Light in Mourning m-2

by Adriane Leigh

  My eyes narrowed in confusion. “What do you mean?” I swiped tears from her cheeks with my thumb.

  “I found the book in my bag, months later, and it all came back. Every moment we had. And Tristan and Iseult, how they'd denied each other and it ruined them. I knew I couldn't do it anymore. I'd been living in a daze before then, but seeing that book brought it all back, brought you back, and I knew I couldn’t stay away anymore. I left the same day.” Her dark chocolate eyes held my own.

  I sucked in a quick breath and pulled her into my arms. Caressing her soft hair, murmuring in her ear how much I loved her.

  “God, okay, enough.” She giggled as she swiped at the tears in her eyes. “I don't have anything for you,” she said softly.

  “This,” I yanked her hips flush with mine, my erection pressed between us, “is more than enough.” I nipped the flesh beneath her ear.

  “Well . . .” She pulled away. Her thumbs dusted across her hips as she slowly moved her panties back and forth. Her thumbs hooked into the delicate lace as she eased them an inch down, another inch. So fucking low before she stopped and turned, her lip sucked between her teeth. She was giving me a strip tease. Her tits were full, her nipples hard, and she was teasing me with that little scrap of panties. There was no way I could find the patience for this after waiting all day.

  “Baby,” I murmured as my eyes watched her thumbs playing with the lace at her hips. I growled before I lunged at her, dropping to my knees and tearing the lace off her body. I heard it tear, heard her giggle, but could think of nothing else but her intoxicating scent filling my nostrils. I brushed my nose in her pussy and lapped at her swollen folds. I licked and teased her clit. She clenched her fingers in my hair and tugged, pulling my face to her wet core, begging for more, as I tasted her. Devoured her. I was ravenous for her. I was a man on a mission and my mission was to have her come all over my face, repeatedly. Tonight.

  “Tristan. Oh God, Tristan,” she moaned as I felt her hips gyrating against my face. I wrapped my lips around her swollen clit and sucked and swirled my tongue, pulled it into my mouth, and sucked again. I scraped my teeth along her aching flesh before I thrust two fingers into her hot, wet pussy and pulled at her. She exploded around me, drenching my hand, her scent overpowering me. I sucked and felt her flesh throbbing around my fingers, milking me, her core hot and wet and quivering.

  “So fucking beautiful when you come all over my face,” I murmured before pushing her back on the bed and spreading her legs for me. I pushed my fingers through her swollen flesh and lapped at her, taking everything she had to give until she was clean. She writhed and moaned, her fingers kneading her breasts, her head thrust back in the most elegant way. I loosened my tie and threw it on the floor, shrugged my shirt over my shoulders, and paused to take her in. Her beautiful body lay out before me, curvy and soft and all mine. My hands ran up her torso and I plucked at her nipples, then wrapping around her neck, thumbs at her collarbone as she panted with pleasure.

  “I want to see this face every day.”

  “What face?” she breathed as her eyes finally rolled open

  “The face that says I’ve given you so much pleasure you’ve lost yourself.”

  “Oh,” she murmured as she sucked her lip between her teeth.

  “Don’t hurt those beautiful lips either.” I traced my tongue along the seam and they opened for me. I kissed her, devoured her, gave her the taste of herself on my tongue. She wrapped her arms around my neck, threaded her fingers in my hair, and held my body to her own. I felt so connected to her. A year ago, it would have scared me to feel that much for anyone.

  But she wasn’t just anyone.

  She was my Georgia.

  My girl, forever.

  And despite anything we were going through, she’d given me that. My mind was at peace. I wasn’t afraid she would leave me. The caveman in me sighed in relief. I had a ring on her finger, and she was in my bed. I knew I was the only one that could make her come undone like that. She was mine and she wasn’t running.

  “I want you inside me,” she murmured as she locked her legs around my waist. I grinned against her lips as I fumbled with the button on my pants. She shoved them down my hips and my aching cock sprang free. I teased her wet folds, ran up the seam of her lips, and ground my pelvis into her clit. She gasped and then a low moan escaped her throat.

  “Fuck, you drive me insane. Every moan, every look. I can’t get enough,” I murmured before thrusting deep into her. Her body lifted off the bed as she took me in, begging for the connection we always felt when we were together. “Jesus, you’re so wet,” I muttered against her lips.

  “Tell me,” she murmured. I huffed a breath against her flesh, sucking on her sweet skin, tugging it between my teeth.

  “I feel you throbbing around my cock. Sucking me in, begging me to take you. Your lips wrapping around my shaft. Your heels digging into my ass.” This was her favorite, when I described every single sensation I was feeling.

  “Faster, harder, please.”

  “No, baby. Nice and slow. I want to feel everything,” I murmured as I dragged my cock in and out of her tight pussy. Drag and thrust, plunge and pull. Her breath picked up as I sucked an erect nipple into my mouth, her body arching off the bed, her heels pushing my hips into her throbbing core, pulling me deeper.

  “Every smooth ridge, I can feel the end of you. Feel your pulse quickening around my dick. Your clit swelling against my pelvis when I grind into you,” I whispered before shaking overtook her body, clenching my cock, her legs quivering, nails digging into my back as her release shot through her.

  “I’ve waited, so long . . .” she murmured between pants.

  “For what, baby?” Speech was difficult as I thrust in and out of her, hit the end, and swirled my hips, causing her to moan repeatedly. She was losing herself. Losing herself in the pleasure. I could see it in her eyes—the way her neck arched, the way her nails clawed at my back, my arms. She was ravenously seeking me.

  “For you. I’ve been waiting so long for you,” she murmured as I took her. My heart beat tenfold as my eyes widened at her words. I searched her beautiful face, held taut with ecstasy, her full lips red and swollen from my kisses. She pulled one elegant arm up behind her and held onto the bedpost.

  There she was, taking my fucking breath away. The way she gave herself over to me. By giving me everything she had, she owned me. I’d told her that before, and I’d meant it, but today, giving me her future without question, our future was solidified. Everything snapped into focus.

  Life with her.

  Our kids.

  Our grandkids.

  She and I.

  Coffee on the porch as the waves roared.

  Watching the winter roll in on the beach.

  Sailing in the summer.

  My world shifted and now she was my axis.

  I revolved around her.

  I would do anything for her.

  “You’re my fucking heart, Georgia. My entire world. I was born to love you,” I professed between thrusts as she began to clench around me again, the nails of one hand digging into my bicep, the pain radiating through my body, landing at my balls, before they drew up tight and I released into her. She came undone beneath me, screaming my name as the walls of her pussy throbbed around my already softening cock.

  “I love you so much,” she whispered as she threaded her fingers through my hair. I nuzzled at her neck, propping myself on one elbow as I relished her sated, limp, post-orgasm body. This was my favorite. Seeing her satisfied and dreamy, her eyes hooded, breathing short, limbs heavy. Knowing I had put the satisfied look on her face made me the happiest man on Earth. Knowing that she’d married me, the knowledge that I’d wake up to her each and every morning, made it that much better.

  I hunched over her sweat-drenched body and sucked one of her delicate pink nipples into my mouth. I sucked and tugged and then released it with a soft kiss. I heard her heart pounding beneath her breastbone
and placed a kiss there.

  She was my fucking everything and I was going to show her that each and every day. A day would never go by where she questioned if I still loved her, still wanted her. She deserved everything I had to give and so much more, and I’d spend the rest of my life showing her just that.

  32

  “Up and at ’em, wife,” I teased in the hollow of her throat. My warm breath spread across her skin, causing goose bumps to form. She sighed and stretched, a lazy grin spreading across her face before her eyes fluttered open, and she gazed back at me.

  “Starting with that already?” One hand cupped my jaw and her thumb swept across my stubbled cheek.

  “I like the way it sounds.” I shrugged sheepishly.

  “Me too,” she said, all teasing gone from her voice. I dipped my head and placed a soft kiss on her lips, relishing the feel of them beneath mine.

  “I need to take you on a honeymoon.” I tugged her bottom lip between my teeth and pulled. Her eyes shut with desire as she wrapped both her legs around my naked hips, the sheets tangled between our bodies.

  “Honeymoon?” she murmured as she nibbled on my earlobe.

  “We’re going for a sail.”

  “Won’t it be cold?” She wrapped her locked ankles around my waist and pulled me tighter against her body. My dick pressed between us, throbbing with need for her as her hips ground circles against mine.

  “Forecast looks great the next few days. I’ll take you somewhere warm and tropical as soon as we can swing it, but I want to run away with you right now.”

  “What about everyone else?” Her brow furrowed as she referred to our best friends camped out in the house down the beach.

  “They’re leaving today anyway. They can lock up the house.” I captured her lips with my own again and swirled my tongue inside her mouth, convincing her with my kiss to say yes.

  “Okay,” she murmured before I proceeded to worship my wife with my lips.

  “So where we headed, Captain?” She curled up on the bench next to the captain’s chair on the boat.

  We’d gotten a little behind schedule—first our glorious lovemaking and then Drew had insisted on brunch before we all left. She’d promised they’d lock the house behind them before they left to go back to Jacksonville. Georgia had hugged her tightly, tears in her eyes. I made a vow to insist that Gavin and Drew and little Bennett come up more often and that we would visit Jacksonville whenever we could.

  “North.” I winked at her.

  She narrowed her eyes at me. “I got that much. Any particular destination in mind?”

  “Nope. We’re just sailing. We’ve only got a few days, though. I thought we’d drop anchor when we’re done for the day, sleep on the boat, then do it all over again the next day.”

  “Sounds cold and uncomfortable.” She frowned as she picked at a thread on her sweater.

  “I promise you, it will be neither of those things.” I glanced over at her, taking her in. My mind remembered the first day I’d taken her on the boat over a year ago. The day that I’d let her steer and she’d fallen into me. She’d taken me by surprise, and I'd been willing to do anything to be in her presence.

  She didn’t know it, didn’t get it—hell, I didn’t get it—but I was happy as fuck she’d let me have her.

  Chosen me.

  That’s what she’d done.

  She’d finally chosen me and I now felt at peace with us. No more worrying that she would run, that I wasn’t worthy. I’d made myself worthy of her, done everything I could to get us here. Waited for her, stopped fucking around, settled myself. Pushed her, but never too far. She was here and I was here and we’d chosen each other and it was the most comforting feeling on Earth.

  33

  We returned Wednesday afternoon. I'd dropped Georgia off at the grocery store to buy some food for dinner and ran to the post office. I grabbed the large stack of mail that’d accumulated after days away and crawled back into the Jeep. I sifted through the stack: bills, junk mail, something from Greater North Carolina Testing Services.

  My heart shuddered to a halt.

  My palms prickled and turned white as I clutched the innocent-looking white envelope in my hands. I couldn’t catch my breath.

  I shouldn’t open this here. Not without her. I didn’t want to shatter the blissful bubble we’d been in the first few days of our marriage. I didn’t know what these test results said, and I wasn’t sure what I wanted them to say, but either way, it would affect us somehow.

  I tossed the remaining mail on the console between the seats and turned the key. I drove in a semi-daze to the grocery store to get my girl. I sat in the parking lot, fingering the letter while Charlie panted obnoxiously in the back seat. I flipped it between my hands, my fingers worrying the edges. I pulled my lips between my teeth and tapped my fingers on the steering wheel. Charlie stood in the back, placed his two big paws on the console, and panted hot, heavy breaths in my face.

  “Fuck, come on, Charlie.” I ducked my head away and rolled down the window for fresh air. “Should I wait for her?” I tapped the letter against the steering wheel. Just then, the back door opened and Georgia shoved a multitude of bags into the back seat.

  “Thanks for the help. What the hell are husbands good for if they can’t carry the groceries?” she mumbled before settling herself in the front seat and locking her seatbelt.

  “Sorry.” I turned to her. Taking in her face, the chocolate waves of her hair. Her beautiful full lips curved in a pout, melted chocolate eyes watching me, the delicate eyebrows arched in surprise.

  “What? Is something on my face?” She swiped at her mouth before pulling down the mirror.

  “No,” I muttered before leaning into her. “Thank you for marrying me.” I kissed her lips chastely.

  “Oh.” Her mouth formed that adorable O and I couldn’t help but smile at her surprise and innocence.

  “I picked up the mail.” I pulled my lips between my teeth again and averted my eyes.

  ‘“Yeah?” I could feel her eyes still watching me.

  “This came.” I thrust the offending letter at her. The one that had my stomach in knots.

  She flipped it over and read the return address. “Oh.” Her face fell with understanding. “You didn’t open it yet?”

  “No, I was waiting . . . I guess . . .” I trailed off.

  “Okay. Do you want me to . . . ?” she offered.

  I shook my head feverishly. “No, let’s just have dinner first. Get settled.” I started the Jeep and pulled out of the parking lot, steering us toward home.

  “This is driving me nuts. I can’t watch you like this. It’s like pulling off a band aid—just open it.” She stood from the kitchen table an hour later, taking both of our plates to the sink. She swiped the envelope off the island and thrust it at me. I chewed on my bottom lip, ran a hand through my hair, and shuffled my feet. My heart felt like it was lodged in my fucking throat. This was the moment where I’d find out if Trevor were mine. If I had a son. If I’d had a baby with someone else, and my new wife was here watching me, supporting me, loving me, regardless of the results. It meant the entire fucking world to me that she'd married me without even knowing the results. She'd proven it didn't matter, she loved me anyway. Loved me enough to stay, regardless. That single act had proven to me I was enough in her eyes.

  “Can you do it?” I looked up at her, my eyes round as saucers, pleading with her to take some of my anguish away.

  “Yeah, baby.” She pulled herself into my lap and threaded her hands in my hair, scratching my scalp, placing a soft kiss along my neck, calming me. “No matter what it says, things are going to work out exactly as they were meant to, okay?” Her soft brown eyes held mine and I nodded. “Okay.” She pulled the envelope from the table as I tapped my fingers against her lower back nervously.

  She tugged the end open, ripping the stark white paper before sliding out the small stack of results. She looked the papers over and I watched her eyes
dance across the first few sentences. She sucked in a sharp breath and read a few more, moisture filling her eyes before she laid the papers in her lap and looked over to me.

  Her eyes bore into mine. Searching for answers, my eyes widened, waiting for what she would tell me about my future.

  If I were Trevor’s dad.

  I loved the kid; had gotten the chance to know him these last few months. I wanted to give kids to Georgia, share that with her, just us, but I also knew there was a small piece of my heart that was attached to the four-year-old boy who'd shown up on my porch this summer.

  “He’s not . . . the results are negative. You’re not his dad.” Tears trickled down her cheeks as she wrapped me in her arms. I sat frozen for a minute, my heart pounding in my chest. It ran so fucking fast, I thought it would burst out of my ribcage and gallop off.

  I wasn’t Trevor’s dad.

  Trevor wasn’t mine.

  He looked like me, had my eyes, but that was coincidence. I wrapped my arms around Georgia and, finally, a sigh escaped my lips. “I don’t know what to think.” I held onto her for dear life. If there was anyone I needed at this moment, it was her, in my arms. In my life. “I didn’t want him to be mine for you . . . but I think part of me did want him,” I murmured so softly it was a revelation to me.

  “I know. I know,” she whispered as she stroked my back.

  “I didn’t think I was ready to be a dad, but when he looked up at me . . . I want kids, Georgia.”

  “I know, honey. Buckets full,” she whispered, a smile in her voice.

  “I want kids now.” I pulled away, gazing at her.

  “Now?” Her eyebrows knit together. “You’re probably just adjusting. You thought for so long he was yours and now to find out he’s not . . .”

  “No, that’s not it. Being his dad, no matter how short, I loved it. And I want that. With you.” I held both of my hands against her flat stomach. Her eyes darted down to my hands holding her belly. I knew what she was thinking, because I was thinking it too. I was thinking about my child; our baby growing inside her. She licked her lips before her eyes found mine again.