by Savannah May
“If what your mother just told me is true, embarrassing me right in front of the few family friends I still have in this ex-family of mine, then he isn’t getting another one of my daughters.”
I give my father a ‘seriously?’ face. Surely he of all people knows that mom, his ex wife, is prone to flights of fantasy. Where she can cook up some drama placing herself front and center, and start to believe it’s actually true. What’s she been saying now?
Two of those family friends, a couple from the neighborhood we’ve known since we were kids, draw Daddy and Giselle into a conversation. I slip away to go to the bar, set up under the trees. A hand grabs me from behind and pulls me into the dense stand. He drags me with him like we’re escaping and I have to trot to keep up. I’m laughing so much I forget to ask if he has any idea what the hell is going on between him and my parents.
When we’re in the midst of the thicket Bolt stops and drags me into his chest. His hands stroke the length of my hair hanging loose down my back and just that sends goosebumps along my spine. Then he looks down at me with such a turmoil of emotion it almost seems like he’s in pain.
One huge hand palms my mid back and the other slides down to the top of my ass sending twinkling sparks direct to my core.
“I need to be inside you right now,” he grits out in a voice cracking with emotion. “I can’t look at you in that dress, my beautiful, naughty angel without wanting to fuck you again and again.”
“Should you be telling everyone that we’re engaged?” I laugh.
“I thought that’s what you wanted,” he husks, barely able to speak coherently.
His face is a picture of hard lust, not grinning his usual cocky smile. I’m in no doubt what he has in mind and it makes me wetter than ever. He drags me tight against him, then suddenly I’m being propelled backward as he storms us through the tree trunks until I’m halted by one at my rear. He shoves both arms high above my head, pinning them there in his steel grip so I’m trapped, sandwiched under him and the trunk.
His hot breath falls on my chest and my pussy starts to throb violently, his desire instantly transferring into me. This is happening here right now, under the twinkling fairy lights with the voices from the wedding guests audible through the trees. Anyone might walk into the stand and see us but I don’t care. The heat of my need is too intense.
“My family is one thing,” I pant, stretching my neck to give him access. “But now all your army buddies as well.”
His mouth travels from the spot under my ear lobe all the way down the side of my neck, demanding, ravenous kisses. Claiming my flesh like he hasn’t seen me in an age, like he’ll never have me again and needs to fill us both up.
“Isn’t it making it more difficult,” I gasp out, panting for air as his hungry mouth moves along my shoulder blade.
He pulls both wrists under one huge hand so my tits lift a little higher with the stretch on my arms and that drives him even more crazed as he plants nips across the bare tops of my breasts. Or maybe it’s the final few words I manage to gasp out before desire overwhelms us both.
“When we have to go our own ways?”
We’re hands and mouths everywhere at once. The pressure building inside me is so intense I twist my head side to side seeking urgent relief. I close my eyes tight, with my next strained to the left. Then I open my mouth and graze the skin of my pinned arm.
The soft flesh of my upper arm right there at my lips is irresistible. I bite down on it as Bolt bites my neck and his hands drag the length of me. Down the other arm I’m not gnawing, over my breast, waist, hip before flipping up my lifted short skirt and tearing my underwear to one side.
22
Bella
“Oh go-ohod,” I hitch, with sharp exhalations blasting out between.
His fingers swirling into my slickness make hot prickles travel up my legs. My toes are curled tight in my sandals while my fingers twine around his. Every time he grazes across the agonized point of my clit I gasp out louder. Huffs of breath filled with the longing to explode with pleasure right here in the open, under the trees with the most amazing man I know pushing inside me.
My pussy twitches and clenches, attempting to tug his hard thick fingers inside. I need him stretching me. I want him sawing along the inside nerves, lifting that delicious wave through my core.
Now.
Did I say that out loud?
Fuck me now.
Or that?
Hard.
I’m lost in a delirium of pleasure. Bolt won’t allow me to touch him. He keeps both my arms tackled, stretched above my head. His other hand delves into my folds, circling heated rings of pleasure that make me shudder and moan. I feel the heat and heft of the bulge pressing into my side. I need it sliding into me, stretching me open, pounding the entire length all the way into my center.
I can’t free his beautiful cock. He won’t let me touch him, holding me immovable as he leans over me, his head buried in my neck, my chest and his hand forcing me to shudder on the tips of his fingers. I’m going to come. I can’t bear it anymore. Hot tingling heat surges through my thighs. Lightning fast, Bolt lowers his zipper and shoves inside me.
I let out a shriek as his shaft pushing past my nerve endings release my climax and I go tumbling over the edge. His palm covers my mouth. I must be shouting or screaming, I have no clue. All I know is that my pussy is squeezing and tugging at his fat girth as I convulse through a crazy huge pummeling orgasm like I’ve never even dreamed of let alone known.
It’s unbearable and incredible. I want to scream stop and also don't stop. Ever. He thrusts through my pulsations and with one final jerk his body stiffens and I grip his tight as he releases into me.
Oh my god, I love how he fills me.
Did I say that out loud?
He’s breathing hard, fighting to stay upright I guess, with the energy rushing out of his body. But his strength never wavers. He finally releases my arms so I can drop them around his neck. His head is still buried in my chest, kissing me softly now, with so much affection I almost start crying. And then I realize I am crying. I don’t want him to go. I don’t want to go back to LA. I just want to stay here shoved up against this tree with him for ever.
We emerge from the trees and I’m sure we must look guilty as a pair of thieves. But Bolt’s just grinning and pulling me over to meet his army crew.
“That was amazing,” I say as we walk toward the others.
“Meet me back there in an hour,” he rasps into my ear, pulling me up close to his side under his heavy arm as we walk. “Because that’s about as long as I can survive, before I need to be held inside that sweet and delicious body of yours again. I can’t get enough of you Bella and it’s driving me insane.”
I don't get the chance to agree with him. We’re surrounded by well-wishers again and he’s swept away from me. His friends wanting to catch up. Clearly all these guys are very close to each other, sharing a unique bond. I guess he’s going to announce me as his fiancee and that freaks me out because I wish it were the truth so bad.
But before we make it, he’s waylaid by Steele and one of the others. They separate our handhold and then suddenly I’m facing Daddy and his stern stare.
“What is it?” I ask.
“You need to tell him to leave,” my father informs me.
“Why? Daddy this is Steele and Scherri’s day. He’s done so much to make it special. They want him here.”
“Did they have a choice?” My mother slides in beside Daddy, looking unbearably smug.
Oh god, why does she need to do this? My eyes trawl back to Daddy, willing him to take my side on this.
“Didn't he just show up on their wedding day to ruin it for them again? Like last time he was here?” my mother snarls, forcing my attention back. “Having sex with your sister like that, right in our house.”
The world drops out of focus, the sound switches off. Nothing but rushing air in my ears like the sound of a train in a tunnel. I feel dribbles of Bolt f
lowing out of me, drenching my already soaked underwear.
I walk away but my legs won’t hold me up. I sink onto one of the fabric-draped chairs at the long wooden table loaded with china and glasses and flowers ready for the wedding breakfast. I see Bolt talking to different people, like the host of the party. He’s with his army buds, the old aunties, shit, he’s even talking to that girl from the grocery, the cashier when he bought me the cream.
That seems like an eon ago when it was barely forty eight hours.
So much has happened in no time at all. But there’s nothing real between us. So I can let this go, right?
He’s just a weekend fling, it’s not like we’re really getting married. He didn’t do anything to hurt me personally because we don’t mean anything to each other. Then why do I feel like I’ve been daggered to the core, like a stab wound is opening up in my heart and will never scar over.
I look up at the crowd of happy faces. I can’t distinguish Bolt now. A horrible feeling of him taking that girl into the woods and spreading her open the same as he did me overtakes my thoughts. He could do that. He’s that type. I can’t see him anywhere.
But there’s Steele, holding Pebble in one arm, Scherri in the other, talking to his army friends. He looks so pleased they’re here and that he has his bride at last. I look at her and a blade pierces my heart. She looks so happy. Her hand rests on Steele’s broad chest and her cheek against his shoulder. She has him. She has them both.
She whispers something in his ear then wriggles away from him. Before she escapes he pulls her back for a kiss then she walks across to the house. She’s heading for the washroom I guess. Taking my chance, I jump up and follow her. It’s quite a distance on the other side of some shrubs and low trees but I pick up speed, heading her off as she goes through the opening in the greenery.
“Is it true?” I demand when I catch up to her.
She startles then smiles when she sees it’s me. Then frowns at the aura she picks up from me, I guess. I’m radiating repressed fury thanks to that disappointment.
“What?” she asks, confused.
“Did you sleep with Bolt, last time he was here?” I say bluntly.
“Bella,” she starts, inhaling deeply.
“Did you? Just answer me,” I insist. “No, you don't have to. I can see by your face that you did.”
Am I snarling? Did I actually almost snarl at my sister on her wedding day. It’s like a demon has plunged into me and I can’t stop myself.
“It wasn't like that, Bella,” Scherri says, remaining completely calm.
Easy for her to do knowing she has a man that will support her always.
“It wasn't like what?” I repeat dumbly, doing everything to stop the damn tears from spilling over. “How could you do something like that to Steele?
I stare at her, the emotion is rolling through her face like she doesn’t know how to tell me. I can tell she’s struggling to think of what to say, how to phrase it.
“I cant believe you let me go on about how great he is in bed when all the time you….”
I can’t do this.
I can’t say any more because I don't want to be the bitch that ruins her day. But I know I can’t control myself right now and I know I don't want to regret it later. I turn and walk away. Someone is emerging from the house but I walk right past them.
“Bella, wait,” Scherri calls, pleading.
I lift my hand in a kind of farewell but keep going, not stopping. I’ve been ripped in half and my insides are spilling everywhere.
23
Bolt
Not to steal one glint of the spotlight from Steele, but it’s freaking bizarre that I feel like this is my wedding day. All the guys from the unit are here. Backslapping, saying it’s good to get together again after all this time, we should have done it long ago.
And they’re not wrong. Like Steele, I was resisting, thinking it was maybe gonna bring shit up. But he’s made his peace with his memories and making new ones by the look of it. The guy looks like all his dreams are realized just standing there with his girl and introducing her to his old team mates.
Last night I had the deepest sleep of my existence. And without a flicker of any of the dreams I’ve had on repeat most nights since coming home. I didn’t wake up even when my Baby slipped out of bed to go make coffee and whip up cream. I could see myself coming downstairs every morning and finding my girl in the kitchen.
Only this would be in our own house. And she’d be wearing only a pair of panties, maybe my tee shirt, or a tank with the sides of her breasts visible in the cutaway. Fuck, my mind is full of images of a life with Bella. I’ve never done that before. It’s always been the furthest thing from my mind, picturing a future. Usually I can’t wait to get away. This time all I want to do is stay.
“That’s a gorgeous girl you got yourself, Dude,” Huggins, the guy we all call Huggy Bear is pummeling my hand up and down.
He’s gazing over my shoulder and I see Bella coming toward us in the distance. She’s too far away still to see her expression but her long bare legs are striding purposefully in my direction. Her shiny hair is swinging and so is her mini dress. My cock begins to unfurl and rise up. She looks incredible and she’s mine.
“I know,” I say to Huggins. “I can’t believe how I lucked out.”
“Don’t fuck this up,” he admonishes me.
I can’t stop grinning. It’s been about an hour and it seems like a week. I know what she’s heading toward me for. I need her too. I need her desperately. She reaches the edge of the crowd and is subsumed in heads. Then I see her, talking to the guy that works with her stepfather. I noticed him eyeing her earlier. Fucker better not be hitting on her.
I shove my hands in my pockets and slip away from the party.
“Where are you off too all smiling like the cat that got the cream?” Dottie asks.
“Just taking a walk with my girl,” I tell her.
“Did I do okay with the boys?”
“You were amazing, better than our drill sarge but a thousand times prettier.”
She smiles at that and says; “We’re about to have dinner, we’re going to light all the candles.”
“We won’t be long,” I tell her.
“I get it,” She nods.
And I think maybe she does. Like I said Dottie was probably as feisty and sexy as my Bella when she was young.
“You know, if my Bella is anything as amazing as you when she’s your age, I’ll be as mad about her then as I am now.” Dottie cackles in delight and walks toward the long table to make it perfect.
I glance around but I can’t see Bella. Perhaps she’s already in the central clearing, waiting to meet me.
I pick up my pace and duck into the cover of the trees all strung with fairy lights. I’m gonna ask her. I should have asked Steele’s permission. Not for that – I’m not that stupid to ask a woman to marry me after two days. She’d think I was a lunatic and drive me off.
No, we can take this slow, get to know each other properly, figure out how to make it work. We need to be in the same town. I’ve got to figure out where I’m going to live, what I’m gonna do with my life. It’s time. I can’t keep driving around the country form place to place for the rest of my life.
Actually that was exactly my intention before I met Bella. But since I have gotten together with her, everything’s changed. Absolutely fucking everything.
She’s not waiting for me in the clearing yet. I step behind a couple of close trunks, hiding myself until she arrives. My heart is fluttering about nervously. Fuck it’s almost as bad as before a night mission, when you don't know what to expect and whether you’ll be alive after it. Same sensation, different emotion.
Because now I’m only fearful that she might turn me down. That she’s been having some fun for the weekend of her family wedding and I’m just a lunk to hang on to when she gets drunk later. I would think that if I hadn't seen the way she looks at me.
And when I
asked her last night. After I made love to her more than screwed her, when she was lying curled up into my side, on the edge of dropping into sleep, when I asked her if she felt it too, she purred out a positive agreement.
I’m still grinning like a big idiot when she comes storming into the space between the trees from another angle. Her back is to me and she’s looking from side to side urgently. Like she needs me right now and is worried that I’m not here.
I couldn’t help but notice how she liked the rough side of me. How she liked to be held under my hand, restrained so she couldn’t move. She has to lie back against the tree trunk enduring the intensity of the pleasure I was drawing from her pussy. Christ, I need to be inside her again, I step out from my hiding spot, not wanting to startle her. But as she whirls around to face me, I grab her arms and press her up against the tree, same as before.
Her hands are pinned under both mine and I bend forward to take her mouth in mine, bite her juicy full lips. Then all at once, I detect the fury contorting her perfect face, I feel a sharp pain in my shin and realize she kicked me and my world blows to all corners of this field when she says, “Get your fucking hands off me.”
I release her arms from above her head but I’m still holding them trapped in mine at her sides. She yanks them away and it occurs to me that she’s going to hit me.
Then she does. The force she lifts her hand with retreats as she brings her fist down on my bicep. I could stop her, grab her arm and twist her into a hold easy as shit, but I don’t. I take the hit and stand there looking at her. I’m stunned not by the blow which barely registered on my muscle but by the hurt look in her eyes.
“What happened, Sweetheart,” I ask, cold hard calm like I’ve been trained to be under duress.
More than anything I want to take her in my arms and ease whatever’s hurting her but I think that’s me.
“What happened?” she hisses. “You slept with my sister is what happened.”
She stands there, her body shaking, her eyes glistening. I wonder who told her. How they told her that the words have left her so whipped by something that occurred before I met her. That was as much about a union between Steele and I as it was between me and Scherri. Three friends easing their fears and pain. I don’t know how to explain that to her.