The minister tries to hide his smirk but does a poor job and gives up, smiling wide.
“As I was saying, I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride.”
Bizzy starts to giggle, her eyes shining bright. There’s a loud echo of more laughter from the crowd around us, but I only have eyes for her. Since the instant she walked into sight, holding tightly to her dad’s arm, I had to fight for control. It wasn’t only her beauty that took my breath away, it was her glow.
It’s taken a while, but she is finally Bizzy Bennett and we are standing in the exact spot I kissed her for the first time on this beach. Unlike that time, though, she now knows exactly how much I love her.
I move back in to kiss her again, when a gurgling squeal sounds out. We both turn our heads at the same time to see Brayden bouncing happily in Mom’s lap, reaching for us. Bizzy makes a move to get him, but I hold her in place.
“He wants us,” she tries to tell me, before I brush my lips over hers.
“He can wait. I’m not ready to share you yet, even with him.”
“Shaw, you’re being ridiculous.” She wiggles to get free.
“Warning you now, either you kiss me again and let that child stay with my mom while I properly walk my wife back down the aisle, or I lift you over my shoulder and carry you to our suite, missing the rest of the night.”
She sighs breathily, her lips tipping in a grin. “I wouldn’t want to miss my own wedding reception.”
“Glad you see things my way.” I kiss her again, not caring about our audience. This time, when we pull apart, her eyes are sparkling blue and her lips are swollen. She’s wearing a dreamy expression that makes me want to beat my chest with pride.
I lead her back down the aisle, where the wedding planner whisks us away for pictures as our guests are shown to the ballroom.
It turns into a whirlwind as the photographer motions us around. My stupid ass brothers carry her away, while I’m forced to do shots with my parents and hers.
When they bring her back to me, it’s torture as I endure sharing her with Claire and the rest of the wedding party—which is Nick and Mathis. She laughs the whole time until Nick asks for a picture of them alone.
The whole group pauses as he brings out a bottle of the finest champagne and toasts her.
“To my one and only Lizbeth, the one who brought me through the toughest time in my life. The young sweetheart who turned into my rock of strength, then gave me the peace I always needed. We’ve been through hell together and still survived by each other’s side. You are now not only my best friend, but my sister. I love you.”
There isn’t a dry eye as the photographer snaps away. Bizzy falls into Nicky chest, her whole body shaking. Even I get choked up at witnessing the moment.
I’m transformed back to almost eleven years ago when she bounced into the room, bringing a smile to his face.
The image hits me hard as I feel a hand on my arm and glance over to see Rory with Tom, tears still in their eyes.
“She loves you so much,” Rory whispers through her emotions. “Take care of her.”
“Until the day I die, Rory, Tom.”
“I trust you,” Tom chokes out and walks away, trying to gain his composure.
His faith in me sparks something new. I stand up straighter as understanding washes through me. He trusts me with the most precious thing in his life.
I already cherish her, but this is so much more.
We get through the rest of the shots, until it’s finally time to go to our reception. Bizzy nuzzles up to my side, holding me close and waiting for the next step.
I recognize my mistake the minute we walk through the door. I should have followed through and taken Bizzy away, because the instant we’re announced at the reception, she’s hijacked.
Since we decided on a destination wedding, our guest list is slim, but a few of her friends from the hospital were able to come. She readily shows off her ring set, while the women surround her with congratulations. Claire’s by her side, smiling widely. Her eyes meet mine and send a message of appreciation. She’s been my little spy, making sure today was everything Bizzy wished for, no matter the price. Including assisting me with finding a wedding band that would be work appropriate and still send the message I wanted.
I look at my watch and set a time limit. She can have five minutes. Then she’s at my side again.
“I can’t believe you did it.” Nick hands me a scotch. “Better yet, I can’t believe she went through with it.”
“At this point, she feels sorry for him. That has to be it.” Mathis joins us.
“You do both realize I’m an excellent negotiator, right? She really never had a chance. I’d have worn her down eventually.”
I watch Bizzy gesture to our nanny to bring Brayden to her. She takes him into her arms and nuzzles him close, kissing all over his face. He giggles in delight, fisting her hair into his mouth.
A lump forms in my throat watching them together. This happens often.
Since that day in the hospital, Bizzy can’t get enough of Brayden. She dotes on him with all the love she has to give, and he adores her equally as much.
At almost six months, we forget he was a preemie. He’s grown and progressed as if he came at full term, and we’ve never had any issues. His head is full of dark hair, and he inherited my eyes. Bizzy says he’s a spitting image, and I have to agree.
“Happy for you, Shaw. I know we give you a hard time, but in all honesty, thank you for making her happy.” Nick grows serious, not taking his eyes off Bizzy. “She may be your wife, but she’s still the most important woman in my life besides Mom. I couldn’t have asked for more for her.”
It’s on the tip of my tongue to mention his speech to Bizzy, but I rethink it. That was between him and her, no one else, not even me.
“Goes without saying, I feel the same,” Mathis agrees.
The lump in my throat returns as I soak in their words. There are so many things I want to say, but the only thing I can mutter is, “Thanks.” It’s no lie I’m a pussy whipped fool, so professing my all-consuming love and devotion to her would only give them more ammunition to abuse me.
A few guests stop by to congratulate me, and when I glance across the room again, Bizzy’s crowd has grown. It’s apparent Brayden is enjoying every bit of the attention from the ladies, but stays close to Bizzy, still gripping her hair.
He’s definitely like his dad.
“What the hell?” Nick growls as we watch Darren Jackson approach Bizzy.
He pulls them both into an embrace, kissing her on the temple, then looks at me and winks. Next to her side is Joe, doing the same. Once I see Perry making his way, I take off, knowing exactly what these idiots are doing. Nick laughs behind me as I make a beeline to my wife, sliding behind her and wrapping my arms around her waist. There’s a roar of laughter from the group, the loudest from the three fools intentionally riling me up.
“You three looking for new representation?”
“We were only congratulating the bride,” Joe defends, raising his hands in the air.
They continue to laugh, making Brayden giggle loudly. He punches his little fist at me over her shoulder, and I catch it, shaking it in the air.
“He’s a cute kid, Shaw. Surprised he’s yours.” Perry keeps laughing at his own attempt at a joke.
“Perry, laugh all you want, but remember, your endorsement deals run through me. I think something came across my desk last week about a male enhancement drug looking for a new face.”
His face freezes, and it’s Bizzy’s turn to giggle. Darren and Joe scoff, quieting immediately.
“You’re a tough son of a bitch.” Perry sulks.
Nick and Mathis join us, and Brayden lurches at his uncles. Mathis gets him first, giving me a perfect opportunity to take Bizzy to the dance floor.
The band starts up as I take her in my arms. “I distinctly remember you telli
ng me numerous times you don’t dance, even last year at this same resort.”
“I didn’t enjoy dancing until last year with you. It all changed.”
She blushes, laying her face against my chest. As I lead us around the dance floor, people all around the room watch us and I hold on a little tighter.
“Shaw,” she says, her voice muffled in my shirt. She raises her face to mine, and I stop moving. There’s something written in her expression. Something I saw this afternoon as she walked down the aisle toward me. It’s the glow. No, it’s more… it’s radiance—and it’s stunning.
“What, baby?”
“Thank you. Thank you for all this—” Her eyes start to shimmer.
I wait, my heart starting to race.
“Never in my life did I imagine this was possible. You’ve truly proved that wishes can come true. I’m not quite sure I can put into words exactly what you’ve given me, and thank you doesn’t seem adequate.”
“Bizzy,” I say softly.
“So many times, I didn’t think I was strong enough, but you were the one with the strength.”
“Stop, baby. Stop. It’s me who should be thanking you. After everything I’ve put you through, you found it in your heart to forgive me. It wasn’t me with strength, it was you. The minute you became Lizbeth Bennett, it finally felt real.”
Her face searches mine and a cocky smiles spreads across her lips. “I’m pretty sure it’s always felt real.” Her hand glides between us, stopping on my zipper and massaging through my pants.
My dick strains, rubbing painfully against the fabric. She winks slyly, and it’s all the encouragement I need.
“We are leaving now.” I pick her up and head to the exit.
“Stop, you barbarian! I’m not missing my wedding reception. Put me down.” She slaps on my chest.
“You can’t tease me like that and expect me to hang out with these people when I can have you under me in less than five minutes.”
“Yes, I can. The anticipation will make it so much more exciting.”
I quit walking and look down at her, my heart swelling with more love. “You know I can be persuasive when I have to be, right?”
“Yes, but I also know you’re going to let me enjoy my wedding day.” She chews on her lower lip and flutters her eyes, knowing I’ll never say no to her.
“Tonight should be interesting.” My mind races with all the ways I’m going to fuck her.
“Why is that?”
“Because once I get you alone, I’m going to show you exactly how I feel about your heartfelt speech that turned into seduction. You won’t be able to walk onto that plane tomorrow.”
Her eyes grow heated with lust. “That’s something to look forward to.”
My hands travel over her hips, up her sides, and stop when I reach the bare skin of her shoulders. The cool satin of her wedding dress is a direct contrast of the heat radiating from my body. I brush her hair to the side, giving me full access to her neck.
“Have I told you how breathtaking you look today?” I whisper against her ear.
“You may have mentioned it,” she replies sweetly.
“My problem is where to start. From the moment I saw you today, I’ve wanted to be inside you while you’re wearing this dress, knowing I’ve never seen anything as beautiful.”
My tongue sweeps along her neck, creating a path between her jaw and collarbone. I nibble lightly, feeling her breath hitch. “But now, I think I’ve changed my mind.”
I slide my hand around and lower the zipper slowly, while continuing to kiss her skin lazily. When I’ve gone as far as I can, I step back and watch the dress fall in a pool at her feet.
I swallow hard as my heart starts to hammer in my chest. It’s like I’m seeing her for the first time as she stands before me in nothing but white lace. The lingerie is skimpy, revealing everything underneath, and my dick starts to throb against my zipper.
I rake my eyes up and down her body, licking my lips in appreciation, and wondering where to start.
“Surprise.” She steps over the pile and right back into my arms.
“Exquisite.”
She raises up on her toes, kissing me slowly. She tastes like champagne and chocolate, and I inhale her, not able to get enough. Her hands move to my shoulders, pushing my jacket to the ground, and she starts undoing the buttons on my shirt, never taking her mouth from mine. Expertly, she unclasps my cufflinks and then my shirt is gone, joining the growing pile of clothes on the floor. My hands slide down the silky smooth skin of her back, until I reach her waist and the thin strip of lace holding her panties up.
When I touch the bare skin of her ass and know what she’s been hiding from me under her dress, I growl against her tongue. My fingers glide directly to the front of the lace and start playing with her clit.
She whimpers, breaking away and moving her hands to my pants, going straight for my zipper. The second her hand grasps my dick, I let out a hungry growl. Like every time we touch, she’s unraveling me.
I remove my hand and make quick work of kicking off my shoes and socks before stripping out of my pants. When I look up, Bizzy’s eyeing me appreciatively with a seductive grin on her lips.
She slowly bends down and reaches for the straps on her shoes, but I move quicker, picking her up and stalking to the bed.
“The shoes stay, for now.”
Once I lay her down, I take one more glance before I start to kiss down her chest, pausing only to pull the bra to the side to expose her nipples, both tight and begging for attention. I circle my tongue around one, then the other, as she arches into me.
My teeth graze her breastbone and easily snap open the clasp of her bra, which falls to the sides. She gives a little purr, her calves rubbing up my thighs and the heels of her shoes scraping lightly. The plan was to go slow, savor every inch of her, and reconfirm my undying commitment as I made love to her for our first time as man and wife. But a sense of desperation begins to build, and my control disappears.
My lips trail all the way down her body, leaving kisses everywhere until I reach her ankle and slowly remove her shoe, then repeat the process on the other foot. At last, the only thing between us is the flimsy lace g-string, which is visibly soaking wet.
My dick lurches, blood rushing to it painfully, and all control snaps. I’ll do slow and sweet later, but now, I need to taste her, touch her, and hear her scream. I reach up and tear the sides of the lace, ripping it from her body and tossing over my shoulder.
There’s a roaring in my ears when I see that she’s completely bare. Her sweet pussy looks like creamy silk. She’s smooth everywhere.
“Surprise,” she repeats again, in a husky, throaty voice, spreading her knees across the bed.
I can’t form the words, but I’m pretty sure my heart and my dick can’t take another surprise tonight. My mouth waters as I kiss back up her thighs and finally swipe my tongue along her lips. The first taste of her sets off a primal need, one that will only be satisfied when she shouts my name.
I nuzzle my beard around the sensitive area then bury my tongue inside her as far as possible. Her hands go to my head as I swirl, lick, and suck. She starts to whimper and rumble, signaling she is close. My balls tighten to the point of pain at the sound, but I can’t stop. She clutches at my scalp, and squeezes her thighs. I flick my tongue against her clit, and she bucks hard, calling my name as she flies apart, her legs falling to the side.
I don’t wait for her to come down, moving up fast and aligning my throbbing dick at her entrance. It takes every ounce of willpower not to slam into her the instant I see her underneath me. Her dark hair is tousled wildly on the bed, her body is trembling, and her eyes are boring into mine. If possible, I become even more obsessed with my wife as she stares at me with so much love and longing.
Slowly, I sink into her, feeling every inch of her accept me. My teeth grind together when she lets out a moan, closing her eyes and ar
ching her hips and back. I brace my shaky arms on each side of her shoulders and lower my mouth to hers, kissing her at the same rhythm I move inside.
Her hand moves to my back as she starts to thrust against me, meeting me with every stroke. It doesn’t take long before I have to lift away for air. My movements speed as I rock into her. Electric sensations shoot up and down my spine, and I can’t hold back anymore.
“Bizzy—”
“I’m with you.” Her fingertips dig into my shoulder blades as she lifts up, clenching her around my dick.
We both let out a cry as I surge once more and explode, coming so hard, my vision blurs.
My arms give out and I fall to my elbows, framing her face in my hands. We both fight to regain our breaths our hearts beating together.
I was wrong earlier. I’m not only obsessed, I’m possessed by this woman.
She blinks a few times, her eyes clearing as they land on mine.
“I think I married well, Mr. Bennett.” A sexy smile forms on her lips, as her hands slide up and down my back.
Just like that, my dick jerks, still inside her, and I’m ready to go again.
“We have a lifetime to prove that.” I lean in and smooth my lips over hers.
Then I start moving again, this time determined to go slow. This is going to be a night she’ll never forget.
Epilogue
Bizzy
One Month Later
The waves beat against the sand, a warm breeze filling the living room from the open balcony. I pour two mugs of coffee and walk back to the bedroom, where Shaw is grumbling. I stop in the doorway to appreciate the view. He’s propped on a pillow, one arm cocked behind his head, the other holding the phone to his ear. The thin sheet barely covers his waist, where he’s completely naked underneath. I lick my lips, staring at his tan torso, until his throat clears.
He rolls his eyes at me, as I practically skip back to him, setting our cups on the nightstand and crawling into his side.
“I don’t give a flying fuck what she wants. Tell her to get her own nanny.”
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