“I get it. I’m sorry. I just...you make me feel better. Sane.”
I swallowed and brushed my fingers down his cheek before running my thumb over his full lips. His strong jaw ticked. “You’re not insane.”
He looked away.
Pinching his chin, I turned his head to meet my lips. “For the rest of our lives, I will help you deal with this. With your mom. With whatever issues you have. I understand the need for sex.”
“I don’t think you do. You have no idea how addicted I am to you. To being inside of you.” His eyes saddened. “I crave you.”
My heart thumped. Was he upset at how he was feeling? Maybe his addiction went further than I thought. “We’ll deal with this.”
He nodded. “Thank you.”
“For what?” I asked, frowning.
“For not telling me that you’ll help me get over this.”
“I don’t want you to get it over it. I love the way you need me. The way you make me feel wanted. But I don’t want your addiction taking control. I’m new at this whole thing but I’ve seen what my dad had gone through with alcohol. I just don’t want it to destroy you.”
“I love you. Everything about you. Your Skin. Your heart. Your mind and soul. You are perfect. For me. I’m not a religious man, by any means, but I do believe.” He linked our fingers and brought our joined hands up to his lips. “I look forward to spending the rest of my life with you. God put you on this earth for me. You, my sweet Evvie, were created...for me.”
Tears welled in my eyes and I swallowed past the hard lump in my throat. Brushing his hair out of his eyes, I reined kisses on his face. “My prayers were answered when I met you. We’ve had our issues and I know we will have more but knowing you are mine and that this is real, makes me believe that we can get through anything.”
His deep blue eyes twinkled. “My one.”
“My only.”
The rest of the night, we lay in each other’s arms. Not sleeping. Not talking. Just feeling.
***
As I stood at the entrance to the sanctuary in the church, I gripped my father’s arm in a tight hold. The last two days had flown by as we quickly got everything ready for our wedding. We could have waited, but our Vegas trip was coming up and we were going to use that as our honeymoon.
Earlier that morning we had an unexpected visit from Officer Charles. The older cop had reassured us that he was doing everything in his power to track down Brett’s mom. They had a lead that they were looking into and would hopefully have her behind bars and soon. They did find his step dad and brought him in for questioning. The disgusting monster of a man blamed everything on Diane like the pussy that he was.
“You ready for this, sweet pea?”
I jumped, my thoughts interrupted and I looked up at my dad.
He raised an eyebrow. “Distracted?”
“I’m fine.” I smiled reassuringly and let out a deep breath. Seeing the hard burly man in a black suit brought tears to my eyes. “I wish mom were here,” I whispered.
He nodded once, kissed me on the cheek and didn’t say anything else until it was our time to walk down the aisle. The wedding was small as only a few people sat in the audience to celebrate our marriage. We didn’t want a huge wedding and only invited a couple of people.
Brett’s sister had greeted me while I was in the bathroom and hugged the life out of me. For a small woman, she sure was strong.
I wished Everett was there also but no one had been able to get a hold of my brother. Last night I had gotten a text from an unknown number wishing me good luck on my wedding day. I could only assume it was from him.
The music switched and we started walking down the aisle. The tiny hairs on my body tingled as everyone stared at me but the only one I cared about was Brett. He stood at the end, waiting for me. Kane stood beside him, a huge grin on his face and he clapped a hand on Brett’s shoulder like a proud father.
Brett’s deep blue eyes drew me in, pulling me forward as I took the small steps towards him. At that moment, I stopped forcing my dad to pause beside me.
Small gasps sounded around me but the look on Brett’s face let me know that he knew I wasn’t running. Never. But I needed a moment.
“Evvie?”
“I want to walk the rest of the way by myself,” I said to my dad without taking my eyes off of Brett.
“Okay.” My dad kissed my cheek, walked up to Brett and whispered something in his ear. My father nodded towards me and blew me a kiss.
Brett grinned, his eyes heating with a love so deep, it practically tugged me towards him. I could almost hear him say, Come to me, lover. Show everyone here how much you love me.
A giggle escaped my lips and I quickly walked the rest of the way towards him. Towards my husband. My future. Our future.
***
“No words can describe how much I love you. How much you mean to me. Or how much you make me happy. You’ve taught me to be a better man, to open up, to love. I thank God every day for giving me you. My best friend, my lover, my Angel.”
Tears welled in my eyes as I replayed Brett’s vows over and over in my head. They came from his heart and I couldn’t ask for more.
“From the first moment we met, I knew you were the one. I’m not an easy man to get along with but you, my sweet Evvie, put me in my place. You teach me. You love me. You see me. You’re my one. My only.”
I looked at the gold double band set on my ring finger. My stomach flipped. Mrs. MacLean. I was now Mrs. Brett MacLean.
“I will spend the rest of my life making you happy. I will make it my mission to keep that smile on your face. God gave me a gift when he brought you into my life. We’ve had our ups and downs but we’re stronger than ever. I love you, Evvie Neal, and I look forward to spending the rest of our lives showing you how much.”
A sigh of bliss left my lips as I let the words that came from Brett’s heart wash over me.
“I like knowing that I put that smile on your face.”
I grinned at the deep voice in my ear.
Brett grabbed my hand and kissed my ring finger before pinching my chin. “I plan on putting more smiles on that beautiful face of yours tonight and the rest of our lives, lover.”
I smiled up at him.
As the sounds of the city went by us, the only thing that I could think about was the man sitting beside me. The man I loved. The man I just married. Mine.
We drove back to our apartment in silence but I could feel the lust rolling off of Brett. It was stronger than ever since we hadn’t had sex in two days. Normal for most but unusual for us. If I didn’t want him so bad, I would make him wait just to see how long he could go without it.
After Brett unlocked the door, I stepped into the living room and pulled off the white dress I was wearing. Letting it pool at my feet, I waited. For the feel of his touch, the taste of his breath, the sounds of his groans of passion. My body vibrated, never needing him more than ever. To consummate our love. Our commitment to each other for the rest of our lives.
“How much do you want me?”
I trembled at the deep voice in my ear. “I ache for you. I want you so bad, it hurts.”
“Tell me more,” he said, his voice firm.
My pussy clenched at the demand. “I want you so deep inside of me, making love to me so I’ll feel you for days.”
He stepped in front of me. A wicked smirk spread on his face as he wrapped a hand around my throat. “Evvie, it’s been two days. The things I do to you tonight will not be making love.”
***
The next morning I woke to a light swat on my ass. I giggled and sighed, stretching my arms out under the pillow before turning to Brett.
“Good morning, my wife,” he said, his blue eyes twinkling.
My body stirred and I placed a soft kiss on his lips. “Morning, my husband.”
He grinned and cupped the back of my neck, deepening the kiss. Pushing me onto my back, he knelt between my legs. “So beautiful.”
My gaze roamed down his hard chiseled body. My mouth watered. “You’re beautiful, too.”
A cheesy grin spread on his face. “You think I’m beautiful?” he asked, kissing my forehead.
“Mmmhmm. Your heart,” I said, lazily grazing my fingers down his chest. “You love me for me. Every inch of my skin,” I breathed as he trailed kisses down my jaw.
“You’ve made me who I am. Without you, I am nothing.” He gripped my hips, pulling me under him and brushed his mouth along mine.
I couldn’t believe that we were now married. Although we knew each other’s bodies, last night was like a fresh start. Getting to know one another all over again as husband and wife.
I pushed Brett onto his back and straddled his hips. The sense of power consuming me as I ran my center over his rock hard erection.
He growled against my mouth and threw me off of him, covering my body with his.
I smiled against his lips and pushed him again. Our bodies entwined, our limbs entangled in sheets as our mouths remained locked.
Brett pushed me one last time and we both ended up on the floor. Bubbles of laughter bursting forth from us both. “You alright?”
I smiled and nodded, brushing the strands of hair out of his eyes. “More so now than ever.”
A cheesy grin spread on Brett’s face. “I love you. My sweet Evvie. My one.”
“My only,” I finished for him.
“Did you have fun last night?” he asked, nipping my chin.
My body bloomed as memories of the many times we had consummated our marriage during the night reined full force in my mind. “Yes.”
“Good. Now spread your legs for me.”
I attempted to do as he said although my body was caught in the white sheet.
Brett moved between my legs, his erection resting against my mound.
Lifting my hips, I took him in. A sigh escaped my lips at the sense of familiarity. The only skin touching was our most intimate spots, the rest covered by the sheets.
I could never get enough. Him being inside of me felt like home. Safe. No wonder it calmed him whenever he had a nightmare.
Brett grunted, his hips speeding up, pushing his thick length deep inside of me.
A tingle of pleasure spread through my body and exploded into tiny electrifying amounts of ecstasy.
“Scream my name, lover.”
I moaned, his name leaving my lips again and again.
TWENTY-TWO
Brett and I had been married for a week before our trip to Vegas. The Saturday night, I got a call unexpectedly as I walked down the long hallway to our apartment. I glanced at the phone, not recognizing the number. “Hello?”
“How was the wedding?”
Everett. “No hello?”
He grunted. “Hello, Evvie.”
I sighed. “The wedding was small but good. Where are you?”
“Don’t worry about me.”
I huffed. “You sound like Ethan.”
“‘Bout time he learned something from me.”
“What’s going on, Ev?” I asked, once reaching the door to my home.
“I just wanted to let you know that I’m fine and see how you are doing.”
“We haven’t talked since daddy’s heart attack, Everett.”
There was a pause. “Evvie, be safe. I love you.” And with that, he hung up.
I frowned and walked into the apartment. Throwing my phone and keys onto the table by the wall, I let out a heavy sigh.
“What’s wrong, lover?”
My gaze landed on Brett sitting on the black leather couch in the living room. He held a small tumbler with dark amber liquid and took a sip as I neared him.
“Everett called me. It was the weirdest conversation ever,” I explained, sitting at Brett’s feet.
“Where is he?” Brett asked, curling his hand around the base of my throat.
I shrugged. “He’s safe. That’s all I know.” My stomach clenched. I tried not to worry for my family but the men in my life didn’t always make the smartest decisions.
I leaned my head back and looked up at Brett.
His jaw clenched and unclenched.
“Are you okay?” I asked, turning towards him.
His blue gaze met mine and he smiled. “Long day.”
“Ready for Vegas, lover boy?” I started unbuckling his belt and pulled his shirt out of his pants.
“I am ready for our honeymoon. Being in Vegas with my wife is just an added bonus.”
I smiled. “Getting to meet Mathis’ wife will be interesting.” I had no idea what she was like but once he told me that he got married, I ended up seeing their names in the paper. Something about her being a high paid call girl. I liked the guy. If he was happy, then I was happy for him.
Brett grunted in response and placed his glass on the counter. “What are you doing?”
“My husband is stressed. I’m going to make him feel better.” I lifted his shirt, pushing it to his waist and kissed just above his belly button.
“How are you going to do that?” he asked, his voice lowering.
I smiled and nipped along his waist, biting my teeth into the hard muscles just above his hip bone. “I’m going to suck your cock and then you’re going to fuck me.”
“Hmm...no making love?” he asked, fisting my hair in his hand.
“Not right now. I want you to give me all of you.” I bit into his flesh, making him jump.
“You will pay for that,” he growled, pulling back my head.
My heart stuttered at the heat in his eyes. Reaching into his pants, I pulled out his thick length and wrapped my hand around the base of him.
He groaned and sat back, tightening his hold in my hair.
“What do you want my husband?” I crooned licking my tongue over the tip of his cock.
His nostrils flared. “I want to fuck your mouth.”
My core clenched with desire for him. “Guide me.”
I covered the head with my mouth, closing my lips around the tip and took him as deep as possible.
A soft groan escaped him as he held my hair in his hand. “Your greedy mouth is hungry for me.”
I moaned and nodded, releasing him with a pop. “Always hungry for you.” Our eyes locked. Pushing his shaft against his stomach, I licked up the length. Grazing my teeth lightly over him, I kissed and sucked, devouring him completely. The smell of him, salty yet sweet, just about did me in.
I grabbed hold of his pants and boxers and pulled them off of him. His thick erection, hard and wet from my saliva made my breathing pick up.
Reaching under my dress, I pulled off my panties and dipped a finger through the soaked folds of my pussy.
He grinned. “You wet for me?”
I nodded and gripped him tight in my hand, stroking him from base to tip.
“I want you inside me,” he husked.
My heart thumped. “You sure?”
Brett nodded and moved his ass to the edge of the couch.
I covered the tip of his cock with my mouth. Inserting a finger inside of me, I coated it with the juices of my body.
Picking up speed with the strokes of my hand and mouth, I brushed my soaked finger from the heavy sac to between his ass cheeks.
“Evvie,” he breathed, bucking against my mouth.
My body buzzed with adrenaline knowing I was giving him the pleasure he had always given me. I rubbed my finger over the rim, lubricating it before pushing it past the tight barrier.
“Oh fuck.” His hold on my hair tightened as he started thrusting his cock between my lips.
Matching the thrusts of my middle finger with the movements of my hand and mouth, a thrill ran down my spine at the moment of control.
“Deeper,” he demanded.
Lowering my mouth to the base of his cock, it hit the back of my throat at the same time I pushed my finger into him as far as his body would allow.
His dick swelled, pulsing in my mouth before his release shot down the
back of my throat. He came on a growl, my name leaving his lips.
I moaned swallowing him completely, thrusting my finger in and out of him as hard as possible.
All too soon, Brett pushed me back onto my knees. Wiping a finger along my mouth, he smirked and inserted it between my lips. “Suck.”
I licked his finger, swallowing the taste of his essence. “Did you enjoy that?”
His mouth brushed over mine. “Your warm mouth wrapped around my cock is something I will always enjoy.”
“Yeah?” I smiled and cupped the back of his neck.
“Hmm...stop teasing me and bend over.”
I laughed and did as he said.
Hiking my dress to my hips, he thrust his cock into my waiting heat.
I whimpered, my body stretching to meet the size of him.
His hips sped up, his pelvis hitting my ass after each deep impact.
“Oh God, Brett. Harder. Please,” I begged, meeting him thrust for thrust.
He gripped my hair and slammed his cock into me.
The rough movements mixed with the tight hold he had on my hair, brought me over the edge. I screamed, trembling around him, his name leaving my lips until my throat turned raw.
“You like my dick deep inside you, lover?” he growled, pushing into me as far as possible.
“Yes, harder.” I didn’t know why or what had come over me, but it felt like I needed him under my skin. I needed him more than ever, giving us both the ecstasy we craved.
“How hard?”
“Rip me open,” I blurted. My eyes widened at the dark words leaving my lips.
Brett grunted and gripped my hips with both hands. “Hold on.”
I braced myself, my fingers digging into the carpet as he impaled me so hard, my knees lifted off the floor. “Oh yes,” I screamed, coming undone around him.
He pulled my core open with his thumbs, pounding into me. “Your hungry cunt is nice and wet for me.”
“I need...you deeper,” I panted.
He snarled and brushed a finger over the hole of my rear before pushing it between the tight barrier.
I gasped at the wonderful feeling of erotic pain as his fingers spread me open.
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