by Pamela Ann
“Did I just hear you call my fiancée a devil, Chad?” Blake strode in with Toby. Both men looked dashing, but it was Blake’s possessive gaze towards me that made all the difference. It simply made me unbelievably attracted to him; there was a gravitational pull of desire between us.
Chad had his mouth ajar and started jumping like a four-year-old by the time I turned my attention back to him. “Get the fuck out, Sienna!” He squealed and pulled on my arm that held the engagement ring I had been hiding in between my breasts before all the drama had made me realize where I should have been wearing it all along. “OMG, girl, congratulations!” He drooled over the ring before he winked at Blake. “Wow, did you ever seal the deal with some major bling, Blakey-poo!”
Lucy tapped his head before congratulating us both on the engagement. I noticed the whole time that Toby hadn’t said anything and, when I did glance at him, his eyes hadn’t left Lucy.
Pulling away from them, I went and took hold of Toby’s hand to let him join in the fun.
“Hey! Smile a little, munchkin. How can you walk me down the aisle with a scowl?” Chad directed at Toby, who tried to look happy for him.
Chad was going to have Blake and Toby walk him down the aisle. He said he hadn’t felt the need to invite his parents since they’d never really supported him after he’d come out of the closet. Both men were honored to walk him down the aisle and, of course, Chad wanted to be the center of attention, which he certainly would with these two dapper men at his sides.
“Blimey, Chad. I am. Inside. Doesn’t that suffice?” Toby said before he caught Lucy’s gaze and their eyes locked. “Luce, it’s good to see you again. You look stunning as always.”
“Thank you,” Lucy responded in an icy manner. “Is it true? You’re getting married with a baby on the way?” Man, she did not hold back. The three of us watched as the former golden duo sparred with their words and eyes. The tension was beyond palpable.
“It’s in two weeks’ time. You are all invited,” Toby said calmly, but the veins on the side of his neck were bulging, instantly making his anger evident. He was in love with Lucy, but the stubborn, demented woman wouldn’t take him back.
“How quaint; an instant family! Congratulations! I hope it’s all you’ve ever hoped for and all you have ever dreamt of. I’m sure Amelia is delighted to be pregnant.” Lucy’s barbed words shot out of her mouth.
Toby shook his head before responding to her. “No, it wasn’t what I had dreamt of having. Not even close. I’ll try to make the most out of it, though. Amelia isn’t all that bad. She truly adores me and, in some way, I like that about her. I don’t have to constantly fight about getting my way because she agrees with me.” He gave her a curt nod before he spun around and directed his next words to both Chad and Blake, “Time to head out and get this horny bastard married.”
With the giddy Chad in tow, the guys went out while Lucy and I followed.
It was a beautiful garden wedding, with a black carpet aisle scattered with hot pink and white roses and the cozy pergola was covered with white and pink roses as well. The whole place smelled of roses, romance, love and the celebration of life that was to occur. The ceremony was touching. Even though Lucy and I tried to hold back the tears, it was impossible not to blubber by the end.
“Forgot to bring tissues, didn’t you, poppet?” Blake handed me his monogrammed handkerchief and I smiled gratefully to my Knightly.
“You always think of everything.”
As I wiped my tears cautiously, his lips caressed my ears, sending delicious tingles all over me. “I can’t help imagining it’ll be us getting married soon.”
I poked him, sniffing. “Not yet. Let me finish my school then I’m all yours, babe.”
Blake tugged on my hand, kissing the back of it. “Someday.”
“Thank you.” I gently smiled at him, knowing how much he wanted to get married this instant, if I had wished it.
“Never say that. We’re in this together. Your need to finish your education is admirable and something you shouldn’t have to apologize to anyone for.” Blake kissed my forehead and then focused back on the ceremony.
For the entire duration, he held my hand. I knew, deep down, Blake already had everything mapped out for our future, but I needed some time to achieve my own goals. As much as I wanted to marry him, I craved finding my purpose before I submerged myself into married life.
Ten
Blake
Toby left the minute he saw Chad was beyond plastered. As did Lucy, muttering some hideous excuse about schoolwork. Shaking my head, I stood up, handing out my hand. “Dance with me, amore.” Sienna smiled, taking my hand as I led us towards the crowded dance floor, gathering her close, more besotted than I ever had been.
“So what do you think of the party?” I peered at her, noting the dreamy look she had as she looked around with a smile across her lips.
“Simply beautiful. I love events like these. It never fails to make me want to celebrate love.”
That was a good sign, I thought, weighing things before I ultimately conceded and bit the bullet. “Sienna, I know you’re not ready for a wedding until you’re done with school, or perhaps even after that; whenever you’re emotionally and mentally ready to make the next step for our future.” I paused, waiting for some kind of reaction from her, but she kept quiet so I continued to speak my thoughts. “I don’t mind waiting for you and I have already vowed to do so. What I’m trying to say here, if it isn’t too much to ask, is that I want to throw an engagement party for us. I want to invite all of our friends as well as my business associates to come and celebrate with us. I just want the world to know that you’re mine.”
“Is that all?” she murmured.
“Yeah… that’s basically what I want for now. Yes.” Note the ‘for now’, my lovely Sienna, I thought in my head.
“Then, let’s do it. I think that’s a genius idea. I want to tell all the bitches that are hoping to catch you that you belong to me and they should withdraw their claws because you’ve already chosen the future Mrs. Knightly.”
“Mrs. Sienna Knightly.” I kissed her, drowning in the depths of her soul. “I love saying that, amore. One day, you shall be mine.”
“I’m eternally yours, Knightly.”
Christ. I wasn’t going to last long when she looked at me like that; a mere glance with those seductive eyes and I immediately had a raging hard-on. Holding her much tighter, I whispered against her cheek, “Would it be wrong of us, if we left early?”
“Yes! Everyone’s enjoying the party.”
“I was, too, until you looked at me with those come-hither eyes and I instantly became rabid with the urgent need to bury my cock inside your hot folds; transporting me into a state of nirvana that only you can give me.” Dear me; the thought of it was making it rather difficult to breathe. I wanted—no, needed—to be with her. Now.
“Blake!” Sienna groaned, startled by my words while we were on the dance floor pretending to dance.
“Then let’s go somewhere secluded. I do promise not to prolong it if you’d r fancy a quick shag.” I subtlety brushed my thumb against her breasts, knowing how wanton she’d be by now.
“You are impossible. Can’t we be like a normal couple for once? We always have sex,” Sienna chided before she tapped my hand to the side.
“What’s wrong with a healthy, sexual appetite? Would you rather I turned into some bloody bore? Do you not like how I fuck you, amore?” I teased, pressing my hardened cock against her thigh, maddeningly. “Sienna, my cock is about to wage a war against your vagina in a few seconds. Give it another minute and it will want to conquer your ass, too. Now, wouldn’t that be lovely?” I expected her to scold me again, but I was surprised when she smiled at me.
“I was wondering, actually, when you’d bring that particular subject up.” The wench pouted, blinking those gorgeous, long lashes of hers. “From what I recall, it drove you to one of your biggest orgasms yet, am I correct?”
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br /> BLOODY. HELL. “You are onto something, aren’t you, my lovely?”
The vixen fully emerged and what a damn sight it was to behold. There was no one—not one woman—I had ever met, that could suspend me into a rampant hormonal man; into a maniacal, nonsensical moron who needed to own this very woman. With Sienna by my side, my world was complete.
“Tell me, caro, which hole is tighter? The one that grips you in a fierce hold, a sensation so overwhelmingly glorious that you don’t want it to end? Is it my pussy?” Sienna leaned over and kissed me playfully before whispering, “or is it my ass you want to rip apart?”
My nose flared. My blood boiled. My cock raged. My body was a furnace of burning desire and it was past the point where it could be dampened. The wench was going to let up or I bloody well would go Neanderthal on her. “Meet me in the coat check in five minutes,” I grit out, my tone showed how dead serious I was.
Sienna giggled, not taking my emergency as though it were a life or death situation, which it was, truly. “Poor Blakey-poo. Your little junior can survive another couple of hours, no? It’ll settle down, trust me. You just have to stop thinking about how tight I am…” Her eyes danced while she enjoyed this banter we were having.
In all honesty, I hadn’t been aiming for this situation to spiral out of control, but I was hanging onto my last thread of sanity and I couldn’t be around her with this constant hounding desire to ram into her. “Well then, I would love for you to meet me in five minutes time, but if you choose not to, please don’t be offended if I leave. I cannot stay and celebrate while I’m in dire, excruciating pain.”
Sienna looked taken aback. “You’re joking, right? I don’t feel like having sex with you, Blake.”
Shaking my head before I gently dropped my arms from around her. “The security team, along with Gareth, can take you back home. I have other business to attend to. I’ll see you when you get back.” I softly kissed her cheek and then started to walk away.
Sienna was hastily following behind me, suspicious. “Hey! Are you going somewhere?”
“Home.” My mind was working overtime as I studied her expressive features. She was probably thinking I was going to see another woman. “Are you implying that I was going to go somewhere else?” We still had to work in the area of trust, I could see.
“I just thought… since you…” she trailed off, looking more than guilty.
Her lack of trust was insulting. It was her who had slept with another man, not the other way around. The second I had her back in my arms, I hadn’t wanted anyone else; it was that easy for me, but for her to insinuate and assume that I would do the same, was hurtful. “Thought what? Since I’m such a randy bastard that I’d shag the next woman I see?” I hissed, trying not to raise my voice because there were people around. “I’m going home.” Although I despised her at this moment, I still managed to kiss her cheek, feeling my heart contract even at the softest stroke of her skin. “I love you.”
I walked away towards the entrance of the hotel while I flexed my hands to help me calm down. It didn’t take a whiz to see that I was more in love with her than she was with me. It shouldn’t have mattered because she was all mine, however it bothered me to no end.
Giving my ticket to the valet attendant, I became distracted when my phone buzzed. “Knightly.”
“Baby cousin! Where the bloody, shoddy hell are you? I have decided to throw a last minute shindig. We can’t start Toby’s bachelor party without the Casanova. Get your arse here, you sly dog!” Clive, like any other day, was jovially drunk.
“Where abouts? I wasn’t made aware that there would be one.” I had been too busy attempting to convince Toby not to get married to even think of a bachelor’s party for the man.
“The private underground gentleman’s club. Password is Beast Mode. See you in a bit, baby cousin.” Clive chuckled before hanging up on me.
My night had just turned into an interesting one instead of holing up like a bloody fool in my study. I headed towards the location where Clive usually frolicked; pondering what it would be like there. When was the last time I’d stepped foot in that place anyway?
Before I started dating Sienna, of course.
Forty-five minutes later, I was not even surprised that Toby was obnoxiously inebriated while getting a lap dance by some expensive dancer. These private clubs only hired women who had gone through some rigorous tests and background checks. The amount of paperwork they had to sign before they were hired was unbelievable. The gag orders and policies of things seen, heard and done were not to be repeated. Or they would pay dearly.
“Will Amelia be okay with you getting an eyeful of arse before you go back to her?” I raised my brow and nodded towards the dancer who was wearing a see through dress, her cunt on display for everyone to enjoy, or explore if you had the aspiration.
“Amelia actually encourages it, as long as I stay discreet, that is.” Toby drank from the Magnum bottle before giving me a nasty look. “It’s a fantastic union, wouldn’t you agree? Who wouldn’t want a wife who’s more than accommodating to their needs?”
Clive ordered another woman to join Toby’s dancer. “Come now, love. Poor bloke here is about to get married to a woman who allows him to have some kink on the side.” Clive grinned. “Show me where you find these women, will you? I might need to find one once my parents start pressing the bloody subject.” Clive stood up, clearing his throat. “All right, fellas. I will be back in a jiffy. I have a show to attend to.”
“I will be, too, mate,” Toby slurred his words while his dancers led him to a darkened room.
It was sad to see the once easygoing man turned into this. Lucy had destroyed him. It would’ve been fair if he’d truly done something awful, but he hadn’t. Now, my best friend was barely making it, drowning in his sorrows as he slowly accepted his fate; that he had to let go of his dreams of being with Lucy again because it wasn’t in the cards anymore.
“More cognac, sir?” a bright-eyed, innocent looking girl, probably in her early twenties asked me expectantly.
I directed her a curt nod. “Yes, thank you.”
After she expertly poured me a glass, she sat next to me. “Is there anything else I can service for you, sir?”
Bloody. Mary. Do not even think of going to that direction, you stupid fool, I chided myself. “I’m fine. I think I should head out. I’m coming down with a headache.”
Before I could even manage to stand, the girl was pasted onto me, hands massaging the back of my neck. “How am I doing easing your tension, sir?” She obviously had some training because she was on cue with the pressure points.
Hell, it was sublime after my stressful night. “You’re quite gifted, aren’t you?” I joked, but realized too late what those words would mean to her.
“I am that. I’m excellent in other areas as well,” she added, every syllable loaded with innuendo.
This was fun and all, however Sienna would have my balls on a plate if it went on any further. “Thank you, but I have to go.” I took hold of her hands and placed them on her lap. “Tell the men at this table that I am heading out.”
She blatantly rubbed my thighs. “You don’t have to leave. You’re the most interesting person here tonight and it is still early. Who knows what other pleasures you might indulge in?” When she said indulge, she brazenly stroked my hardened shaft.
It had been in that condition since Sienna rejected me earlier and continued to show no sign of going away. This persistent girl was going to get me in trouble, but fucking Christ, her hand felt damn good. Clearing my throat, I wretchedly stood up and shifted my pants to hide my dire condition. “Have a great evening,” I gritted out before leaving the pleading girl and the entire damnable place.
Being a reckless driver wasn’t really big on me, yet tonight, I tested the car’s capacity to the hilt while I weaved through the early morning traffic. When I got home, the flat was dark and quiet. Striding towards our bedroom as I yanked my suit off, I was halt
ed mid-step in the hallway.
“Where the fuck have you been? It’s three in the morning!” Sienna screeched, on fire as she charged towards me.
Drunk and exhausted, I only craved sleep. Fighting with her, I could do without. “Toby had a last minute bachelor’s party. They called me on my way out.” I walked past her, not wanting to provoke her any longer.
She gasped loudly before following me inside my side of the walk-in closet. “Did you have sex?” she questioned accusingly.
The headache was now a migraine, throbbing and ready to explode. “I’m tired, Sienna. We’ll speak tomorrow.”
Sienna folded her arms, unyielding. “I’m not letting you get in bed unless you tell me what the hell you’ve been doing tonight.”
“Jesus. Fucking. Christ! I didn’t shag anyone! Satisfied?” I growled at her unflinching form before I tried to move away. Sienna was being unreasonable.