Oceans Apart 5

by Amanda Heartley

  His eyes locked onto mine as if we were watching our lives together, all over again. The warmth and love I saw gazing back at me as I drew nearer to him was calming and I knew if I had the choice, I would do it all over again. Every moment of heartbreak and misunderstanding between us had all been worth it, just to be able to stand here next to him today.

  When I reached the altar, I’d almost forgotten about Dad and how he’d walked me down the aisle. It didn’t matter, though. Tristan took my hand in his and looked lovingly at me, his smile as bright as the sun, and just as I smiled back, the preacher began the ceremony.

  “Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today in the sight of God and in the face of this congregation to join together Tristan and Virginia in holy matrimony…”

  My gaze never left Tristan’s as my grip on his hand tightened.

  “…if anyone can show just cause why they may not be lawfully joined together, let them speak now—”

  “ME!” A piercing voice rang out which snapped me out of my haze. The change of atmosphere in the room was instantaneous and there were gasps as everyone turned to find the source of the disturbance. When I turned and saw Vanessa, I could feel my cheeks flush with anger.

  “This wedding shouldn’t even be happening! Tristan should be marrying me and his mum knows that!”

  I could feel Tristan tense and time seemed to stand still as his hand began to slide from mine. The calm I’d felt was swept away in an instant and replaced with righteous indignation and a need to finally show that bitch—

  “How fucking dare you!” Kari’s angry voice rang out and before I could blink, she had already kicked off her heels and was running down the aisle towards Vanessa. If it wasn’t for Mike’s quick move to block her, she might have reached her intended target. Still, Kari was nothing if not persistent and fought hard to throw off Mike’s hands. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing here, you crazy bitch?”

  Security was quick to reach Vanessa and they tried to calm her down before they began hauling her sorry ass out the door. The guests were whispering amongst themselves, while they watched the spectacle unfold.

  “Murderers! Martin Armstrong is a murderer and a liar and so is his wife! He promised me!” The sounds of her yelling and screeching were deafening, even after she’d been removed from the room and I felt my body start to tremble.

  “Don’t.”

  With one word, Tristan stopped what would have been a downward spiral. The hands that had been gripping mine now lifted the veil from my face and cupped my cheeks.

  “Don’t let her ruin this, Gin. I don’t care what she says. I don’t care what anyone says about you or me or us. Bloody hell, I’ll kick everyone out of this place and marry you with only the priest as a witness, if that’s what you want.”

  “Tristan…”

  “I love you. I will always love you and I plan to spend the rest of my life proving that to you.” His words were like a balm to my nerves and I smiled as his lips met mine.

  “Um, sir. We’re not quite at that part yet…” I heard the priest whisper, but it all fell on deaf ears as I was filled with nothing but the taste and feel of the man I loved.

  Chapter 13 — Tristan

  I was still in shock from everything that had happened over the past few hours. Well, not everything. I felt bloody fantastic at finally being able to call Ginny my wife outside of my own head. That had been a bastard of a secret to keep and I was so glad that I didn’t have to do it any longer.

  No, I was shocked by the bloody shouting scene Vanessa had made at my wedding. Who the fuck even let her in to begin with? And what the hell was she going on about…?

  “This wedding shouldn’t even be happening! Tristan should be marrying me and his mum knows that!”

  “Murderers! Martin Armstrong is a murderer and a liar and so is his wife! He promised me!” What the fuck was all that about?

  The sight of my mum crying had snapped me from my stupor just in time to see Kari hurtling herself towards Vanessa’s screeching frame. If it wasn’t for Mike’s quick reflexes, she just might have reached her intended target, though in retrospect, I’m not entirely sure whether or not that would’ve been a bad thing. It definitely would’ve made for some interesting wedding photos.

  Still, when I saw Ginny breaking down and close to tears with all of the drama, it broke my heart. That wasn’t a picture I’d soon forget. My emotions switched from rage to desperation and the need to protect Ginny at all costs. I never wanted her to hurt again because of me.

  “Why the long face, mate?” Mike slapped a hand down on my shoulder, jarring me from my thoughts. I took a sip of my wine to give me time to think of a suitable answer. “Oh, come on, you wanker. Everything worked out in the end, didn’t it? You finally married the woman of your dreams, Vanessa got thrown out on her pretty little ass and we almost got to see some hot girl on girl wrestling action.” He waggled his eyebrows and I couldn’t help laughing at the stupid prat.

  “But seriously, T. You’re looking far too serious and gloomy for your wedding day. Smile, dance, laugh, act the fool but just fucking cheer up, alright? Don’t give the bitch the satisfaction, even after she’s gone, yeah?”

  I nodded. Mike was right. I should’ve been smiling and laughing, enjoying time with my guests and my beautiful wife, and yet I was still brooding and moping about. It wasn’t like me, but it was Vanessa’s parting shot that left me feeling so uneasy.

  “Murderers! Martin Armstrong is a murderer and a liar and so is his wife! He promised me!” What did Vanessa mean by that? What was it she knew that I didn’t? If I didn’t find out, I’d never be able to let it rest. I had to know.

  “You’re right, mate, I know you are. It’s just…” I trailed off.

  Mike sighed. “I know, my friend, I know. The whole murder thing kind of threw me too. I don’t know what that has to do with anything, but you won’t get closure by guessing what may or may not have happened. Just go ask your mum and get it over with, then you’ll know, but today isn’t the right time, if you ask me. It’s your fucking wedding day, for Christ’s sake, and you have a beautiful wife waiting to dance with you. ”

  “Right. I know what you’re saying, but you know me. I need to get this squared away. I won’t let it spoil the day, I promise.”

  “Yeah, you are one stubborn fuck, aren’t you,” he smiled. “Alright, but when you come back, promise me you’ll salsa or limbo or whatever it is that will bring a smile back to your butt ugly face, okay?” He gave me a final pat on the shoulder then turned to talk to other guests. I saw Ginny across the room and gave her a reassuring smile when she looked my way. I knew she was worried, but I felt a lot better when she beamed back at me. It made me all warm inside.

  “Tristan darling,” I turned at the sound of mum’s voice.

  “Oh, Mum, I was just coming to look for you. I needed to ask you about—”

  Mum sighed deeply, cutting me off. “I know what you want to ask about Tristan, and believe me, I know you deserve some answers however, now is just not the time to bring up demons from the past.”

  I knew she was right. Even now, I was aware of the looks we were getting from people. They’d all heard Vanessa’s venomous accusations and I’m sure they were wondering if there was any truth to what she proclaimed. Hell, I’d lived with the man for most of my life, and I was curious as to whether there was any truth in it.

  “Especially when there is still the little matter of whether or not you got the prenuptial agreement signed,” she continued. I’d put that to the back of my mind but I couldn’t help showing the annoyance that was surely plastered on my face.

  “Mum—“

  “I know you don’t see why you need it—“

  “I spoke to Ginny, we discussed it and it’s all taken care of. We’re in complete agreement about finances and the future of Armstrong is safe so there’s no need to worry about it anymore,” I answered confidently. I let nothing show and technically, I didn’t lie.
It was the great British half-truth, but there was no need for Mum to know that I had torn it up in little pieces in my room. As far as I was concerned, what was mine was hers and vice versa. I refused to start off our relationship preparing for the ‘what if’s’ of separating.

  Thankfully, my answer reassured her. She rested her hands on my shoulders and gazed into my eyes with a watery expression.

  “I am so proud of you, son.”

  Her words set a part of me free and I found myself embracing her in a way I hadn’t since I was a young boy. Despite whatever she thought of my decisions, and regardless of the family secret, whatever it may be, I knew without a doubt that my mum would always be there for me. No matter what.

  The rest of the night passed in a blur of wine and celebrations. I found myself more often than not, wrapped in the loving embrace of my wife or dancing with friends and family who’d traveled from all over the country to be there.

  “Oh my God! Kari, I thought you were going to beat Vanessa’s arse to a pulp!” Mike slurred. He laughed out loud, and refilled his glass with wine. The four of us, Ginny, Kari, Mike and I, had finally commandeered an empty table to relax at after spending, what had to have been, hours on the dance floor. It was getting late and many of the guests had wished us well and said their goodbyes.

  “Haha! Pulpy arse!! That’s exactly what I’d planned on doing until you stepped in and stopped me Mr. Diplomacy!” Kari slapped a hand against Mike’s chest, “I swear, the nerve of that skinny ass bitch interrupting the wedding like that. She’s a real piece of work!”

  Mike threw up his hands in mock surrender, “Oi, hang on, missus. I just didn’t want you to get deported for taking out the trash! You’ve only been in the UK for five minutes.”

  “Well, I’d have paid well to see Vanessa finally put in her place,” I replied, taking a sip of wine amidst all the laughter.

  “You and me both, mate.”

  Ginny was giggling, her hair hanging loosely around her shoulders. “How did she even get in? I don’t remember seeing her name on the guest list?” she asked. Her voice only betrayed a slight slur. I set my drink down. I’d had enough of the spirits, and I wanted a clear head to enjoy the rest of what promised to be a magical evening.

  “Who knows? That chick is batshit crazy for coming in and spouting her bullshit. Good riddance to bad rubbish!” Kari held up her glass before taking a big gulp.

  “Aye aye!” Mike clinked his glass with hers. Ginny and I traded looks as we watched the two of them dissolve into laughter, their shoulders leaning against one another.

  “I think it is time for us to shut this party down so I can get my beautiful wife in bed.”

  “Oi, you dirty bastard! We don’t want to hear about your carnal intentions. You’ll ruin my buzz with all that talk,” Mike waved us off. I laughed before clapping him on the shoulder and giving Kari a hug.

  It wasn’t the first time I’d led Ginny to bed, but this one felt more significant somehow. I don’t know what possessed me, but I spun around and swooped her into my arms.

  “Oh my God, Tristan!” Ginny giggled, her arms wrapped tightly around my neck. I grinned the grin of a man on his wedding night as I navigated the halls to our room and stepped over the threshold with her. I looked into her eyes and something in the air changed; it became charged with a new type of tension.

  I let Ginny’s legs slide down until her bare feet touched the floor, my eyes never leaving hers. Her fingers buried themselves in my hair, as my hands gripped the swell of her hips tightly enough to bruise. When our lips met, it was like the first time we ever kissed.

  Passion exploded and I swore I could see fireworks behind my eyelids. I licked against the seam of her lips, darting my tongue in quickly when they opened for me. She tasted so sweet from cake and wine and her own natural essence and I growled, hungry for more of her. She gripped my hair tightly and the sensation made me groan. My cock, already half-hard, pulsed in my pants, the loose slacks doing nothing to contain my bulge.

  Ginny let out sighs that set my blood aflame; whimpers and moans that competed with the slick sounds of our meeting lips. My hands ran up her sides until they came to rest at the zipper between her shoulder blades. I eased it down, taking care not to get her hair tangled in it, until the bodice slid down her body.

  “What the hell is that?” I asked incredulously. Ginny looked stunned for a moment until the hilarity of it hit her.

  “It’s a corset for the dress,” she giggled. When she finished stepping out of it, I could see the lingerie for what it was. It framed her beautifully, pushing her breasts up and I longed to bury my face there and breathe in her scent. She had on a pair of sheer lacy panties and I could feel my mouth water with the need to taste her there.

  “Fuck, that’s fucking brilliant,” I gasped, cradling her hips with my hands and walking her backwards until her knees hit the bed. I pushed slightly, guiding her to lay on the soft surface before removing my jacket and tie and kneeling between her spread legs. I breathed in her tantalizing musk and enjoyed the faint groan of pleasure that echoed.

  “Tristan…”

  “Yeah baby,” I replied skimming my fingers against the flimsy material. I could tell she was already wet by how transparent the fabric hiding her pussy was, and I softly ran a finger up and down the material. “Mmm.” I sucked on my finger, enjoying the faint taste of her before leaning forward to breathe her in deeper.

  Her whimper was like a bolt of lightning. “Please,” she asked and her hands reached for me and pulled my face closer to where she needed me.

  “Please what baby?” I teased as I hooked a finger into the soft material and pulled it away from her body. The scent of her arousal was heady and I needed to taste every part of her before the night was through. “Do you want me to touch you, Gin? Do you want me to taste you so deeply, I become a second part of you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Yes, what?” I asked teasing her with a huff of breath. I was holding myself back, waiting for the right moment and torturing us both.

  “Yes, taste me! Please, Tristan.”

  “You beg so pretty baby,” I whispered. God, she was so gorgeous on her back, legs spread and her pretty pink folds desperate and wanting. My tongue was out of my mouth before I realized, dipping between those glistening folds and searching out more of Ginny’s sweet nectar. I groaned as her tang exploded over my tongue and gripped the top of her thighs, holding her in place. The skin of her pussy was slippery with slick and spit and oh so soft against my tongue. How was it possible that she tasted better and better each time?

  “Oh Christ, Tristan!” she groaned, as my tongue pierced her sensitive hole. If not for the grip I had on her thighs, she would have thrust up and slammed into my nose. It made my hips twitch, watching her squirm in agonizing pleasure.

  Lifting my head up, I licked her essence from my lips before whispering to her, “Shhh, baby. We don’t want people to think I’m killing you.”

  Ginny groaned. “God, but you are. Killing me with fucking pleasure, Jesus.” Her head fell back against the bed as her hips continued twitching with want. Watching her in pleasure, giving her pleasure, all of it was so much better than anything I’d ever experienced before.

  I leaned back down and resumed my feast, sucking one of her pussy lips into my mouth and nibbling it softly. I heard Ginny’s breathing speed up as she muttered soft words of ‘fuck yes’ and ‘right there’ and I was determined to push her over the edge. I slipped one hand around and slid a finger in alongside my still probing tongue. Ginny gasped, which made my cock pulse in my pants. With the other hand, I unfastened my tuxedo slacks while I continued to drive my sexy new wife crazy.

  One finger became two, then three and soon they were buried deep in the tightness of her cunt while I flicked my tongue against her clit. The sighs of pleasure she made slowly increased in intensity and she rocked her hips. My cock drooled and twitched in time with the thrusting of my fingers and I could easily have shot m
y load, just from watching her writhe and move.

  I pulled back enough to speak. “I want you to come for me, baby,” I told her as I pushed my fingers deeper until there was nothing left to give. I bent back down to draw the nub of her into my mouth and sucked lightly. “Come for me, Ginny,” I murmured, my tongue flicking her nerves.

  My words must have been enough. Her body arched off the bed and the slick walls of her pussy pulsed as more of her beautiful juices seeped out and wet the bed beneath us. Ginny’s breathing stuttered to a stop and a keening whine burst from deep in her throat.

  I sat still and waited for her to catch her breath. My fingers were still buried deep within her and I enjoyed the occasional twitch her body made deep inside. When her orgasm subsided, I leaned over on one hand until I could look deep into her eyes.

  “How do you want it baby? Do you want slow and sweet or—”

  “Hard, Tristan. I want you to give it to me hard. I want to feel your hips against me. Hard and fast, like you want to bury yourself and stay inside me,” she whispered with an intensity I’d never seen before from her and it made me shudder. “I want you to put your cock deep inside me and fuck me hard.”

  “Fuck. Bloody hell, baby, I’ve never heard you speak like that before but it’s a real turn on,” then I was between her legs so fast, burying my dick deep into her. .

  Ginny’s eager body was still slick around my hot shaft and we both gasped with pleasure as I thrust into her. Her hands left crescent shaped marks in my back as her fingers dug in to hold me against her.

  “Fuck, Tristan. You’re so big. You always fill me so damn good,” she moaned out. The praise made me burst with pride inside as I shifted forward to bury the remainder of my cock inside her body.

  She was fucking perfect. I pulled out slightly then plunged inside again in a single, hard movement that made Ginny scream my name in pleasure.

  “Fuck, you’re so tight!” I exclaimed, as her pussy clenched around me once more. Her breathing was ragged and her hips thrusted to meet me. I knew she was so close to coming again and it made me pump harder, wanting to draw out her pleasure. It was sheer willpower that I managed to hold on as Ginny tumbled head first into her climax.