Slade smiles and pulls me into him before Tate starts to speak.
“Not many of you know me, but Sam and I go way back,” he says before he straightens his suit vest. He’s nervous. “Growing up together was my greatest childhood memory.” I smile as I feel my eyes well up with tears. “She was my best friend and when I moved away, we lost touch.” He looks down to the table and takes in a deep breath. “But what I’ve learned from that is no matter how long you are away from someone, you never forget them.” He looks over at me. “Your mother and Jack are looking down on you today smiling. Because you have found the love that they always wanted for you.” I swallow the lump in my throat. “And if they were here they would tell you how much they love you and wish you the best.” He lifts his glass. “Here’s to the good memories and the best to come.”
******
SLADE
We walk down the stairs of the church as we head to our limo when my mother grabs a hold of Angel’s hand.
“The bouquet,” she says looking down to it in her hands.
“Oh, I almost forgot,” she says with a smile. She turns around and looks at everyone standing by the entrance. “I’m gonna throw the bouquet,” she informs everyone.
The guys scatter off to the sides as the ladies stay on the steps. Angel turns around and tosses it up in the air behind her.
Holly’s cousin squeals as she catches it. She the scans the crowd until she finds Parker and smiles at him widely as she waves the bouquet in the air.
He has an instant look of panic on his face before he reaches over and grabs the first woman he sees, who happens to be Tate’s mother, and places his lips on hers.
Angel gasps as she reaches over and pulls Laura away from him. Parker looks up to make sure that Holly’s cousin saw it and sees her stomp off now pissed.
“Whew, that was close,” he says with a smile.
“Not close enough,” I mumble.
He frowns at me. “What do you mean?”
“That was Tate’s mother you kissed,” I say with a smirk. “Tate is going to kill you.”
“Fuck—” He looks around frantically. “I’m so sorry,” he says walking over to Laura as she now stands next to Angel.
She places her hands up as she shakes her head quickly. “One kiss is more than enough,” she assures him. “The next one will cost you.”
He smirks. “Oh yeah? How much will it cost me?” he asks with a cocky smile.
She narrows her eyes on him. “A broken nose and a fat lip,” she says simply.
I try to hide my smile at her response.
He takes a step back from her and then scans the crowd for Tate once again. “Where is he?” he asks with a look of panic on his face now.
Braxton walks over to us holding hands with Missy. “I saw him head to the back room with that chick he was dancing with earlier.”
“Maybe he didn’t see then. If any of you tell him I will punch you,” Parker hisses. “Well, just the guys. I wouldn’t hit a girl,” he adds.
*****
I sit in the limo as it pulls away from the church. Angel is turned around waving goodbye to everyone with a big smile on her face. She turns back around and plops down beside me. I lift my arm and wrap it around her bare shoulders.
“So, do you feel any different now that we’re married?” she asks looking up at me with a smile on her gorgeous face.
I smile down at her running my finger along her jawline. “I feel like my life just started,” I answer truthfully.
Her smile gets even bigger, and she leans up to press her lips to mine. I was telling her the truth.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
SAMANTHA
We pull up to the Ritz-Carlton where we are staying at night. We have an early flight out in the morning. To where, I don’t know. It’s still a surprise. Holly came over two days ago and packed my bags for me. She said she knew exactly what I needed to take.
The elevator opens and I squeal as Slade picks me up and cradles me in his arms. “What are you doing?”
“I’m carrying you over the threshold.”
“Isn’t that supposed to be at our house?” I ask.
He gives a little snort. “I’ll do it then too.” He proceeds to walk us down the hallway to the very end. He stops at the last door on the right.
We stand there for a few seconds as he tilts his head. “I should have thought this through better,” he mumbles.
I giggle. “Where is your key?” I ask.
“In my left pocket.”
I push away just a little bit to reach around his arm and down into his pocket. I pull out the key and place it in the door to unlock it.
He kicks the door open and I gasp as I look over the beautiful suite that we have. “It’s beautiful,” I say as he slowly sets me down on my feet.
I turn to face him. “Slade. You didn’t have to get this.”
Vivian and Mark offered to pay for everything, but we refused. We are adults and have the funds to afford what we wanted. We didn’t want them spending their money. But there were a few things that Slade insisted on paying for himself. The entire honeymoon. He said it was a surprise, and he didn’t want me to know anything about it. I didn’t have the heart to tell him that I will find out when we get to the airport tomorrow. The ticket will give it away.
He smiles as he looks around the room, then he looks down to me. “Only the best for you, Angel.” He places his hands on my hips and smiles. “Did I tell you that I love the dress?”
I smirk. “No. You didn’t.” I shrug carelessly.
He brings his face down to mine. “Well, I do.” His hands start to slide up my sides as he leans down and places his lips on mine.
I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss his back softly. I don’t want to scare him. I’ve been craving his touch, for his command to drop to my knees. Or to lie face down. Anything that would tell me he wants some of that control that I allow him to have. But one thing I don’t want tonight is rejection. Not on our wedding night. So, I won’t push him. I’ll let him keep things soft if that’s what he wants.
He pulls away and speaks, “Turn around.”
I do as he says and pull my hair up and out of his way when I feel his hands go to work on untying my dress. Once he unties the bow he very slowly pulls the long piece of fabric through the holes until it’s completely removed from the dress. I then feel his hands back on me as he releases the hooks that run up the inside of the dress.
I let my hair down and grab a hold of my dress before it falls off of me. I spin around and look up at him. “Thank you,” I say and go to walk off but he grabs my arm and stops me.
“Come here,” he says pulling me into the bedroom of our suite. The white fluffy comforter is covered with red rose petals and there’s a silver bucket with ice and champagne in it along with two glasses. Too bad I can’t have any of that.
He stops and stands at the end of the bed, and I notice he still holds the satin tie to my dress in one hand. He places it on the foot of the bed and then turns to me. He spins me around and helps me out of my dress and then unclasps my strapless bra. He then grabs my panties and slowly runs them down my legs.
Once naked I turn and face him wondering what he plans on doing.
He smirks as if he knows what I’m thinking. He slides his hands in my hair and lowers his lips to mine. “You’re mine,” he whispers against my lips, and I shiver at his words. “I’m going to show you exactly what that means, Angel.” He growls and his hands tighten in my hair. “I’m gonna tie your hands with the strap from your dress. Then I’m gonna blindfold you with my tie.”
I nod my head quickly and the corner of his lips turn up. “I wasn’t asking for permission,” he says simply, and I suck in a deep breath.
He pulls away and releases my hair. He runs his thumb over my parted lips as I breathe heavily. “You can scream my name as loud as you want tonight, baby. Do you know why?”
I shake my head quickly knowing he’s taking his sweet time to get
me worked up. “Because I want the entire fucking hotel to know that you belong to me,” he growls.
*****
SLADE
We wake up already running late for our flight. Angel runs around the room and digs deep into her suitcase trying to find what all Holly has packed for her.
“We gotta go, babe,” I holler as the bellhop knocks on our door. I help him place our luggage onto the cart as she comes running up to me while throwing her hair into a ponytail.
“I’ll finish getting ready on the plane,” she announces making me smile. She looks beautiful, I don’t know what else she needs to do to get ready.
We hop in the limo that awaits us and make our way to the airport. She reaches over and holds out her hand to me. “What?” I ask.
“My ticket.” She shakes her hand that held out if front of me.
I smirk. “What ticket?”
She huffs, “You can’t keep where we are going a secret, Slade. I’ll have to show my ticket and ID for security.”
I smile wider. Little does she know that I chartered a private jet. There will be no security or checking of IDs. Well, not hers anyways.
I just shake my head. “I’m not telling you where we are going. Just sit back and relax.”
She huffs once again but I see the smile on her face as she leans back in her seat.
We pull up to the airport, and she frowns as we pass all the different airline drop-offs. We come to the end and the limo slows to a stop as a gate is opened for us.
“Where are we going?” she asks looking around.
“It’s a surprise.”
“You and your surprises,” she mumbles.
The car starts to move forward, and she turns to watch them close the gate behind us. We come to a stop in front of a private hanger. Our plane sits out in front of it on the end of the runway.
“We have our very own private jet, darling,” I say sweetly. I laugh as I get out of the car, and she stares at me in total shock.
I hold out my hand, and she numbly takes it and exits the cab behind me.
“Slade?” A man in his late sixties with silver hair and a beer belly comes walking toward me with his hand stretched out to me.
I grab it and shake it. “Bennie,” I say with a smile. I’ve been speaking to this man for the last week trying to get everything organized. He is a friend of my father’s and just happens to be a pilot.
“This must be the wonderful Samantha, who I have heard so much about.” He holds his hand out to her.
She takes it in hers and shakes it slowly. “Yes,” she whispers, and I hide my smile.
“I’m Bennie. I will be your pilot today. Are you guys ready?” He faces me once again.
“Yes, just need to load the luggage.” I start to move toward it when he stops me.
“Nonsense. Jordan will grab all of that for you.” He gestures to the guy who is already pulling our luggage out of the trunk of our limo.
I grab Angel’s hand and start to pull her away from the limo. “Did you get your purse?” I ask her.
She nods. “Can you speak?” I ask with a smirk.
“Not really.” Her voice comes out soft.
I laugh as we start to walk up the steps to the Falcon 2000EX EASY jet. It looks brand new, and that’s because it is. I was told they are the best for long range flights overseas, which is what we need.
We walk into the plane, and I smile as I hear Angel suck in a breath as she looks around at the aircraft. The walls and ceiling are white. The chairs are a beautiful soft cream leather. The back door to the bathroom is a pretty rich dark wood door, which matches the tables and trim.
“What do you think?” I ask turning to face her.
“I think…” She swallows. “I think you outdid yourself.”
I give her a proud smile.
“Everyone ready?” Bennie asks coming out of the cockpit.
“Yes, Sir,” I say leading her to a seat.
He nods his head, and I sit in the chair across from her.
“How many does this plane seat?” she asks rubbing her hands on the armrests.
“Ten.”
Her eyes finally land on mine, and she gives me a slow smile. “You didn’t have to do all of this.”
I didn’t have to. I wanted to. She deserved something spectacular.
“Anything for you, Angel,” I say.
She smiles as she leans back into the seat. She lays her head back and closes her eyes.
My eyes look down to the silver band that is wrapped around my ring finger; her father’s wedding ring. I’ve never been the type of guy to wear anything besides a watch. But I know I will never take this ring off.
I smile as I turn it around on my finger. She is officially all mine. And I am all hers.
She sighs, and it pulls my eyes away from my ring to look up at her sitting across from me. I allow my eyes to wander over my wife. I start at her pink high heels and make my way up her tan legs. Then to the white cotton dress she is wearing that stops a little above her knees. The shoulder straps a small thin strap holding it up. I want to peel it off of her slowly. And make love to her right here, right now. We have ten hours on this plane, and I can think of several things to do to her to pass the time.
The engine comes to life, and she smiles as she continues to lean her head back with her eyes closed.
I continue to watch her as we make our way down the runway. I slide my hand down over my erection as I try to readjust it behind my zipper. I lean my body back into my seat as the plane tips up taking off.
Once it flattens out I can’t wait any longer. I move out of my seat and kneel on my knees in front of her. I run my hands up her soft legs. Once I reach her knees I give a little bit of force and push them apart.
She sighs but doesn’t open her eyes. Maybe she fell asleep. She has been very tired lately due to her pregnancy.
I run my hands up her thighs, lifting her dress in the process. Once I make it to her lace thong, I grab a hold of it and gently slide the nude panties down her legs. Pulling them over her heels, I throw them behind me.
I grab her hips and pull her ass to the edge of the chair. I lick my lips before placing them on her smooth pussy. I softly give her a kiss before letting my tongue dart out and run over her lips.
She shifts but I tighten my hands on her hips.
“Slade?” she hisses.
I look up to her and smile. “Yes, Angel?”
She tries to push her dress down and she looks behind her to the wooden wall that separates us from the cockpit. “We can’t. He’ll see us.”
“No he won’t. He’s flying.”
She shakes her head once again trying to push her dress down. I remove a hand from her hip and place my thumb on her clit. I press it into her as I start to make little circles with it.
“Slade,” she says my name once again but this time it’s more breathless.
She places her hands in my hair, and I take that as a sure sign to have my way with her. I place my head back between her thighs and this time use my thumb to separate her lips. Giving my tongue full access to where I want to be.
“God,” she sighs, and her body slumps more into her chair and I don’t stop until she’s biting her lip to keep quiet as she rides her orgasm out.
CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
SAMANTHA
A total of three naps, five orgasms, and ten hours later I feel the plane start to descend. I look out my window trying to catch a glimpse of anything but I don’t recognize where we are.
Then I spot something in the distance that looks familiar. “Paris?” I breathe as I stare at the Eiffel tower. I continue to look at it as it gets bigger and bigger in my window.
I blink a few times. There’s no way. It can’t be. Maybe we just need to refuel.
I’ve always wanted to go to Paris.
I look over at him when I realize he hasn’t said anything. His baby blue eyes are trained on mine, and his face is expressionless. He’s staring at me very in
tently and it’s already kind of unsettling. What is he thinking?
I swallow. “You brought me to Paris?” I ask again wide-eyed.
He gives me a quick nod. And I let out a breath. Paris! We’re honeymooning in Paris.
“Do you approve?”
My head snaps back over to look at him. “Are you serious?” I ask. “I’ve always wanted to come to Paris.”
His serious face finally breaks into a slow grin that makes him look like he’s keeping an evil secret.
“Wait?” I point my finger at him. “Did you already know that?”
He holds his hands out to his side. “You got me.”
I laugh. “How did you know?”
“I have my ways.” He winks and then comes to sit beside me as we look out the window as we fly over Paris.
We land and exit our plane and make our way to the limo that awaits us. It takes us about twenty minutes to get to our hotel. As we walk into the hotel I see a woman smiling at me.
“Bonjour,” I say excitedly as we pass by her.
Slade looks down at me. “You know French?”
I snort. “No. But everyone knows what bonjour means.”
We make our way to the registrations desk and I speak. “Bonjour.” I smile brightly.
She smiles up at me. “Bienvenue. Comment puis-je vous aider,” she says quickly.
Uh… “Si,” I respond making her frown.
Slade looks down at me with a smirk. “Si is Spanish, Angel.”
I shrug. “I know that.”
He gives me a look as if to ask ‘then why did you say it’?
“Actually,” the woman behind the counter gets our attention with a thick accent, “si in French means ‘if’.”
“Well there,” I say giving him a satisfied smile. At least it means something.
He shakes his head as he gives her his name and confirmation number. I take a look around at the beautiful hotel.
Its high ceilings and beautiful paintings make it look very historical. The walls are a dark brown with murals painted directly onto them. The sitting area in the main lobby has high-back chairs that are the color of liquid gold.
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