Nate and Skye: A Fortis Wedding Novella

by Wade, Maddie

  He must have read her mind because he lifted, and with a smile that heated her blood pulled her to her feet. He flipped her around and kissed the nape of her neck, fiddling the back of her dress. “How in God’s name do I get you out of this thing?” he asked after a few seconds.

  “This thing cost a fortune,” she said huskily.

  “And it looks stunning on you, but I want it on the floor, now,” he said with a growl that made her pussy throb for him.

  “Unhook the lace at the top, and there’s a hidden zip under the buttons.”

  She felt his rough fingers skim down her spine as he slowly pulled the zip down so that the dress was now resting against her hips. Nate spun her around gently and pulled her arms that were holding the dress in place away.

  Slowly the fabric whooshed to the carpeted floor, pooling at her feet. She stood still as he appraised her, his finger rubbing up and down her arm.

  “You look like heaven,” he said.

  The ivory boned corset and lace panties had taken her ages to find, but she had known Nate would love them when she saw them. He had a thing for underwear and was always buying her pretty sets.

  He took her hand in his to steady her as he helped her step out of the dress, bending to pick it up and lay it across the ottoman at the bottom of the bed.

  “Undress me, Skye,” he growled.

  She stepped closer, her breasts brushing his chest as she loosened his tie and slipped it over his head, next went the buttons on his waistcoat, then the shirt. She slid them both off, so they landed on the floor. Her hands smoothed over his hard chest, the light dusting of dark hair soft under her fingertips.

  Her hands moved down his body as he stood still, his hands resting on her waist as her fingers fiddled with his belt buckle. Unsnapping it, she unbuttoned his trousers and slid the zip over the hard ridge of his cock, his breath hissed out as he threw his head back at her touch, the arch of his throat too good to resist as she dropped kisses on it.

  Reaching into his trousers, she freed his cock working him from root to tip as he cupped her face in both hands and kissed her with more force this time. The hold he had on his desire slipping with every stroke from her hand. She felt his hand at her wrist stopping her then he lifted it to his lips, dropping a kiss on her pulse that made her tummy flutter, then turned her to face the bed, her butt exposed by the tiny knickers she wore.

  His hand on her back pushing her to bend made her breath hitch as he ran a palm over her spine and down to her ass, cupping the soft globes.

  “You look so fucking hot like that,” he rasped, the heat of his body against her as she leaned her hands on the bed to stop from falling. She felt his fingers slide along her pussy, stroking the wetness before pushing a finger into her.

  “So wet for me, too.”

  Skye moaned when she felt him loosen the strings of the corset letting her breasts free as it fell from her body. Her nipples beaded as he fingered them, rubbing and pinching until she begged him for more, all the while his fingers played with her pussy but never giving her enough, making her teeter on the edge of desire.

  “Nate please.”

  “What do you need, mi cielo?”

  “You. I need you. I need your cock,” she begged, knowing what he wanted from her. She almost sobbed as she heard his trousers hit the floor and felt the heat of his hard length against her.

  She gasped, almost coming when he grasped the panties from her body and tore them away, the material no match for him.

  “Turn around, Skye,” he said, his voice a rumble against her neck.

  On shaky legs, she turned and lost her breath at the magnificent sight of him. But it was the black bruise on his left pec where his heartbeat that made her gasp.

  He saw her panic and leaned in to kiss her lips. “I’m okay, baby. I’m okay,” he murmured, and then he was kissing his way down her body, licking a path to her core. Her body and mind were lost in a sea of emotion as he kissed and licked and sucked until she was a squirming mass of sensation. She felt her climax building as he tortured her clit and made love to her with his mouth until she shattered, his name on her lips over and over until all she saw was black dots and stars.

  Her body didn’t give her time to recover, and neither did her husband. Kissing his way up her body, his hand dragged her thighs up, so her knees were high beside her head. His gaze was intense as he slowly pushed the tip of his cock against her entrance, her pussy clenching and trying to make him go faster as her body—not finished with the last orgasm—began to build again.

  Finally, he pushed in to the hilt, his balls touching her ass, his cock stretching her as he looked at her, his eyes heavy with desire and love. Fucking beautiful,” he groaned as she tightened her muscles around him.

  “Move,” she pleaded.

  Nate began to move, rocking his hips as he leaned on her legs, locking her in place so she couldn’t move, feeling him deep. Her hands grasped at his forearms, the muscle rippling under her fingers as she sank her nails into him. She felt him begin to lose control as he moved faster and faster, his movements becoming jagged as his chase for the release their bodies craved snapped at him.

  Her body was on edge, climbing and climbing with no end in sight until he switched his angle and his pelvic bone began to graze her clit with every stroke. Skye closed her eyes as feeling and sensation assailed her and then she was flying, her body splintering as wave after wave of pleasure hit her.

  She heard him groan and her eyes opened to see his face a hard, angled mask of lust—red splashes of colour on his cheekbones as he slammed into her one last time and she felt his cock harden even more as he pumped his seed into her womb.

  Nate fell forward gently, rolling slightly, so she wasn’t crushed, their breath panting in and out as they lay entangled in each other’s arms.

  “I love you, Mrs Jones,”

  “I love you too, Mr Jones.” She chuckled as he lifted her from the bed. “Where are we going?”

  “I’m running us a bath, so we can get dirty again.” He said with a leer, and she shivered.

  Her husband had a definite addiction to her body, and she wouldn’t have it any other way. Skye knew she would never forget this day but instead of remembering the scary drama and the sadness, it would be because of the love she felt for and from this man.

  Chapter 13

  Even before the car had rolled to a stop, the door of the Cunningham Estate was thrown open. Noah came running down the steps, already dressed, with his hair combed neatly to the side. Mimi and David beamed at them from the doorway. Stepping out the car, Nate moved around to take Skye’s arm, steadying her as she navigated the fresh snow.

  She looked even more beautiful today if that was possible. He shook his head at himself at the thought. Every day seemed the same—he thought he couldn’t love her more and then she did or said something and he fell head over heels all over again. Today she wore an emerald green jersey dress with beading around the round collar and bell sleeves. Her legs were covered in black tights with purple ankle boots on her feet.

  “Mum, Dad, you’re here!” Noah exclaimed as he jumped at Nate from the second step. He caught him with a chuckle, never getting tired of the love Noah showed him, forever grateful that he got to share it.

  “Of course, we are. Did you think we wouldn’t be?” Skye asked with a confused smile. It was only nine in the morning, and after waking his new wife with his mouth, he had made love to her in the shower before they got ready to come and spend Christmas with his parents and their friends.

  “I knew, but you took ages,” he said as she wriggled to get down and taking his mum’s hand pulled her through the door.

  Nate leaned in and kissed his mum’s cheek before shaking his dad’s hand. “Merry Christmas, Mum, Dad.”

  “Merry Christmas, Son,” his mum replied before kissing and hugging Skye.

  He and Skye followed Noah past the ten-foot Christmas tree in the hallway and through to the large living room which
also had an enormous tree. Underneath it was so many presents, it was genuinely obscene, but then it was for a lot of people. They all had one gift under this tree for after lunch. But each couple who was staying had also set up their own tree in their living quarters.

  Everyone was meeting for drinks at eleven before lunch, but until then they would open presents in his parent’s quarters.

  “Look, Santa came,” Noah said with a look of glee that only a child could give.

  “Wow, he sure did.” Nate said as he laughed as he took in his parent’s enjoyment at Noah’s enthusiasm.

  “Come on, we need to open the ones under Nan and Grandpa’s tree. Santa left all mine there and yours too. He must have known.”

  Nate looked at Skye who was beaming with happiness at Noah. He leaned in and dropped a kiss on her head. “Did you put E-numbers in his stocking?” he asked with a smirk on his face as she punched him lightly in the belly at the slight on her stocking skills.

  “Hey, watch yourself, or you won’t be getting your stockings tonight.” She replied with a wink. He held up his hands and backed away in surrender. “Dope,” she giggled as she slipped her hand back in his and they climbed the stairs behind his parents and their very excitable son.

  Reaching the rooms his parents lived in now, Nate bit back a gasp. The seven-foot tree was magnificent but underneath it was full of gifts, many of which he knew were for Noah. They all sat around the tree, and his mum passed hot apple cider for the adults and a hot chocolate for Noah.

  Nate saw Skye try and smother a yawn with her hand and could hardly hide the smirk from his face, knowing full well why she was so tired and having no regrets whatsoever.

  “Have you heard from Lacey, my dear?” Nates mum asked as she sat herself down beside his dad, his arm automatically moving behind her back.

  “Yes, I sent her a text this morning, and she’s coming over later. Roz picked her up, and she stayed with her and Kanan last night.”

  “Oh, that’s good. She is such a sweet girl. I’m so glad that boy persuaded her to marry him. He sure did need straightening out.”

  Nate bit back the smile at his mother’s words. Mimi had knocked Kanan out with a Welsh Cake griddle after she thought he was attacking her and Lizzie. Kanan was still nervous every time his mum moved too fast. To hear her call Roz sweet was the funniest thing ever though. The woman was one of the deadliest assassins on the planet and had killed more people than she had hot dinners, but his mum wouldn’t hear of it. As far as Mimi was concerned, Roz was a saint. If he didn’t know better, he would swear Roz got a kick out of it, always saying how she liked to bake for K.

  He and Kanan had come a long way since the kidnapping which had almost broken Skye. He couldn’t say he would have forgiven Kanan if it hadn’t been for Noah. Noah had seen something in Kanan that nobody else had. His trust and faith in K had been a turning point for the man. Now Kanan was a firm favourite in their house, and they had even been out to dinner as a foursome.

  “Can we open them now, can we please?” Noah begged as he bounced in his seat with excitement that was barely restrained.

  “Okay but let David play dad,” Skye said pointing at his dad.

  David shook his head. “No, that’s not my place now. It’s time for Nate to take that title.”

  Nate felt a lump clog his throat with emotion. Standing he moved closer to the tree and sat beside Skye’s legs as he rifled through the gifts and started handing them out. With each gift Noah opened, his face beamed bigger.

  There was a knock on the door, and Reg poked his head in. “Hey, just wanted to stop by and say hello before lunch.”

  “Come in,” David beckoned, moving to get Reg a hot cider.

  He and Skye rose and greeted Reg.

  “So, I guess you were good then, kiddo,” he said to Noah.

  “I was, and there are still so many to open,” Noah exclaimed.

  “I thought you were heading over later,” Skye said.

  “I was, but the Club had some trouble last night, so I headed over early. I’m getting too old for that nonsense.”

  “Anything I can help with?” he asked his senses on alert.

  “Nah, just club stuff,” Reg replied with a shake of his head. Nate observed him for a minute trying to read his demeanour but concluded all was well.

  “Can you stay and open stuff with us, Uncle Reg?” Skye asked.

  “Yes, please. I have more Lego to help him build than I can do in a lifetime,” Nate said and chuckled.

  “Sure, why not, kid,” Reg answered as they all re-took their positions.

  Nate picked up the gifts he had been most excited to give Noah. Having Reg there made it all the more special. Only he and Skye knew about this, and he was nervous about Noah’s reaction. Nate looked up at Skye from his position by her feet, leaning his arm on the couch by her leg, his hand resting on her knee.

  He felt her hand over his, her soft smile of reassurance giving him the courage to hand over the gift.

  “This is from me. Your mum helped me with it,” he said to Noah handing over the envelope.

  Noah took it and stood with his hands clutching the cream paper, his eyes never leaving Nate’s. Without opening it, he moved to sit beside Nate before he opened it and pulled out the paper inside.

  “Do you want me to read them to you?” Nate asked, his voice thick with emotion. Noah nodded his head. The silence in the room was palpable.

  Taking the paper, he opened the sheet and looked at his son. “These are adoption papers. Do you know what that means?”

  “Noah nodded. “It means you get to be my daddy for real.”

  “I’m already that, buddy. I have been since the day we met. I love you more than anything in this world. What this means is, with your permission, I will become your dad legally, and we could change your surname to Jones.”

  “Really? So, we would all be the same?” he asked his hand clutching Nate’s arm.

  Nate felt his heart overflow with love as he turned to look at Skye who was wiping away a tear from her cheek. His mum was openly crying, and Reg looked at him with approval, his dad with pride.

  “Yes, would you like that?”

  Noah launched his little body at Nate who caught him in a tight hug. He could feel Noah’s heart pounding, and he knew his was doing the same. Sliding an arm out he drew Skye into their embrace.

  “Yes, please. Can we do it now?”

  “Not today. They are closed, but we can go down as soon as the courts open and get things finalised,” Skye answered for him knowing he was too choked to do so.

  In a twenty-four-hour period, Skye and Noah had given him everything he had ever wanted, and he would spend his life making sure he was worthy.

  Hugs were given out, and the rest of the presents were opened. He had bought Skye diamond earrings and a new Kitchen Aide blender in pink which she went gaga over. She had bought him an engraved Tag Diving watch. They had bought a trip to Loch Lomond for his mum and dad, followed by a three-week stay in Europe which had his mum bursting into tears again and they gave Reg tickets to see Pink Floyd.

  As they left to go down for drinks with his friends, he stole a kiss from his wife that made his blood boil. He couldn’t wait to go on their honeymoon, he had booked them a week in St Lucia and then a week in Spain with his mum’s family where Noah would meet them. But that was a surprise. Skye had no idea about it.

  Chapter 14

  Making their way into the large ballroom where Daniel and Megan were setting Paige up with her very own doll and pram, he smiled seeing his friend so happy after so much heartache. The room looked magnificent with a twenty-foot real tree in the middle and hundreds of fairy lights strung around, there was even a fake blow up igloo and snow scene that Lauren and Megan had made. It was magical and with the view of the falling snow outside it gave the feel of a postcard Christmas.

  Lauren was holding Aaron on her hip as he reached for her hair and Dane had Leah cradled upright in his arms, the li
ttle girl already had her father wrapped firmly around her finger.

  Zack was standing with his arm around a radiant Ava as Riley chattered away to him. He was happy to see Lizzie with Mateo standing beside her. The boy had been living with his father after what had happened but was spending more and more time with Lizzie now she was feeling better.

  As their other friends started to arrive, including Lacey who looked pale but physically fine, he thought how lucky they were. Zin and Celeste came with Kanan and Roz and their girls. Zin and Roz were bickering in Russian but with no heat, just the familiarity of family. Lucy and Jace were next, looking like loves young dream.

  He loved to see Lucy so happy. They were soul mates if anyone was. He had never seen a couple so in tune with each other and he knew it wasn’t because of Sly’s gift. They just were made for each other, the way Jace looked at Luce like she was his whole world but as he looked around the room, he realised all the couples had that.

  “Drink?” he asked Skye as he steered them towards the bar set up along the side of the ballroom.

  “Yes, can I have a Bellini please.”

  “Your wish is my command.” He said with a grin as he kissed her shoulder.

  “If that were the case, you’d tell me where we were going on our honeymoon,” she replied trying to coax it out of him.

  “Not a chance, mi cielo.” He laughed as she pouted before she left to talk to Lacey as he got them all drinks. He saw Will walk in, his face set into a hard frown. Will saw him and headed over, his face relaxing a smidge.

  “Hey! Drink?” Nate asked as Will came to a stop next to him.

  “Please mate, if you’re pulling bar duty,”

  “So, you gonna tell me what’s going on with you?” Nate asked as he poured them drinks.

  Will ran his hand through his dark hair in agitation. “My brother is being a dick again, the woman I can’t stop thinking about seems to hate my guts and is ghosting me, and now one of my servers has gone down,” he said, frustration evident.