Forgotten Promise (Forgotten Series Book 2)

by Virginia Wine

  “A sharp tongue is not proof of a keen mind,” he whispers, but Mr. Loud talker can be heard from there.

  “Did you eat paint chips when you were a kid?”

  Crap, here we go.

  Not a second passes and Clayton grabs Gen’s hair and pulls her in for a hard, sexy caveman kiss, and Gen doesn’t seem to be putting up much of a fight.

  Well, that’ one way to end an argument. (Note to self)

  Bryer and I share a glance and shrug our shoulders, getting familiar with the roller coaster relationship called the Golden Boy VS. Tumblina.

  Both Bryer and I choose shrimp cocktail, the largest I’ve ever seen, crab legs and bread and make it back to the table. Ignoring our two guests.

  “I love you a little bit more with each day.” And leans to kiss me

  “You inspire the best in me.” She moves to sit on my lap. Her arms draping around my neck and her soft words spoken as her warm breath prickles my ear. “Is the bad boy coming out tonight?” she whispers in my ear.

  Fuck. “He’s just been invited.” I assure.

  “Lucky me.”

  ~ ~ ~

  We try every seafood I’ve ever known and some I’ve never seen before.

  “Who knows if this is poisonous?” Gen asks looking at the mystery bowl.

  “Poi is a thick paste from taro root, similar to a potato, steamed, pounded. They add water to create a pudding-like consistency,” Clayton proudly states as if we were asking him to recite everything he knows about Hawaii, and he does anyway.

  “After Elvis filmed Blue Hawaii here and the venue hosted over 500 weddings here,” Clayton throws in.

  “There’re rumors of Elvis’ haunted Tiki Bar,” he continues. “It was known as the home of Kauai’s last monarch in power, Queen Deborah Kapule Kekaiha ‘akulou who died in 1853.”

  “Doing some readin’, have ya’?” Gen’s eyes dance with laughter.

  “This dish is labeled Poke,” Gen states.

  We all stare at Clayton, but he just shrugs his shoulders.

  “Maybe you can get back to us on that.” I tease.

  I notice the men from the concierge office set up a stool and microphone I ordered and my own guitar I shipped from home. Luckily my surprise will go off without a hitch, Bryer’s back is to them and we are all engrossed in conversation. “I have a surprise for you,” I say, all eyes on me.

  “Go on.” Nuzzling up to me.

  “Close your eyes.”

  “I do recall the last time you asked me to close my eyes, ice was involved.”

  “Not this time, but I’m hoping to make you melt.”

  “Challenging, without being horizontal.” She smiles and struggles to oblige.

  “Do I need to blindfold you?” My fingers gently trailing up and down her arms, while I stand behind her, chuckling at her goosebumps. I’ll revisit the curve of her collarbone and her flawless skin later.

  “Maybe later.” She plays.

  “I’ll hold you to that.” I walk over and have a seat, with every intention to unravel her with a loving attack on her soul.

  “To my bride.” A low sultry voice escapes me into the mike, as I gently pick up my guitar and I can see her rapid shallow breaths, her eyes still closing, fighting her emotions.

  “I’m surrendering to happiness because of you. Thank you for marrying me.” I watch her eyes open and focus on mine. Thank fuck, she’s tamed the bastard in me.

  And I hit the first cord.

  (“Marry Me” – Train)

  Forever can never be long enough for me

  Feel like I've had long enough with you

  Forget the world now we won't let them see

  But there's one thing left to do

  Now that the weight has lifted

  Love has surely shifted my way

  Marry me

  Today and every day

  Marry me

  If I ever get the nerve to say

  Hello in this café

  Say you will

  Mm-hmm

  Say you will

  Mm-hmm

  Together can never be close enough for me

  Feel like I am close enough to you

  You wear white and I'll wear out the words I love you

  And you're beautiful

  Now that the wait is over

  And love and has finally shown her my way

  Marry me

  Today and every day

  Marry me

  If I ever get the nerve to say hello in this café

  Say you will

  Mm-hmm

  Say you will

  Mm-hmm

  Promise me

  You'll always be

  Happy by my side

  I promise to

  Sing to you

  When all the music dies

  Marry me

  Today and every day

  Marry me

  If I ever get the nerve to say hello in this café

  Say you will

  Mm-hmm

  Say you will

  Mm-hmm

  Her eyes heavy with tears, but the smile doesn’t allow them to fall. We meet in the middle as the cellist plays Gabriel’s Oboe Mission.

  I twirl her under my arm once she reaches me. Then bring her close, our bodies touching, it doesn’t take long to feel my hard erection against her middle. “Time stops when you’re in my arms,” I whisper, swaying to the music

  “I feel at peace when you sing, I’ll never get enough of that.”

  I feel a slight blush of embarrassment, who the fuck am I? We’re interrupted by two voices, our best friends’ voices.

  “Forget love, it only brings drama.”

  Seems strange to me, a guy hearing that from a girl.

  “Calm down, I just asked you if you’ve ever been in love. What did you have bitch-flakes this morning?”

  “Ever notice the people who tell you to calm down are the ones that got you upset in the first place?”

  “Is that a trick question?” Clayton answers.

  “How about less chatter and more shut the hell up,” I shout over my shoulder. “Clayton, drag the maid of honor to the dance floor,” I demand.

  He grabs her hand and leads her close to us, there’s no fight when he pulls her into his arms.

  Bryer and I share a secret grin.

  “Thanks for being normal,” I say under my breath.

  She giggles while burying her face against my chest.

  “Don’t get any ideas.” We hear Gen say.

  “You’re a terrible girlfriend,” Clayton strikes back.

  “Girlfriend, I’m not your girlfriend.”

  “I could downgrade you to booty call, if you prefer.”

  The vein in her forehead protruding. “You’re such a creep.”

  “But I’m still gonna fuck you hard, and you’ll be screaming my name. And you’re going to love it. That’s what good girlfriends do.”

  Clayton shocks us silent.

  “Cake, who wants cake?” Bryer loudly suggests.

  Everyone looks at her and follows her over.

  I notice the photographer who has been casually keeping himself behind the scenes, doing his job unnoticed. He appears out of the shadows, getting a few shots as we slice the cake.

  And others when we each hold the first bites and gently put them in each other’s mouth. The evening is coming to an end, and I’m counting down the minutes until I have my wife alone.

  “As long as I’m breathing, I will want you desperately, let’s call it a night, baby.”

  “I like the way you think.”

  ~ ~ ~

  Strolling back to our bungalow, there’s a welcoming silence, our fingers interlacing as our walk is slow and methodical, no rushing, yet anticipation is floating in the air.

  Bryer loops her arm through mine and leans her cheek on my shoulder. “You know you’re my favorite person.”

  A small chuckle resonating through my body. “And you are astoundingly gorgeous,
but that’s not the best part of you.” Setting my arm across her shoulder, bringing her in.

  “Husbands have to say things like that,” she teases.

  “Not really.”

  Sweeping her in my arms, we approach our door, I swipe the card awkwardly with one hand and kick it open. “Once upon a time lived a princess.” Kicking the door shut.

  “Who courageously invites the big bad wolf into her chamber.”

  Letting her slowly slide down my body ‘til her feet are touching the ground. “Ultimately receiving everything she was begging for,” I whisper in her ear.

  “Aren’t those two separate fairy tales?” Her lip curling attempting to hide her amusement. “You seem very confident in your ability to satisfy.” Her eyes dancing with mockery.

  “It’s easy, baby, you are the definition of sex.” If she wants it X-rated, I’ll be happy to oblige.

  “Undress me husband.” A little too roughly, I turn her, removing the veil, tossing it aside, moving her sexy-as-fuck waves over one shoulder. I breathe on her bare neck and start to unbutton her gown. She shimmies out of it, leaving a white strapless bra, garters and no panties.

  “Fucking vixen.” Pulling the garter ‘til it snaps, she lets out a cry as I unhook the only thing in the way of the brink of pleasure. “Turn.”

  She doesn’t hesitate.

  “Magnificent.” Taking my time to see her lush full tits, her nipples harden beneath my touch. My skilled fingers marking her as mine. I dig my fingers deep in her hair and hold it tight as my mouth crashes against hers. She moans in my mouth, and I imagine my cock experiencing the same moans. I struggle with my jacket and the rest of my clothes, but they’re off in record time.

  I pull her to the bed where I sit as I guide her to kneel in front of me, sinful pleasures of the flesh. “Put your mouth on me.” As I stoke myself, letting her know I’m more than ready. If she wants to play with the untamed parts of me, I’ll give her exactly what she’s asking for.

  My eyes focusing on her mouth, making me crazed. “I love it. So. Damn. Much.” Watching her frenzied movement and the sensation causing my legs to tremble. Her lips fused and held in place. My brutal strength increasing the rhythm stroke for stroke. “Too damn good, baby.” A sudden awareness I’m closer than I can handle. “Is this how you want it, Bryer? Our wedding night sexy as sin?

  “The first time, yes,” says my Femme fatale.

  ~ ~ ~

  “Make me fucking come, baby.” Holding her head in my hand, slightly pushing with wicked delight. I lift her hair for a better view and that vision take me over the edge. I shoot into her mouth over and over again, crying out her name, trembling as she swallows all of me. I look down wildly in amazement, this is my wife.

  I kiss her hard with the tangy taste in her mouth. Guiding her to the large outdoor room where a lava tub sits, turning the water on filling it slowly.

  Where she takes the last scraps of clothing off.

  “Sit on the edge.” I point near the back. “Spread the legs, wife, I want to see what’s mine.” Her intake of breath telling me her bad boy is turning up the heat. The water rises, and I climb in, now facing her sweet pussy.

  “Wider,” I command, as I begin a tender assault, teasing her folds, ignoring the tiny bud calling for me. Watching her lean back on her arms watching me as I tamper with her sanity.

  “Stop teasing me, Nathan, I need you there.”

  “Show me.” And I watch as her stroking fingers match that of my tongue.

  A surge of possession comes over me, and I start sucking her clit, her head flies back as she flies apart. “Start counting, baby, number one.”

  “Number one,” she repeats with a long drawn-out breathy voice.

  “Join me.” Sliding her into the large black tub that has a slightly rough texture. Holding her body face-to-face, her legs wrap around me, and her slick heat is too close not to react. I slide in with ease, throbbing inside her. But I’m unable to stop the wildness deep within me. To claim her, as I suck on her right shoulder, knowing the mark will stay.

  She rides me hard, moving her hips against mine.

  Officially husband and wife consummating our love. Her orgasm takes her again, and mine follows. Igniting each other’s sex we know so well. “Number two,” I say, with a smirk of confidence.

  We relax in the water, allowing our bodies to enjoy the euphoric aftermath.

  As her forth orgasm came at her in drawn-out waves, she collapses on the bed. “I love you,” she says.

  “And?”

  She looks up with sleepy eyes. “Number four.”

  I watch in silence as she sleeps, I get up in the middle of the night, debating whether to wake her, number five on my mind. When I see an envelope on the table by the door. My name written on it, I quietly open it, in raised gold letters Augusta Law Firm stands out.

  Nathan,

  The deal fell through, we offered your top dollar, he won’t budge. He’s not giving that company up for any dollar amount. I’m sorry if this arrives at a bad time, but we wanted you to know.

  I fall in the chair that looks out to the lagoon, I knew it was a long shot. Fuck him. I’ll think of another way, this is far from over. My eyes roll over to my blonde beauty. I pick her up in my arms and bring her to the chair I just left.

  She slowly opens her eyes, as I position myself between her thighs.

  “Number five.”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  ~Bryer~

  As we say our goodbyes to Clayton and Gen, I notice an unspoken communication between the two—it’s present in every way, their body language between them, how close they stand to each other, their eye contact. I’ve never seen this peace between them before. We will be having a serious girl-to-girl when I return.

  Nathan notices it too, and whispers something to Clayton while doing the man-hug.

  I hope it’s something like, don’t be a doucebag.

  But honestly, my focus is on the days to come, today is beach day.

  “I here it’s going to be a perfect day, I’m looking forward to seeing you in that bikini again,” he says

  “Well, aren’t you charming.” Secretly loving his provocative need.

  Arriving at our bungalow preparing for our relaxing day. I grab my mother’s journal, knowing it’s been long enough since I felt her presence. I watch my new husband gathering what he needs and what he thinks I’ll need. He’s in high spirits, and it’s amusing to watch.

  “Is sunblock 50 enough?” he asks.

  “Are you concerned I’ll get burned and that may interfere with your amorous plans for later?”

  “That obvious, huh?”

  “I’ll say.” Winking playfully. “Let’s go.”

  “You rented a cabana?”

  As he stops to sign. “Yes, I saw benefits in doing so.” His stare never wavering.

  “I like where this is going. Frisky, are you?”

  “Maybe so fucking aroused is a better description.” Pulling me on top of him as he lounges on the large outdoor bed.

  His hands adventurous in complete control of my desire. “Handsy, I like it, definitely don’t stop.” I encourage. As his mouth finds mine in a blazing kiss causing my muscles to clench with need.

  “Devouring you seems to be my endless objective,” he says in between his very persuasive mouth.

  “Who’s complaining?” Anticipation so intense his next move unpredictable. I feel his hard length underneath me, and it would be so easy to fuck me in this bikini I’m barely wearing. And before the thought processes, his fingers slide my bottoms aside, exploring my folds, wet and ready.

  “Fuck,” he says, deliberately stretching me with two fingers.

  My juices flowing, I’m always ready. I easily expose his cock and rise to mount him, all fear of being seen behind me. Grasping my waist to slide down the length of him and a quick rise, effortless lifting me off and on his cock in a ravishing rhythm is taking me to the edge. As I throw my head back in surrend
er, my body clenches around him, and we both silently find our release. Soft “I love yous” are spoken in between breathes.

  We spend the next hour lazily entwined in each other, all plans discarded.

  “Do you want to go for a swim?” I ask. “

  “Yes, your naughty behavior is causing me to perspire.” He winks and grabs my hand, pulling me towards the waves.

  “Well your above-average lovemaking causes me to lose all control, I’m afraid, I’d give you a…” Tapping my finger to my chin several times. “A seven.”

  Skidding to a halt, he turns, looking back at me. “And five o’s are considered only average?”

  “No, above average, I said.”

  “I guess I’ll have to work harder, baby. I’ll get it up to a ten”

  He smiles, mischief in his eye and lifts me upside down, caveman style, at a faster pace towards the cold water.

  I prepare for what’s coming, and without warning I’m thrown just as a wave hits and I tumble, causing a harmless fall through the waves. “Is this you flirting with me?” I spurt out salty water, once I make it to my feet.

  “I’m much more direct, as you know.” Swimming towards me like a shark stalks his prey.

  “You are swoon worthy, I’ll give you that.” I play, whispering in his ear.

  “I’ll take advantage of that later, first I need fuel. You’ve depleted all bodily fluids, lunch? I can order it at the bar down the beach.”

  “Bring me a virgin Pina Colada too.”

  The day lingers, as I get sleepy on the soft bedding, watching the waves roll in and disappear into the sand. I reach into my bag and pull my mother’s journal out.

  Happy Birthday to Bryer, she’s one and we threw her a party, she’s so beautiful her light hair and green eyes melt our hearts. Our parents came and my father once again embarrassed me, he brought beer and proceeded to drink it all himself. I pulled my mother aside and asked her why her arm was bruised, she never lies to me, but her shame was obvious. “We had a fight, honey, I tripped on the steps and had a slight spill.” This was the first lie, of many to come.