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by T L Swan


  “I love you,” I whisper.

  “I love you too, darling. This has been one of the happiest days of my life.”

  “Mine, too.” I kiss her softly on the cheek. “Thank you for everything, Mum Your support means so much to both of us.”

  She pulls out of my embrace and wraps her arms around both Joshua and I. “I just want you kids happy.”

  “Thank you. We are.” Joshua smiles, his eyes lingering lovingly on my face as he puts a protective arm around my shoulders. His attention then flickers around to the guards and he signals to Peter who comes over immediately. “Can you walk Victoria back to her room and watch over her, please?”

  “Of course.”

  Mum shakes her head dismissively. “Joshua, I’m fine.”

  He raises his eyebrows. “I know, but you will be guarded and safe as well as fine.”

  Mums eyes fall to mine and she rolls them playfully.

  Bridget walks over and puts her arm around Joshua, kissing his shoulder before taking my hand in hers. “I think I was the best bridesmaid today.”

  I smile, and Joshua shakes his head and smirks.

  She holds her hands up in an I’ve had too much champagne gesture. “Tell me? When we were walking down the stairs, who looked the daintiest? It was totally me, wasn’t it?”

  I laugh out loud. Oh, God, where does she come up with this shit?

  “Murph was actually, if you must know,” Joshua replies dryly.

  “Oh, phooey,” she calls loudly. Oh, she is really drunk. Joshua, Mum and me all look at one another and smirk.

  Joshua catches Ben’s eye and calls him over.

  “Didge, do you want to go home?” Joshua asks.

  Bridget puts her hands on her hips. “No!” she snaps, annoyed. “I’m going out clubbing. I deserve a night out after all the…” She hesitates and waves her hand over between Joshua and I. “Stuff,” she blurts out.

  Her eyes find Abbie, who is slow dancing with Nicholas. “We are all going out, aren’t we Adrian?” she slurs.

  Adrian winces. “I’m tired, Didge, I’m turning in. Nick, Abbs and Cam will go out with you.”

  My heart drops. Oh no. It really is over with Nick and Adrian, I thought they would work it out.

  I smile at Ben who is now standing beside us. “Ben will come with you,” I reply.

  Bridget’s face instantly falls and she goes to say something to him, but then wisely holds her tongue.

  He narrows his eyes at her in disdain as if knowing what she was going to say. I frown at their interaction, and my eyes meet Mum’s, she shrugs slightly. Hmm, what’s going on with these two? Are they still seeing each other? I just assumed they were still together… maybe not.

  Joshua’s hand slides discretely to my behind and he pulls me slightly into his body where I feel his waiting erection.

  My husband wants to consummate his marriage.

  “I’m taking my husband home.” I smile as I pick up Joshua’s hand and kiss the back of it.

  His eyes hold mine in the best damn come fuck me look I have ever seen, and I feel a rush of adrenaline hit me hard.

  He leads me by the hand as we kiss everyone goodnight and then he is dragging me up the stairs in double time. The guards wait wisely at the bottom of the steps to give us some much needed privacy.

  We get to the top step and, once out of everyone’s view, Joshua picks me up like a bride causing me to squeal in delight. He marches toward our bedroom like a man on a mission.

  “What’s the rush?” I whisper onto his lips as I sweep my tongue seductively through his lips.

  “I need you naked and underneath me.” He growls. “Now.”

  I inhale deeply and realise Bridget is right – it is true – I can smell his testosterone and it does smell awesome. He’s so fucking hot… and he’s so fucking mine.

  “How are you going to have me, my husband?” I ask a little too sweetly

  He smiles deviously. “Any way I want to.”

  I giggle into his chest as we enter the suite, and I hold my hand in the air to celebrate being carried over the threshold.

  “Is that why you married me? To have my body at your beck and call?”

  He bites my neck hard. “Fuck, yeah.” He growls and I laugh out loud again. He marches through the bedroom door.

  “You won’t be laughing in a minute when I shut you up,” he whispers darkly, throwing me onto the bed, where I bounce and laugh again. He flicks on the pendant lamps placed on either side of the bed and switches the main lights off. Darkness surrounds us and instantly the mood changes from one of fun to one of sinful pleasure. Dear, God, I have missed him so much. I could never live without this, without him. I lie back and watch him take his suit jacket off in slow motion, then his shirt. I know your wedding night is supposed to be sweet and romantic, but I don’t want a bar of that. I want my wedding night to be downright dirty and memorable. As if sensing this, Joshua’s sexy eyes hold mine and my heart catches in my throat. He’s so beautiful. How did I ever get so lucky?

  He kicks off his shoes and socks, then wrestles around with his pants.

  I watch him for a moment. “What are you doing there?” I frown.

  “Fucking Murph!” he snaps as he looks down at his zipper.

  “Huh?”

  “The dumb prick sewed me into my pants.” He wrestles around again with his pants.

  My face lights up. “What?” I giggle. This is priceless.

  He shakes his head and I burst out laughing. I hear a rip as he finally tears open Adrian’s makeshift sewing. With a shake of his frustrated head, he slowly pushes down his black suit pants, and I am blessed with the sight of the hottest black briefs in the history of the world. I can see every muscle on his chiseled body and the hairs on the back of my neck stand at attention.

  “Joshua,” I whisper, overwhelmed at what his beautiful body and this night mean to me. I crawl over to him as he stands at the side of the bed. His hand gently strokes my hair as he pulls me towards him.

  “I need my wife’s lips around my cock,” he whispers.

  I can hardly breathe through excitement but I nod anyway, knowing I desperately need that, too. Using both hands, I slide his briefs down his legs and lick up the length of his thick shaft. I get an idea and my eyes flicker up to his. I need to erase the memories of those sex tapes I watched in that house and I think I know just how to do it.

  “Get your phone,” I whisper around his cock.

  He frowns in question as he looks down at me.

  “I want you to film us.”

  His eyes darken.

  “I want you to watch me suck your dick in my wedding dress.”

  He rips my hair in his hands as if losing control.

  “I want to watch this again and again and I want you to fuck me so damn hard tonight that I might break.”

  He rips away from me and kisses me aggressively. “There’s my beautiful slut,” he whispers into my lips. “I’ve missed my girl.” He cups my face in his hands as he looks at me tenderly

  Emotion steals my ability to speak. Oh, god. I love him. I love him so much.

  “Get the camera,” I whisper with renewed excitement.

  He raises an eyebrow and then smirks as he pulls away from me. He grabs his video camera from the wardrobe, puts it on the sideboard and turns it on. The red light tells me it’s running. I pull him toward me and start to slowly fist him as I scatter kisses all over his hipbones.

  Joshua stands silently, holding his breath. He cracks his neck hard and I smile. That damn neck crack gets me. Every. Single. Time. There isn’t a more orgasmic thing on Earth than when he does that. Joshua’s hands cup the back of my head tenderly. His mouth hangs slack as his dark eyes hold mine. I pull out and slowly lick up his length and around his tip.

  “I love you,” I whisper.

  He clenches his jaw as his arousal amps up to another level. He stands and pulls me up by the hand, kissing me deeply as he holds my jaw where he wants my mout
h. Josh’s lips drop to my neck and he bites me gently as he drops to his knees and slowly licks his lips as his mouth kisses my sex through my dress.

  “Mrs. Stanton,” he breathes onto my stomach and I smile like an idiot. Slowly standing, he turns me away from him and slides down the zipper at the back of my dress. Gentle lips dust my skin and my head falls to the side. My dress drops to the floor and I hear him inhale deeply. Since I got back, it feels so new, yet so familiar. I will never get enough of this.

  I’m wearing a white G-string and corset and I silently thank the Lord I got that little bit of sun this morning.

  “Lay down, my beautiful girl,” he commands quietly.

  I lie down and he dips to go lower, but I pull him back up to my face.

  “No, Josh.”

  He frowns.

  “I need to warm you up, Presh.”

  I subtly shake my head. “No warming up tonight,” I breathe.

  “I will hurt you.”

  “That’s exactly what I want.”

  He hesitates.

  “I want you to hurt me like it’s the first time. I want to feel the burn of your possession. I want to be taken on my wedding night. I need my husband to own me.”

  Joshua’s eyes flash with dangerously high arousal, and he gives me that look that he gives, the one where he goes past his physical limits and I know I am about to fucking cop it.

  The tension is palpable and he cracks his neck hard.

  “This is why I married you,” he whispers darkly.

  Feeling very proud of myself, I bite my bottom lip to contain my smile.

  “You know what I need more than I do,” he whispers before he lays me down on the bed and lifts my hands over my head, holding them in his. He kisses me deeply as he starts to rub his rock hard cock back and forth through my dripping wet flesh.

  My head falls back in pleasure. He feels so good. So hard.

  I try to close my legs to try and get some traction.

  “Open.” He growls and bites his teeth into my neck. His fingers go to my sex and he pulls my lips apart, positioning his cock. I hold my breath. And he pushes in, my eyes close, waiting as he withdraws slowly and thrusts hard again.

  Ah, the burn. I have to try and stop myself from wincing.

  My legs try to close by themselves. “Open.” He growls harder.

  This hurts but holy fuck it feels good.

  “Can you feel that, Presh?” he whispers darkly.

  I wince as he goes deeper with each stroke.

  “I own this beautiful cunt. Mine and only mine,” he purrs as he starts to pick up his pace.

  His jaw hangs slack and he rises, widening his legs to give himself more power and traction. I can see every muscle on his chest and shoulders, a sheen of perspiration covers his beautiful body. He pushes my legs back to the bed and places his hands on the mattress above my shoulders to hold me still. He slams into me and I cry out in pain.

  He groans deeply and his eyes roll back. “I can feel every muscle inside of you. You feel so fucking good, Natasha.”

  That’s it, I can’t take it anymore. I lift my legs and wrap them around his back. “Harder,” I whisper. “I need it harder.”

  His hand slides underneath my behind, and he starts to lift me to meet his pumping cock as the bed hits the wall with force.

  Dear… Fucking… God. My body starts to shudder as I try to hold it off. I close my eyes to try block out the visual of this muscular beast above me – pumping me with everything that he’s got, taking what he needs from my body – but I can’t. My body lurches forward as an orgasm the size of a freight train rips though my body, and Joshua growls as he, too, comes in a rush.

  We lay panting, gasping for breath and Joshua smiles into my lips as he kisses me tenderly.

  “I love you,” he whispers.

  Emotion fills me. “I love you, too, baby.”

  Joshua looks to the camera on the side table and winks deviously. “My wife is one hot fuck.”

  The sun is shining, as I lay on the deck chair, content in a post orgasmic glow. It’s about two in the afternoon and Joshua and I have been married for three blissful days. Today is the first day we have had our families around. Up until now we have been alone and have gone from our bed, to the shower, to the pool and not much farther.

  We needed some alone time and I have been fucked every which way and eaten every beautiful kind of food on the planet.

  This is happiness. Deep sated happiness.

  Joshua is still on edge. He watches me wherever I go, scared to take his eyes off of me in case I disappear again.

  We have issues to deal with, both of us. I’m pushing them to the back of my mind for the moment. I can’t deal with them yet. I’m not sure I even want to. How do you deal with the shit that we have been through? The police interviews were extensive and thankfully I have been cleared of any wrong doing. My main mission at the moment is to make Joshua at ease and get some weight back on him. I think he’s lost about ten kilos since I disappeared.

  I stand at the kitchen bench and dial Jeston’s number; I need to talk to him. Joshua is running on the treadmill and I have some time to myself. The last time we spoke, he was telling me that he thought he loved me and I was being rude. So much has happened since then and I know he put aside his hate for Joshua to try and help find me. I am so grateful and I owe him a huge thank you.

  “Tash” He answers on the first ring, he sounds relieved.

  Oh, it’s good to hear his voice. “Jes.” I smile.

  “Are you ok?” he breathes.

  “I am.”

  “Fuck, I thought you were dead.”

  “Thankfully not.” I half laugh.

  “Tash, it’s so good to hear from you.”

  “Thank you so much for helping everyone try to find me.”

  “I’m just so glad you are ok.”

  The line falls silent and I know I have to tell him.

  “I got married Jes. Three days ago in Thailand,” I whisper as I close my eyes.

  He doesn’t answer.

  “Jes?” I ask. Is he still on the line?

  “What do you want me to say?” he breathes.

  My heart drops, I do really care for this man. “Congratulations?” I ask hopefully.

  “Congratulations,” he replies dryly.

  “I love him, Jes. He makes me so happy.”

  He hesitates. “He’s a lucky man.”

  I smile as my eyes tear up. “Can we be friends? Please?”

  “Of course.”

  I feel uncomfortable, I know I shouldn’t, but I feel guilty for talking to him when I know he has feelings for me. I should get off the line.

  “I will see you next time I come to Australia?” I ask.

  “Yeah, sure,” he replies sadly, and I know I have hurt his feelings with my dismissal.

  I close my eyes and stay silent.

  “Bye, Tash. It’s good to hear from you.”

  “Bye, Jes,” I whisper through unshed tears.

  We both stay on the line, neither one of us wanting to hang up.

  I want to tell him I miss him, but I stop myself, this isn’t helping either of us. I reluctantly end the call.

  That was a lot harder than it should have been and I know in my heart that the girl who finally tames Jesten Miller is going to be a very lucky girl.

  It’s late in the afternoon and Joshua is swimming in the pool with Didge while I am sitting between Nicholas and Margaret. Everyone else is gathered around the barbeque at the back of the pool area, watching the chef cook an amazing seafood meal, they are laughing and joking. This is a happy time and we are all so grateful that things turned out the way that they did. Just a week ago I was presumed dead and Joshua was in prison for my murder.

  “Do you want another drink?” Margaret asks both Nick and I.

  “Yes, please,” we both reply, and she stands, disappearing to the bar.

  My eyes glance to Nicholas as he watches Adrian. I need to hold
my tongue. I desperately want to ask him what’s going on between them but I will have to wait to get Adrian on his own. I don’t have that type of relationship with Nicholas and it would be rude of me to ask him. I know Nicholas still cares deeply, I can tell by the way he watches Adrian. It’s sad if they don’t work it out. I guess sometimes love really isn’t enough. My eyes wander to Bridget and Joshua in the pool. They’re laughing as they talk about something, and Bridget is dancing around mimicking something. The bond between them is strong, I can tell they relied heavily on each other when I was gone. I am grateful that they had each other. We’re going out tomorrow night and I am looking forward to catching up and relaxing. It’s been a too long since I spent time with my friends. Margaret’s phone beeps to signal a text and I pick it up off the table in an attempt to give it to her, accidentally reading the message as it flashes up.

  It’s from Deidre.

  I’ve told her everything.

  I frown. I’ve told her everything – what the hell is that supposed to mean? Who is Deidre? That’s random, and my eyes rise up to Nicholas as he watches me intently. Shit. Busted spying, I change the subject. “Have you spent any time with Margaret over the last month?” I ask nervously.

  He smirks as if he has been expecting this question. “Yes.”

  I raise my eyebrows in question. “And?”

  He bites his bottom lip as his eyes flick back over to his beloved Adrian. “She seems to be doing well.”

  I fake a smile. “Great,” I lie.

  Hmm, that’s code for… I don’t know what? Is something going on with her that I don’t know about?

  What does I’ve told her everything mean? Who is ‘her’ and who is Deidre? What’s to tell?

  Margaret walks back over to the two of us followed by a man with a tray of two frozen Margaritas and a green drink of some kind. “Thank you.” I smile as I take mine.

  Joshua gets out of the pool and his eyes meet mine and he smiles softly. I can feel myself melt into his gaze, so I blow him a kiss. He holds his arm out for me and I stand to make my way over to him where he kisses me gently on the forehead and wraps his arms around me.

  “You ok?” he whispers.

  I nod and smile. “I am now.”

 

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