by C. M. Steele
“Daddy,” I sobbed, rushing into his open arms.
“My sweet girl.” He had his own tears in his eyes and looked so handsome in his tux. Strangely, he seemed fitter, as if he’d worked out more. “I think he was my best catch.”
“He really is. Thank you, Daddy.” He kissed my cheek and then Sophia tapped my shoulder.
“Come on. Ghost is waiting for his bride.”
“I’m the Ghost’s bride.” I giggled, and then everyone else followed. It helped me get over the anxious feeling I had.
Annelise adjusted my veil. “Let’s not make him wait any longer. The man might come running up here and steal you away.”
“Daddy, take me to him.”
He extended his arm to me and I wrapped mine around it. “With pleasure, my pumpkin.”
Everyone gathered in place, then the music began, and I stepped out into the garden on my father’s arm. My eyes moved to the altar where Rick waited for me, looking stunned. I could not stop smiling and watching his strong reaction to me. I hardly noticed anyone else in the room.
As we reached him, my father extended my hand to Rick’s, but instead Rick pulled my father into a hug. “Thank you for everything.”
“Treat her like the treasure she is.”
“Always.” Rick grabbed my hand. “Shall we?” I had to fight back tears because I didn’t want to ruin my makeup. I nodded, and then we turned to face the priest.
The ceremony passed in a blur because I couldn’t take my eyes off my man.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife.” Rick grabbed my hands in one of his and pressed them to his chest before cupping my neck and the base of my head. He leaned in and took my mouth hard, claiming me for everyone to see.
“Let me introduce you to Mr. Ricardo and Dr. Grace Martinez.” Our friends and family cheered as he held up our hands for people to see before he scooped me up in his arms and carried me back down the aisle.
“Food will be ready in twenty. Grab a beer and chill,” he shouted, marching back into our house. I giggled as he ran up to our bedroom, taking two steps at a time.
“Mr. Martinez, where are you taking me?”
“To bed. I can’t wait another minute, Grace. You look like a sexy angel that I need to possess.” He pushed open our bedroom door, then kicked it close with his foot. No need for him to lock it because they’d be stupid to interrupt us.
“Then take me, husband.” He crushed his mouth to mine as he laid me down on the edge of the bed.
“Fuck, say it again,” he grunted, pulling up the skirt of the dress over my waist.
I held it up and looked into his eyes, giving him what he wanted. “Husband.”
His strong hands shook with excitement like we hadn’t had sex before, but he freed his cock and slammed into my depths. I cried out, loving how full I felt. Grunting, he pumped his hips while he tugged the top of my gown down, sucking my breast into his lips.
When his teeth grazed along my sensitive nipple, my body bucked and my pussy clenched, sending me over the edge, coming hard. My silky, wet walls pulsated around his meat, marking him with my own release.
With one more powerful thrust, he shot his violent orgasm into me, gripping my hip with one hand and the other tugging on my hair. “You’re mine.”
“I’m yours. Forever yours.” He pressed his forehead to mine as he attempted to control his heart.
“I’m sorry I lost it for a minute. I had no idea what it would do to me to hear you call me husband.”
“Man, I wonder how you’d feel if I called you Daddy.”
“Daddy? You mean…I’m going to be a dad?” He pulled out of me and stood up with his cock still hard and his dress shirt hanging over it.
“Yes,” I whispered, nervously anticipating his reaction.
He growled and then hollered, “I’m going to be a dad!”
“Well, before we start having a welcoming party, could you put away your baby maker?”
He started tucking away his cock and fixed his shirt. “Sorry. Yes. God, I love you, my sexy, brilliant, amazing wife.” I stood up, feeling his release between my legs and loving it.
“Time to celebrate.” We went down and enjoyed stealing kisses and dancing until I grew too tired.
Chapter 20
Ghost
“Drop the panties, now,” I growled, stepping behind my sexy wife and running my nose under her ear. I sniffed the column of her neck, loving the quickening of her pulse.
“But I have to go into the clinic today,” she moaned as I brushed my fingers over her biceps.
“Not yet. I said lose the panties, wife.” Her body shivered whenever I called her wife. She knew my tone and the one single word. I’d had to work overnight and had just got in the door. It was these stolen moments that made my day. One hour between the time she left and the time I entered the house. We had to make it count. She grabbed the edge of her panties, slowly wiggling her cute ass out of them and then sliding them down her perfectly soft legs. With her ass bent over so nicely for me, I couldn’t wait and dropped to my knees, staring at her little petals peeking from below. I gripped her thighs and licked her seam, stabbing my tongue into her heat.
“Fuck, Rick, I’m so close.” Popping her ass back and spreading her legs, she opened up for her man.
“Good because I need you so fucking badly.” I pumped two fingers into her pussy and she spasmed around my tongue, coming hard on my face. I picked her up and carried her to the window seat and slammed into her from behind, fucking her thoroughly until we were both coming again.
“A bad day?” she asked as I pulled out of her warmth.
“Yes, because my sexy woman will be gone all day,” I grumbled.
“I’m only there until one. I’ve been put on an easy schedule even though I’m not far along.”
I rubbed my little man in her almost completely flat belly. “Do you want me to drive you in?”
“No. I’m still feeling good enough to drive the five minutes away.”
“Okay. Call or text me when you get into the office. I’ll walk that way and meet you. We can go eat out, then we’ll come home, and I’ll eat you out again.”
“Mr. Martinez, I love you.”
“I live for you, my love.” I crushed my mouth to hers before she hurried back to the shower to wash up. I didn’t want her to get a rash.
Once we said our goodbyes, I stripped down out of my uniform and passed out on the bed. My alarm was set to wake up at noon so that I had enough time to shower and walk over to the clinic.
Sleep came easy after the long night I had, so when my alarm had me jumping out of the bed, I felt like I’d slept through the whole day.
I made it down to the clinic with a few minutes to spare, thankfully. Well, at least for me. The fucker ogling my pregnant wife wasn’t going to be so fortunate. I’d worn my patch over a black tee and jeans with a pair of leather boots. It was a wedding present from The Riders to both of us.
I loved when she’d wear her cut. Property of Ghost. It turned me on every damn time to see her sophisticated ass still dressed in her pencil skirt, heels, and button-down top with her hair in a bun and her cut on her. Seeing this bastard made me think she should wear it all the fucking time.
“Do you have a fucking problem?” I asked in a low grunt so no one else could hear me.
He spun around, and I nearly lost my shit. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
“I’m here to talk to my girl. She’s being stubborn,” he bit out in anger.
“Your girl?”
“Yeah, Dr. Grace Holden.”
“Get the fuck out before I rip your heart from your chest and make you eat it.”
“What the hell is your problem? Take a hike before I make you.” The ex-boyfriend got in my face.
“Get the fuck out of my face before I kill you.”
“Okay.” He stepped back, looking like he was going to give up, but I wasn’t born yesterday. He swung at me, missing, and then I was o
n him, dropping him in one shot.
“Oh my God, Rick. What are you doing? Wait…Is that David?”
“Yep. He’s going to jail right now for assaulting an officer.”
“I didn’t know you were a cop,” he snapped out. “Baby, tell this fucker to drop the charges.” I bent down and slammed his head on the ground.
“How about stalking charges? You’re following my wife, add on an assault on me, and being an all-around piece of shit.”
“You married this guy?” he roared. I didn’t like the look in his eyes. He snorted something before coming here.
“Grace, love. What the fuck did you ever see in this pussy?” I snarled. The receptionist had called the sheriff, and Law walked into the clinic.
“What do we have here?”
“This is Grace’s ex, looking for trouble,” I gritted out. Stringing this fucker up by his balls came to mind. He wanted my wife. If I didn’t hate the son of bitch before, I sure as fuck did now.
“How the fuck did you know she worked here? Stalking?” Law asked, pulling out some cuffs. “Please tell me you let this fucker swing first.” He gave me a frown.
“Of course I did.” I walked past them and to my woman, sliding my arm around her waist, bringing her to me and letting her feel what I had for her and only her. “Babe, are you ready?”
“I need five more minutes,” she moaned as I attacked her neck.
“Anything for you,” I reminded her, taking her mouth in a deep kiss. After I let her go, I had to stop her from falling down because she became breathless. Fuck, yes. That was what I did to her. This pussy couldn’t even keep her.
“Please don’t beat anyone else up.” She wagged her finger before walking toward the back.
“I’ll try to behave.”
Law held David in cuffs as he waited for me. “I’ll file the report.”
“Go ahead, and if he comes back…next time I won’t let him leave.” Law nodded and then dragged that son of a bitch out.
I couldn’t believe the bastard had the nerve to track her down as if she’d take him back.
She waved at the receptionist as we moved to the door. “Has he tried to contact you?” I asked her as she slipped her bag over her shoulder. I stuck out my hand, and she slid it back off and handed it to me.
She shrugged her shoulders. “If he has, I wouldn’t know. If I don’t recognize a number, I don’t answer it. Too many spammers.”
“I’ll have Cyber look into it. He looked a little fucking ragged from the image I saw of him before.” I opened the passenger door for her, helping her inside the truck even though I knew she didn’t need it.
“I don’t know. I didn’t notice him until he was sporting a black eye.” That was a great fucking answer because my blood boiled with anger and jealousy—not aimed at her, but the bastard that thought he could win her back.
I cupped her chin, holding it tight and directing her gaze to mine. “Good. That’s really good because I’m already going to show you that you belong to me. I would have killed the bastard if he’d actually spoken to you.” She nodded, so I pressed my lips to hers roughly and then pulled back before I lost my shit and took her outside the clinic wildly, giving no fucks who saw. My soul burned with the need to mark my territory like an animal.
Closing the door after she buckled herself in, I went around in a rush and started up the vehicle. Although we didn’t speak a word going home, the energy and need vibrated between us, speaking loudly of our desires.
All thoughts of food gone. The second we entered the house, I pinned her to the wall, tasting her lips. “Fuck, I’m sorry. I need to take you hard.”
“Don’t be sorry. Give it to me. Show me who I belong to,” she moaned.
“Knees. Now,” I demanded.
With a sassy smile, she slid to her knees and tugged on my buckle, yanking it from the loops and dropping it to the floor. It felt like an eternity as she popped the button and dragged the zipper down, easing the throb in my dick. She brushed her face against the cotton boxers, nipping gently on my meaty shaft. She was most assuredly trying to kill me.
“Now, wife. I want you to show me who owns you.” She gasped and I saw her slip her fingers under her skirt, strumming her cunt while she freed my cock. “Good wife. Suck before I spank your ass. I’m feeling very fucking possessive.” She loved when I went nuts like this. I loved her beyond comprehension and even though she had nothing to do with what happened in the clinic, someone tried to take what was mine.
Her tongue scraped from the base to the tip, swiping off my cum and smiling. When she took my cock down her throat, I lost it. Gripping her hair, I held her still fucking her gorgeous face. “Look at me. You are my everything, Grace. I don’t deserve your perfection, but I’m too fucking greedy to let you ever leave me.” Her hand moved faster between her legs. “Work your tits too, mi reina. I’ll fuck your pretty mouth.”
She squeezed her sensitive tits, and the sight was my undoing. I let go, coming down her throat. Graced cried out her orgasm around my shaft, swallowing it all. I released my grip and lifted her to her feet before carrying her to the sofa. She might have already come, but I needed to taste her until she gave me another one.
“Fuck, Rick. I’m going to come again,” she shouted, clenching her ass and rolling her hips into my face as she nutted all over my scruff.
“I could eat you up all day long,” I whispered, kissing her mound, moving upward. “Sorry, baby, but I can’t control how much I love your mother.” I didn’t take her right now because I’d been too rough.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong, angel. Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“Not at all. I didn’t realize how much I enjoyed your territoriality. It’s so fucking hot. God, my pussy’s still throbbing.”
“Do you need my dick, wife?”
“Always.” I lifted her up and onto me as I pushed my cock through her soaking wet folds.
“So sexy,” I whispered, cupping her ass and sucking one of her hard nipples into my mouth. Her walls stiffened around my length as I sucked on her pretty berries. Switching from one to the other, I plucked and licked her tits. She grabbed my hair and pulled my head up to meet her for a deep, climax-ready kiss. I caught her screams as she flooded us with her orgasm. Two more pumps, and I came again. She had that ability to make me come in an instant.
I lived to please this woman.
“Now I’m ready to go out and eat.” She stood up and adjusted her clothes. Fuck, she looked sexy all rumpled.
“I’ll take you wherever you want, Mrs. Martinez.”
“I’m going to hit the shower first and change.”
My phone buzzed, and Grace pulled it from the pocket of my jeans that were at my knees and handed it to me. She kissed my cheek and then skipped upstairs.
It was a text from Law asking me to call him right away, so I did. “What’s up?”
“We have a problem, and I don’t think we should book this fucker.”
“What do you mean?”
“If you see his trunk, you’ll put a bullet in his head yourself. This will require the guys’ assistance.”
While still on the phone, I got a text from Boomer. Church with a prayer offering tonight?
I replied. Ten.
Boomer: Done.
“You know what to do, Law.” I didn’t even need to see the next text. It was a mass text from Boomer. Law had already called him for sure.
“Yep. See you at Church.” We hung up, and my happy mood soured. I had to shake it off before Grace saw and wondered. I didn’t want her to live in fear, and after tonight, she wouldn’t ever again.
I rushed upstairs and saw her coming out of the shower. “Damn it. I missed it.”
“Good, because your ass needs to feed me.”
“Give me five.” I took my shower quickly, thinking about Grace. My dick ached as it stiffened again. The fucker should be used to being hard all the damn time. Once I was good to g
o, I spent the rest of the day showing my woman how much I loved her.
“Stop screaming like a little bitch,” I barked out, glaring at the fuck who tried to take my wife away from me. We had him chained to the ceiling with his knees touching the floor, stripped down to his boxers. “This is what you planned to do to my wife.” I grabbed the taser and shot him in the nuts with it. A rank smell filled the room as the fuckhead shit himself. “Damn, you’re a weak bastard, aren’t you?”
Boomer shouted, “Hose him down.”
Wrench turned on the fireman’s hose, spraying the fucker down. I raised my hand because I didn’t have patience for this. He choked and sputtered water everywhere. “What were your plans for my wife?”
“Nothing. I just wanted her back. I didn’t know she was married.”
“That’s bullshit, because I saw the shit in your trunk, you sick fuck. Now, I’m going to ask you one last time. What did you plan to do to my wife?”
“I planned to fuck her one last time before I killed her.”
“Blade.” He walked up to me, holding the weapon they found in the trunk. It was an eleven-inch hunting knife. “Thanks.” I took it and twirled it in my hand. The pussy thought he’d use this on my wife, and I felt like spilling his guts all over the ground, but that would be messy—extremely messy. Instead, I held his face and swiped the blade across his cheek.
His howling scream pissed me off even more, so I plunged the knife into his throat. He gasped as the blood squirted out of his body. “No one hurts my angel. See you in hell.” I spun around and then kicked the blade deeper until it came out the other side.
“Feel better?” Boomer asked.
“Not yet. Seeing that knife brought the reality that a few minutes more and I would have lost her. His cowardice disgusts me because he would have butchered my love.”
“We understand. Change up, and we’ll take care of this for you. Go home to your wife and hold her tonight.”
“Thank you.” I went into the shower next door and washed off the blood sprays, changing my clothes before hopping on my bike. The engine roared to life as I sped out and down toward my home where my precious wife waited for me.