott seemed to be bored out of her mind, sitting at the table we had procured in the busy club.
“Do you want another drink?” I asked her.
I wasn’t trying to get her drunk, but I wanted to prove to her I wasn’t a jackass. I knew she thought I was more than a little self-absorbed. Shit, she had told me enough times.
She smiled at me. “That’d be great. Rum and Coke, please.”
God, she was fucking hot. I had known her forever and literally watched her blossom practically overnight. My best friend, Brian, was a little overprotective of his little sister, but even he could acknowledge she was very pretty.
I brought her drink back. “Here ya go,” I said, delivering it to her.
“Thank you. I swear, this is going to be my last one.” She giggled, talking loud to be heard over the thumping music.
I winked. “Sure it is. It’s okay to let loose once in a while.”
She rolled those beautiful brown eyes. “Yeah, yeah, Mr. Big Shot, best trainer in the state,” she teased.
I leaned in close to her, our shoulders touching. “You know I’m the best—at everything.”
Her head went back, and she opened that perfect mouth and laughed. Her long, bleached-blond hair cascaded down the back of the chair, and her slender neck was exposed. I fought the urge to dive in and lick all that tanned skin.
“You’re—”
“Don’t you dare say it!” I held up a hand. “Who just bought you a drink?”
Another sweet laugh revealed all those perfectly straight white teeth, “You’re right. You have grown, Tanner Brown. Look at you, all gentlemanlike, getting a lady a drink, knowing damn well there’s no hope you’ll get laid later.”
I raised my eyebrows. “Are you sure about that?”
Brian glared at me. “I’m sure about that,” he snarled, only half-joking.
“He doesn’t fool me, Brian,” Lindsey assured her big brother. “Tanner is the world’s biggest flirt who has this idea women will fall at his feet if he flashes that sexy little smile and turns those smoldering green eyes on them. I’ve seen this guy cry when he fell off his bike. His tricks don’t have the same effect on me.”
Brian nodded but looked at me. “Back off my sister, dude. There are about a million girls in here. Go flirt with them.”
I laughed, pretending it was all a joke, but deep down, I knew different. Lindsey was gorgeous, smart, and a kick-ass swimmer. Her body was rocking, and I could see myself getting to know her much better than I already did. It wasn’t the first time I’d noticed how attractive she was, inside and out.
“I gotta take a piss. I’ll be back.” Brian scanned the room before standing and leaving our small table.
“Have you seen Brittany?” Lindsey asked, scanning the room for her wayward best friend.
I shook my head. I’d been a little too absorbed in my best friend’s sister. “Nope, not since she hit the dance floor with that dude.”
She nodded, looked only a little concerned, and took another drink from her straw.
“How’s training going?” I asked, genuinely interested.
She put a hand to her forehead. “It isn’t.”
“What? Aren’t you trying out for the Olympics this year? You’ve been busting your ass for this for too long to give up,” I began lecturing.
She shrugged, “My trainer gave up and moved last week. No warning, no nothing. Just gone. I am so screwed.”
“I’ll train you,” I said without thinking. Could I handle it? I was beyond attracted to her and seeing her parade around in the typical one-piece bathing suit of a professional swimmer would probably leave me with a constant erection, but I wanted to do this for her. I could handle it, and she deserved a shot at making it to the top.
She smirked. “Yeah right.”
“I could. You know I could. I’m the best, after all. I’ll bust your ass into shape and make sure you get your spot on the team.”
She looked serious for a second before she waved a hand in the air, essentially waving away my offer. I knew she could afford my rates. Well, her family could. They were very wealthy, and because of them, I had found a way to make myself quite comfortable as well.
“Uh-oh,” she muttered, staring over my shoulder.
I turned to see Brian and another guy I didn’t recognize. Their noses were almost touching. I waited to see if it was going to erupt into a fight or if they would posture a bit before cooling their jets. The two men separated, and Brian made his way toward us.
“What’s up?” I asked.
“That dude is a douche. I bumped into him, and he wanted to fight me,” he said with disgust.
“Uh, Brian, he’s coming this way,” Lindsey interrupted.
I turned, and sure enough, big meathead followed by a couple of his buddies was headed to our table. Fucking awesome.
One of the guys stood directly behind me, effectively locking me in my seat at the table. His chest was pressing into my back. The guy Brian had squared off with was standing in front of him. Brian stood and got back in his face. Mr. Tough Guy’s buddy was standing behind Brian.
“Get the fuck off me,” I said, throwing an elbow back, landing it in the guy’s solar plexus.
He didn’t move.
I shoved back and spun around as I jumped off the barstool. I wasn’t a pussy, and no dumbass meathead was going to push me around.
“Guys, back off,” Lindsey said in a voice full of warning.
Before I knew what was coming, Tough Guy took a swing and hit Brian in the jaw. Brian swung into action and pushed the guy before throwing a punch and landing it in the center of the dude’s face. Blood erupted from what was probably a broken nose. Before I got the chance to do anything, the bouncers were on our table, surrounding Brian and the bleeding tough guy, dragging them both out of the bar.
I looked at Lindsey. “You okay?”
She nodded. “Yeah, but I think we better get out of here.”
When I lo
oked around, I could see Tough Guy’s buddies were hanging out and looking mad as hell. They were eyeballing me. Sure, I was always up for a good fight, but Brian would kick my ass if I got kicked out and left Lindsey in here alone.
“Finish your drink. They aren’t going to run us out of here.”
She picked up her glass and swallowed the contents in a long guzzle. That was going to go straight to her head and give her a nice buzz.
“Not exactly what I meant, but it works.”
I picked up my beer and took a long drink before putting the bottle down.
“We better make sure Brian isn’t getting jumped out there by himself,” I said, realizing the bouncers wouldn’t do anything once the men were outside.
“I need to find Brittany,” Lindsey said, jumping off the stool.
The tiny, tight pink skirt she was wearing had ridden up her thighs, revealing those perfectly shaped, muscular legs. I watched as she tugged it down before tugging down the fitted black shirt she was wearing. It, too, had ridden up, and her flat tummy was exposed just a hint. More tanned flesh. She looked up, her eyes met mine, and I knew she could see the desire. I couldn’t hide it.
“Stop,” she said, shooting me down.
“You’re hot, and you know it,” I told her with a grin.
She rolled her eyes. “Come on, let’s find her.”
“Text her and tell her to get her ass outside. I don’t want to try and find her in this mess.”
She nodded, and we made our way to the door. I placed my hand on the small of her back, gently guiding her through the crowd.
Once outside, we looked around and found Brian leaning up against the wall of the bar. “Took you long enough,” he grumbled.
“How’s your face?” I asked.
“Guy barely touched me, but we need to get out of here before his buddies come out and want to start more shit,” he grumbled.
Just then an obviously drunk Brittany walked out the door with a guy pressed behind her, his arms around her waist and his head buried in her neck. She was giggling and clearly enjoying the attention.