by Savannah May
“In a while. I want some alone time with my fiancee.”
“Yeah about that,” I say.
“Yeah?” he asks with a grin.
“I was just joking around.”
“So I should tell the aunties that we aren't engaged?”
“No don’t. You’re here now, can’t you just pretend for a couple of days? So I don’t get a zillion questions and condolences from all my family.”
“I might be able to keep up with that,” he pretends to look dubious.”Although I hate lies.”
“Really? I don’t suppose you have a dress shirt to wear to the rehearsal dinner tonight,” I snip, walking past him to take care of the steaming.
He grabs my hand as I pass and pulls me down on top of him. Shards of lightning dagger through my tummy straight to my clit.
“I thought it was boho chic,” he murmurs.
His warm breath falls across the tops of my breasts between the opening of my robe, making me quiver.
“Boho, not wino,” I whimper, hitching for a breath of available oxygen.
His hands grip around the back of my waist, that part beneath my waist that feels so sensitive. Oh god I need this. The big Os last night were incredible but I need to feel a man’s hands on my body, all over my body, every part. And I need to be wrapped in a man's embrace and held.
This is a crazy situation I’ve built here, with a man I don't even know. But I can’t stop now. I just want to cling to this feeling a tiny bit longer. One hand slides up over the silky fabric that gathers up along with his pressure. He pulls up the heel of his palm until one side of the robe slithers up over my ass cheek.
“Can I get a look at my fiancee’s perfect body again?” Bolt grits out, his voice a low growl filled with unmistakable lust. “It’s been so long.”
I whimper as his fingers cup the side of my breast and a sharp spear of desire rushes at my pussy. I’m half straddled over his outstretched thighs, my back arched so my tits thrust forward into his face and my ass is tilted up. It also makes it impossible to ignore the enormous bulge stretching his jeans.
And I mean enormous.
I know he must be frustrated after the one-sided encounter last night. But still, that thing is way bigger than I’m used to. I would love nothing more than to free it and feel the cashmere length and pulse of his desire for me in my grasp.
His thumb hooks into the opening of my robe and I struggle harder to breathe as he slowly pulls the fabric down over the mound of my breast. His eyes are fixed on the nipple prodding out from the sheer lace and make me scrunch my thighs together. Filled with sheer filthy need for him to smother my body with all of him, his hands, his mouth and that huge desirable cock.
He leans in and bites down on the hard point, exerting just enough pressure to make m inhale sharply. His eyes find mine again and he rolls the nipple in his finger and thumb, watching me squirm, before sliding his fingers under the lace and pulling it down.
A moan escapes my lips as he bites down again on my naked flesh. Taking first the eager point, hard as a bullet, then sucking more flesh into his hot mouth while he rubs the nipple with his tongue.
“Oh god,” I moan.
“He can’t help you now. I’ve waited for you for too long, Bella. And now I’m going to bite and suck every delicious part of you then I’m going to fuck you so hard you’ll be the one needing to hang on to a man to walk down the aisle tomorrow.”
My breathing has reduced to small pants as his mouth moves between my swollen points, one covered, one bare. It’s like he can’t decide which twin he wants more. His other hand slides down over my round butt, then back up my thigh beneath the material of my short robe.
His hand cups my cheek as his fingertips grind lightly, into my clit. It’s pure agony how he teases my senses through the drenched fabric.
“You’re so fucking wet,” he husks between slow bites and delicious sucks on my flesh. “Did you miss me?”
I let out another moan, his fingers gliding so close to my pussy. His mouth covering each nipple is unbearably good.
“I said did you miss me?” he repeats, a croak between the words.
The intense lust in his voice is very clear. It won’t be more than a few seconds more that either of us can bear this slow burn of need that’s set to explode. Any moment now, he’s going to rip my new panties away as I tear at his zipper to free his shaft then spread myself as far open as I can go before he rips into me spreading me wider than I’ve ever known.
“Yes,” I pant.
“Yes what?”
Does he want me to call him Sir? He is a military guy. No, I know exactly what he wants. It’s like I can feel everything he needs seeping through his pores and into mine.
“Yes Baby,” I say and twine my fingers into his soft hair.
“Yeaaah,” he groans low before tugging my nipple forcefully into his lips.
His fingers slip beneath the lace and push inside me. I can’t control a tiny scream of intense longing before I can hold back the unraveling.
“Bella, are you okay up there?”
Shit.
“Yes Mr Greengross,” I squeak.
I pull away, scrambling up off Bolt’s sexy thighs and tugging my robe back in place. I bend down through the hatch, smiling innocently.
It would almost be funny, this sense of being a teen again in my parent’s house desperately trying to find some time to make out with a boy. Although Bolt is no boy and I want to do far more than make out. I glance back toward the couch and he’s fixed on me with a half-hooded gaze of more intense need than I've ever seen in a man.
“We're leaving in ten minutes, baby – You’re not even dressed.
“I’m ready. I was just steaming the creases out of my dress. I’ll be right there.”
“Okay can you meet us at the restaurant? Scherri’s been waiting ten minutes. She’s pacing the halls.”
“Yes of course, I’m so sorry. Tell her.”
God damn how did the time get away from me like that. I must have been so involved in my own pleasure, I forgot why we’re here – to celebrate my sister.
“Shit. Now I feel like a witch,” I tell Bolt once he’s gone.
“You are the furthest thing from that – what was that anyway?”
“That was my step-dad.”
“I mean earlier. When those two almost went at it about the guys being here.”
“Oh nothing really. Scherri wanted to invite his unit o the wedding and Steele said he didn't want them here.”
“Could you hurry up, Bella,” Daddy is back at the bottom of the ladder. “I’d like to meet this fiancé of yours.”
“That was my actual father,” I whisper to my fiancé.
Oh god now what have I done?
14
“Why is Scherri waiting for her father? Where’s Steele?”
That’s weird how a sickening feeling runs through my gut – like, has something happened to one of the men?
“Oh, he’s staying at an inn tonight. You know – he’s not supposed to see the bride the night before the wedding.”
“Shee-eet.” I say. “That’s cold.”
“Maybe we should do the same,” she says, her eyes lift up from under those long lashes.
They don’t even require that black stuff she’s stroking over them with a little Steele thing. I ought to say okay, whatever you want, call her bluff. Because I know she wants me to Steele around tonight as much as I want to stay. And I also know enough about women to understand that they like to be told over and over how desirable and perfect and unique they are.
“No way, Sweetheart,” I tell her, coming up behind where she’s standing at the mirror painting her face that doesn't need it.
I line my torso against her back and feel the small quiver of heat pass through her at my touch. I clasp the round swell of her hip, my fingertips daggering down toward the sweet spot I’m desperate to uncover again. I trail a soft line of kisses along the side of her neck, making her
tremble harder. I know a rash of goosebumps has lifted down her arms.
“We’re engaged and we haven't seen each other for months. No way I’m getting kicked out to the Inn. I’m sticking around.”
It’s a joke. Of course it is, we’re just getting involved in the role playing for the weekend. But the idea doesn't strike the usual amount of terror in my soul. I’m settling into this game quite nicely.
“Hmm,” Bella moans softly.
She presses her gorgeous round ass back into my solid wood, already granite hard and bursting at my jeans. This girl really knows how to press my buttons. She shivers again as my lips graze lightly along her neck. Looks like I’ve discovered her sensitive spot – one of them. The heel of my palm travels up her stomach and I cup the underside of her breast.
My other hand slides under the fabric of her panties and glides over the swollen wet folds, making her shudder into me. She presses back harder, circling her perfect cheeks against my raging bulge as I strum my thumb pad over her erect nipple.
“Bella,” An aggressive shout from the bottom of the stairs.
“Jee-zuss.” She leaps out of her pleasure reverie, taking me along with her. “I feel like a kid again.”
We end up acting like all married couples - running around getting ready for responsibilities. I’m a little cranky that I didn't get to bury my raging steel inside Bella. Or watch her get dressed which is such a sexy thing to do. Watching a woman slip into her clothes is something I rarely get to enjoy. So many of my encounters are quickies in back alleys. Or at her place, where it’s her watching me getting dressed and usually with a sullen stare of loathing.
“And it doesn’t help that you keep distracting me.”
“Okay, I’m going,” I say, stepping away with the greatest difficulty.
The blood won’t stop pummeling through my veins. I’m like an addict needing a fix. Every cell is shimmering with emptiness and needing to be refilled – with a taste of Bella.
“Only for now. Because later tonight, once this rehearsal dinner thing is done with, I’m going to get back to biting every sensitive area I’ve found on that delicious little body and plan to discover a few more.”
She turns around and smiles at me. I take my chance to hook her into my arm and pull her to me for one more kiss before I go. Her luscious round tits cramming against my abs have me pounding with hungry need yet again. She’s going to be the end of me, this woman.
I have nowhere to loiter but downstairs and I see three very irritable faces at the foot of the stairs, looking up expectantly and turning even more sour when I come bounding down.
“Where’s Bella?” The man I don’t recognize but assume is a family member demands.
“She’ll be right along.”
Scherri has turned away like she doesn’t want to look at me. Is she blaming me for making Bella late? Why are they even still waiting? I take it the family intend to travel together to the dinner so I make excuses and duck out. I have no clue where it’s being held but Bella mentioned the name of the inn Steele’s staying at tonight. I beeline over there.
The receptionist at the Inn caves in almost immediately and gives me his room number with a fluttering of her lashes. Actually she’s cute and it surprises me how immune I am to women’s flirting these days. How does that suddenly happen? I turn thirty one and I’m old all of a sudden?
“Who is it?” Steele shouts from inside, anger and irritation in his voice which is not normal for him.
I try the old brass door knob and it opens.
“It’s me, Dude,” I say.
“Fuck this stupid thing,” he says, fighting with the tie around his neck.
“Why are you wearing that?”
“I dunno. I’m supposed to be vintage, aren't I?’
“Yeah, vintage cool not uptight.”
I pull the stupid garment away from him and toss it.
“Go as yourself.”
“What are you going as? Head of the MC?”
“I thought you’d lend me something, but screw that, what’s eating you? Are you pissed that I’m here?”
“No man, honestly I’m glad to see you. I haven't got anyone here but my dad and he’s co-opted to Lyndsey.”
I wait for it – I know what’s coming.
“Scherri and I got into it.”
“About me?”
“Yeah, no, I don't know. She wanted to invite the entire fucking platoon.”
“For your sake, man. So you would have back up.”
“Yeah but we’re over that now. And I don’t want go back there.”
“Yeah, I know. I get it. Dude, it’s just nerves and all this family stuff. You got one day then you’ll be off on your own again, just you two.”
“She’s all I want, man. I just like being with her.”
“I get that.”
“Do you? When I’m with her it’s like nothing bad can ever happen again.”
“Yeah,” I nod in agreement. He thinks I don’t get it but I do. “It’s like coming home.”
“And Peb. Thanks again for that dog, Dude.”
“Yeah, you got it. Now let’s go girly and play dress up. Find something to wear and get to this thing before you’re late.”
That was a profound conversation for us guys. We both knew we were talking about the fallout. What some assholes now call PTSD. We didn’t need to label it or go any further into it. The validation was there.
We arrive seconds after Scherri and her sister, with the parents. Steele filled me in that the angry dude is Scherri and Bella’s real dad. I’m getting the idea that he’s pissed about being at this thing with his ex calling all the shots. Lyndsey’s trying to push him to one side except when it comes to the tab. But I could be wrong about that shit. I don't know much about family life.
I know that three of the four are glaring daggers at me, probably blaming me again for making another member of the wedding party late.
Bella’s smiling proudly at me, like I’ve done something great. Fucking weird how that sends a warm swell though my rib cage.
Then I see Scherri checking out our outfits and her face breaks into a smile.
“You two look adorable,” she says coming up and kissing Steele and wrapping her arms around his barrel torso.
He tucks her under his wing and his face settles into contentment.
“It was Bolt’s idea,” he says, beaming at me.
I guess my flash of inspiration worked. Fortunately Steele and I are the same six three, two hundred pound build. I fit into a pair of his peg trousers. We added white shirts, sleeves rolled up and undone at the neck, then the suspenders he had strewn over the bed in different colors. We were laughing and trying to decide what to wear like a pair of girls, for fucks sake. With our still boyish charm, I guess we managed to pull off a country look, all we need are a couple of fiddles.
I don’t know how I got roped into yet another responsibility for this weekend, but I’d do anything for my buddy after everything we’ve been through together and I told him so. I didn’t need to be reminded that the groomsman traditionally has first dibs on the bridesmaids, of which there is only one. The one I want more than anything.
I have to get through the introductions to Bella’s father and his fireman’s grip would be crushing if it weren’t for the fact that I have hands like steel jaws. What’s he trying to pull?
“Fiance huh?” he says.
Scherri and Steele have gone into the dinner and Lyndsey has disappeared, leaving me with Bella and her dad. Bella’s face crumbles with agitation so I know I have to make it okay for her.
“Uh huh,” I say, tossing him my most serious grin.
“Yeah. Well we’ll see about that later.”
“I’ll be here, whenever you’re ready, Sir,” I say.
My soul lights up when I glance over and am gifted with a smile of relief and gratitude from the most beautiful girl I’ve ever seen.
15
Bella
How is it
possible to have a swarm of butterflies lifting off in my heart and a stone the size of a boulder sitting right under them?
Because I’m too happy, that’s why. It’s dangerous.
“You look amazing,” Bolt says and crooks me his arm to walk me into the hired room.
The tables are laid up for dinner and there’s a dais at the front of the room standing in for the arbor Scherri and Steele will be married beneath in the morning. The wedding is outside in a beautiful wooded location beside the lake close to the house. Scherri wanted the decoration to be a surprise so the rehearsal is in a bland event room in back of a big restaurant.
“I have to stand up by my sister,” I whisper. “You sit here.”
Bolt ignores me and continues his steady path, walking me down the aisle to wait at the altar. So this is how it would feel. I love the sensation of walking up on his arm, the sense of having my own guy to lean on and especially a guy like this. All the faces turn to gaze at us and I notice the smiles.
We must be a cute couple.
I steal a glance up at Bolt and he’s grinning hugely, nodding a greeting here and there to the aunties. Wow they’ve all fallen for him big time. I’m going to have a rotten time explaining all this after the weekend.
“You have to sit down,” I hiss. He’s going to ruin the planned running schedule.
“The groom’s man gets to stand up front with the bridesmaid,” he whispers from one side of that mouth I can’t stop re-visioning stuck to my pussy.
“Are you -?”
He doesn’t reply, just gazes straight ahead with that gorgeous hunk grin he rocks so effortlessly. Now it comes with a beatific hint of triumph.
“Don’t get any ideas,” I hiss from the side of my lips.
He just grins harder and filthier too.
I know what he’s thinking and it becomes difficult to walk a straight line, even leaning into him. My legs are wobbling and my clit starts to throb uncontrollably. Christ, how I wish I was the one getting a honeymoon night with this hunk of decadent male.
Steele comes down the pretend aisle created between the tables and then we wait for Scherri. He’s visibly nervous but a nudge and grin from Bolt makes him relax.