by Elle Rease
But it was so, so hard not to get caught up in this emotional event.
“Ye look stunnin’, lass,” Reade said. He kissed her forehead and squeezed her good hand. “Welcome tae the family.”
“Thanks,” she managed.
He helped her up the step and placed her hand on his son’s. “Look after her, Bren.”
“Aye.”
A shiver of pure pleasure, thanks to his tone of voice, shot down her spine. Steeling herself, she raised her gaze to Brennan’s. Her breathing stopped and she forgot everything.
His stare was piercing, life-changing. There were so many emotions swirling in his icy eyes: love, pride, pure joy, lust… She was surprised that her dress didn’t fall at his feet in a pathetic mess. Heaven knew she wanted to do exactly that. What did she ever do to deserve someone so beautiful?
“Please be seated,” she heard the priest say.
Brennan moved closer, tilted her head back and pressed his lips to hers. His hands circled her waist tenderly, so at odds with the force of his mouth. He pushed his hips against hers, in case she wasn’t aware of how horny he was. As if he had the type of package one could ignore...
She melted in his arms. She didn’t hear the sniggers of her bridesmaids or the shocked gasps of the elderly. Why should any of that matter right now?
He broke the kiss, shifting his mouth to her ear. He was breathing as heavily as she was. “Ye look good enough to eat, lass,” he murmured. “And eat ye, Ah will.”
She whimpered as she clung to his jacket for support.
“Ye heard me.” He chuckled and nibbled on her earlobe. “Ah’ll have my tongue so far up ye’re pussy, ye’ll think it’s my cock. Ah’m gonna make ye cum until ye pass out.”
“Bren—”
“Shh, let’s get married first.”
Horrified at how wantonly she must’ve acted, her eyes stretched wide as they turned to the priest. She could slap herself for getting so carried away. The judgement in the priest’s eyes reminded her why she hated church.
“We weren’t at the ‘you may kiss the bride’ part, yet,” he admonished them with a stiff smile.
A few people laughed.
Brennan simply gave the old man a smug look and said: “Don’t act as if you wouldn’t have done exactly the same thing.”
This elicited another round of laughter. Cinnia had to cover her mouth to keep a straight face. Brennan’s shaking shoulders weren’t helping matters.
The priest cleared his throat, unimpressed. “Let’s get started, shall we?”
She missed most of his endless droning. Her body was only aware of Brennan, of how close he was, of his intentions. She could breathe his lust in, like a cloud of perfume. The tension of his body let her know how much he was holding back from throwing her over his shoulder and marching out of here.
She wanted him to, so badly.
And then the time came for them to exchange vows. He held her hand in his and stared at her with a faint smile. “Many people have asked me what it is about you, but I can’t tell them. Not because I don’t know, but because there are no words that’ll describe the scale of my feelings for you. They’ll always fall short.”
Tears distorted her vision of his perfect face. She wiped them away, Piper’s wrath be damned.
“Luckily, I know I’ll never have to explain it to you.” His voice was becoming intimate, as if he’s forgotten about their audience. “You know how I feel about you.”
Yes, damn it all, she knew. She might not understand why he loved her, but she knew he did. That was more than enough for her.
“This is what you mean to me.” He raised his fingertips to her forehead, softly tracing them to the corners of her eyes, where her bruises have begun to fade. He caressed her with great care while his eyes burned hers, telling her what he couldn’t verbalize.
I care about you so intensely that I never want you hurt. I am your protector and your rock. Always come to me with your burdens: I will do everything in my power to lighten your load. Turn to me. Trust me.
She got the message, loud and clear. Their bond was something that went deeper than the physical.
“And this,” he said. He ran his forefinger down the bridge of her nose, to the tip, a mischievous glint in his gaze.
You’re my best friend. I can be silly around you. You can call me your “softie” all you want, ‘cause that’s exactly what I am: yours. I want to make you laugh from now until eternity. Your happiness is my number one priority.
A sob snatched at her throat and her vision blurred again.
“And this.” He cupped her jaw in his hands, his long fingers sliding through her pinned-up hair while his thumbs stroked her lips. The muscle jumping in his cheek gave her a clear indication of what he meant.
No one else holds a candle to you. I was made to please you. I want you, on your best days and your worst. I live for your moans, your nails marking my back, your sweet pussy… I can never want anyone as much as I want you. You’re mine.
She burst into tears, overwhelmed by his love. She’ll never get used to it, but she’ll die trying.
“Forever,” he promised. He slipped the simple band on her finger and kissed her knuckles.
It was a battle to compose herself enough to continue. She smiled as he wiped the wet tracks from her cheeks. “No matter what I say, it won’t compare,” she warned him.
“That’s because I’m awesome,” he teased, winking.
She rolled her eyes and grinned at him. She didn’t even care if they were losing their audience’s attention: this was the intimate part of a wedding, meant for the two people getting married. They were making vows to each other that weren’t limited by the physical world.
“You are the most arrogant and Dominant man I’ve ever met,” she started.
Brennan barked a laugh, as startled by her admission as everyone else.
“For all I know, you’ve kept me from a better life since I was eight years old. You looked at me, saw something, and decided: ‘yes, that’s the one for me. That skinny, awkward girl who can’t kick a soccer ball clearly knows what it’s all about’. And so, you claimed me. You’re all I remember, a part of every childhood memory. Based on that, I might be missing out on so much that I don’t even know exists.” She glanced down at her still-healing wrist. “But I don’t care.” She sensed his relief and the weighted stares of their guests. “You’ve been my whole world for sixteen years. Even when I was gone, you were what I was trying to forget. If you did keep me from exploring life, then I don’t care what life’s really about. I just want to be where you are. I’ve wanted that since I approached a bunch of boys who were playing soccer.”
He tilted her chin up with an affectionate look on his face.
“You were all I thought about when I was attacked,” she admitted softly. “Most people strive to change the world, to make their mark on human history, but I just want to be remembered by those I love. I want to be good enough for you. My only goal in life is to be your old lady, to make you happy. That scared me for a while, but I’ve embraced it and now you’re stuck with me for the rest of your arrogant, dominating days.”
He chuckled and shook his head. “Where are you going with this, lass?”
“When I was lying on the ground…” She gave her wrist a meaningful look to let him know what she was referring to. “I kept thinking, ‘what if he doesn’t love me anymore? What if I’m damaged goods?’ And even if that were true, that you couldn’t stand the fact that I’ve been tainted, I would’ve still stuck around until you changed your mind because you’re the only one I’m willing to change with. You see something in me that I might never fully understand, but I see the same in you. Despite everything we’ve been through and done to each other, we’re at our best together.” She smiled tearfully. “I love you, Brennan.”
She wasn’t imagining the moisture in his eyes while she pushed the golden band on his finger. “You’re not tainted,” he reminded her, leaning forward to
press a kiss to her forehead. “You’re my Cin.”
Her nickname has never sounded so delectable, so… naughty. For the first time, she realized that it sounded like “sin”. Well, if she was his sin, she was definitely not going to change. He could sin with her whenever he damn well pleased.
“Now you may kiss the bride,” the priest announced.
She met him halfway, their lips colliding in a dance they knew off by heart. She wasn’t able to keep it appropriate for the venue and event, but she couldn’t give a damn. This auburn-haired Scotsman had stolen her heart from the moment she laid eyes on him, and he deserved to know that her passion for him hasn’t wavered since.
“Please heal faster,” he begged her breathily, catching her bottom lip between his teeth. “I need to be inside you in the worst way.”
“Doing my best,” she gasped.
He sighed deeply and shut his eyes, visibly trying to put a lid on his runaway hormones. “Come on, let’s go. The sooner this is over, the sooner I can make you cum.”
She allowed him to lead her out of the cathedral, only now remembering that there were hundreds of people cheering them on. Her cheeks flamed and she could only hope that they hadn’t heard all the intimate sex talk between her and Brennan.
His Harley was waiting outside, complete with a sidecar. She raised an eyebrow at him and he shrugged. “The doctor said this is better than you being behind me.”
“Wow, Bren, you really go out of your way to plan for things.”
“I like doing it.” He helped her to sit before mounting his Blackline. “They asked me to give them half an hour before we get to the hotel. That should be enough time.”
She frowned and glanced at the people streaming out of the cathedral. “Enough time for what?”
“You’ll see.”
And then their conversation was cut off by the rumbling of his motorcycle. He rode slowly, probably because neither of them were wearing helmets, and she tried to predict where they were going. If not the club, then where would he take her to pass the time?
Her confusion intensified when he pulled over at the sport fields of the high school they’d both graduated from. “What are we doing here?”
“You’ll see,” he repeated ominously, lifting her out of the sidecar. “Come on, lass.”
“Bren…” She trailed off, realizing that he was taking her to the bleachers where they’d shared their first kiss. The memory alone made her heart gallop. Her suspicions were confirmed as he pulled her out of view and pushed her against one of the iron bars holding the seating up.
“I’ve dreamt of this moment for years,” he let her know, tucking a wayward strand of hair behind her ear. “I’ve pictured it so many times: what I would say, what we would do. Nothing prepared me for this, though. It’s a million times better than anything I’ve ever conjured up.”
“What do you want to say?”
“I don’t give a fuck about words right now.”
She swallowed past the lump in her throat. “Then what do you want to do?”
“Wrong question,” he chuckled. “I want to tie you up and fuck you senseless. I want to make you cum by sucking your clit, fucking your pussy and then your ass. And then I want to go again. And again. Until we can’t walk anymore.”
Her blood warmed and she struggled remaining upright. “But we can’t do that, not yet,” she said, regretting every word. The look in his eyes promised wild, adulterated fucking, and her body wouldn’t be able to survive that, no matter how badly she wanted him to do whatever he liked to her.
“Aye,” he muttered. He stroked her skin from her shoulders to her wrists and pushed her arms behind her back. Her fingers made contact with cold steel. “That’s why I want you to hold onto this while I eat you out.” He gazed at her somberly. “Don’t let go, Cin. I’ll stop, if you do. I don’t want you to hurt yourself.”
She watched, fascinated, as he retrieved a strip of leather from his sporran to tie his hair back. “You planned this.”
“Aye.”
“I wish I could make you cum, too.”
“Me too.” He ran his hands over her breasts, cupping them and warming the leather of her corset. “You look so fucking good, lass. When you feel better, we’ll dress up like this again and do what we can’t do tonight.”
She licked her lips. “Okay.”
Brennan dropped to his knees and lifted her skirt. “So glad you listened to me about underwear,” he murmured appreciatively, letting the fabric of her dress fall over his shoulders and effectively hiding him from any peeping Toms. “Best pussy in the damn world.”
Her grip on the pole tightened fractionally once his mouth made contact with her nether lips. She’d gone for a wax with her bridesmaids earlier in the week and had decided to have it stripped completely bare, so she could feel every warm breath on her sensitized skin. She felt like a femme fatale, having a man ready to please her, and she didn’t hesitate when he prodded her legs apart.
His tongue took an unhurried journey over her sex, purposefully skipping the parts that craved his attention the most. Her clit throbbed with the need to be touched and her entrance was sopping wet, begging for relief. It’s been way too long since her last orgasm.
“Don’t move,” he reminded her before sliding his hands up her smooth legs. The one went to grip her ass while the other danced around her entrance. “If you move, I’ll stop.”
“Brennan, please.”
“I’ve got you, lass.”
He parted her using his lips, and then his mouth settled over her clit. He rubbed his tongue piercing over the bundle of nerves, making her painfully aware of his unhurried pace, as if they had more than half an hour to spare.
“I’ve missed your taste,” he moaned, applying more pressure.
She wished that she could see him, and yet it added an erotic element with him under her skirt like this. She shut her eyes and bit her bottom lip as his tongue became firmer and licked her from clit to entrance, and back up again. Her body burned with the need to move, but she took his warning seriously.
Frankly, she didn’t want him to stop. She’s been a horny mess for weeks, watching him forlornly while he took care of her. She’d begun to despise her injuries, since they were preventing her from getting physical with her favorite person in the entire world. They both needed this connection. It would’ve been even better if she could return the favor.
Brennan’s mouth became insistent and hungry quite quickly, almost as if something in him had snapped. Two of his fingers speared her, causing her to cry out in surprise. His other hand got forceful with her ass cheek and was probably going to leave marks.
She couldn’t give a fuck.
“Bren!” she gasped, straining to hold back from rocking her crotch in his face. His beard was creating delicious friction on her smooth core. Her toes curled and she bit her bottom lip as she was thrust right to the edge.
He nipped her clit with just the right amount of pain, right when the tips of his fingers pressed against her G-spot.
She was soaring, her orgasm rippling through her core. “Oh God!” she exclaimed. Her healing wrist strained as she gripped the pole behind her, careful not to move. Brennan was laving her stinging clit with his tongue, creating smaller bursts of pleasure.
“So good,” he mumbled as he slowly softened his attack on that spot deep inside her.
Cinnia whimpered, so turned on she wouldn’t be surprised if she could cum again in about three seconds. “Bren, please fuck me. I don’t care about my ribs.”
“I do.” His fingers slipped out of her and he got out from under her skirt. He was staring at his hand, which was glistening with her juices. “I don’t think you’ve ever been this wet before.”
“I need you,” she pleaded.
His darkened gaze met hers. “Aye, lass, I know ye do.”
She shut her eyes, trying to calm her heartbeat. It was no use: she was too sensitized.
“So fuckin’ beautiful.” The
rumble of his voice was closer and she could feel his warmth on her skin. “And now ye’re my wife, all mine.”
“And you’re mine.”
“Aye.” He touched the side of her face and tilted her chin up to kiss her, giving her a taste of her own essence. His other hand grabbed her corset and tugged it down, exposing her breasts. “Ah cannae get enough of ye.”
“Good.”
“Dinnae move,” he reminded her, pinching her nipple while he nibbled on her lower lip. “If ye keep being so obedient, Ah’ll grind ma cock on yer pussy.”
It was extremely difficult not to respond to anything he was doing. Her body was made to be pleased by him and it went against the grain to keep still. She gasped when his mouth shifted to her nipple. “I want your cock in my pussy.”
“Tha’ won’t happen until ye’re better, ye know tha’.”
“Bren—”
“We can still have fun, lass, so dinnae move.” He stepped back to look at her, those darkened orbs grazing over her exposed skin. “So fuckin’ fuckable. Jesus Christ, ye make me harder than Ah’ve ever been.”
“Show me.”
He gave her a lopsided grin. “Read my mind.” He unfastened the various buckles on his kilt and pushed it to his ankles, standing proudly. He’d been wearing his kilt like a true Scotsman, completely bare underneath. Moving closer, the muscles in his legs flexed as he lifted her skirt and tucked it into her corset. His hand went to her core again. “Ah’m so horny for ye, Cin.”
His lips fused to hers before she could respond, his tongue dueling and dominating hers. She wanted to rake her fingers through his hair, suck his bottom lip into her mouth, wrap her legs around his hips… Withholding from following her instincts was driving her nuts.
Brennan shifted down and pressed his dick between her legs. He began rolling his hips, causing his cock to rub her slit. She longed for the moment where he would change his mind and pierce her, but she knew it wouldn’t come. Even when he was crazy with lust, he was still very much in control. It’s one of the many things she loved about him, just as much as she hated it.
“So good,” he groaned on her neck, increasing the tempo of his thrusts. His one hand spread her ass cheeks while his lubricated fingers found her back door, nudging the tight ring. “I love every inch of yer body.”