by G. Bailey
"This looks amazing," Allie whispers as we pull into our drive, seeing the fairy lights lighting up the trees on either side.
"It was your idea," I add, seeing Allie’s face tighten for a second before she ignores me. We get out of the car and head around the house to the massive marquee in the garden. People are everywhere waiting for the happy couple to arrive. We all wait outside the entrance when I hear Sebastian's limo pull up.
"They’re here," Harley says, coming to my side. He’s holding Jake, who is smiling and showing a new tooth that just came in yesterday.
"Let me hold my grandson so you can chill," Maisy’s dad says, coming to Harley’s side, and Harley happily hands him over. The sun is just setting as they arrive, looking all flustered. Judging by Maisy’s red cheeks and Seb’s large grin, they had an interesting drive here.
"Congratulations to the newlyweds," Harley shouts, and everyone cheers, throwing flower petal confetti over them as they walk past.
They walk in holding hands with big smiles, and we follow them through the house and to the garden. The massive marquee takes up most of the garden and stops just before the tree house. I watch Allie’s face as she takes it all in as I walk in just behind her. The tables are all round with white covers, and the chairs have matching, white covers with blue bows on them. The tables have blue birds made out of flowers, just like Allie wanted, flying around lanterns filled with fairy lights. There are paper blue-birds hanging around the top of the marquee of all different sizes and lit up by twinkling, blue and white lights. Don’t even ask how long that took us to do, a whole fucking day of hanging birds up after getting them out of the boxes.
The main table has the seats for all the main party, including two slightly larger chairs for Maisy and Sebastian. The dance floor is to the right with the band Maisy wanted, and I see when she notices as she grins at Allie. I won’t mention that I had to threaten them a few times and pay a fortune to get them to play tonight. The lead guitarist looks over at me and pales. I hold in a chuckle.
The bar is full of champagne drinks and people start helping themselves. The extra staff walks around handing out drinks to the others. The left corner is a sweet unit where guests can take home a bag of any sweets as a gift. The table by the door quickly fills up with gifts, and I find my seat at the table. I smirk, happy that I'm sitting by Allie. Izzy winks at me as she sits down, and I'm guessing this was her doing. I will have to remember to treat my sister to a gift card or something. My seat is also free, and I read the note that says it's Luke who is going to be next to me. Allie stops next to the seat by me and frowns at her seat before storming off. I follow her quickly as she goes outside and into the main house. I eventually catch her in the entrance hall and pull her into the lounge, locking the door behind me.
"What are you doing?" she asks, looking worried.
"We need to talk," I say, moving to stand right in front of her.
"We can't," she says, looking away. I move my hand to cup her cheek and pull her to look at me.
"Why can't we? Tell me you don't want me, Allie, and I will walk away. Anything else, I won’t accept,” I tell her firmly and lower my hand to the back of her neck. I pull her closer until I can almost taste her lips.
“Tell me you aren't feeling this between us," I say gently, and kiss her because I can’t stop myself now if I tried. One taste of her, and I feel like I will do anything for her, that amazing taste of cherry, which Allie always seems to taste like, fills my mind.
"Elliot," she whispers, and I'm not prepared for when she kisses me back strongly, making me groan.
We end up falling onto the sofa, and she pulls my shirt apart, pulling it out of my trousers. I pull her dress down, kissing down her one arm and finally unzipping the back so it falls to her waist. She is wearing a sexy, strapless black bra, which I unclip, and my mouth waters as I see her beautiful nipples. I can't help myself as I take one into my mouth and suck hard. She moans loudly, but, thankfully, the loud music from the band outside drowns out any noise we make so only I can hear her.
She surprises me by undoing my trousers and zipper quickly. I swear as she takes me into her hand. My head falls back onto the sofa as she moves her hand up and down tightly. I push her dress up to her hips before ripping her thong off and chucking it away.
"God, you’re so wet." I groan as I feel her with my fingers.
"Are you clean? I'm on the pill and clean." She moans as I move my finger in circles around her clit.
"Yes," I say as she moves her hands to my shoulders. I grab her hips, positioning myself at her entrance.
"Allie." I groan as she pushes herself down on me. Sweet god, she feels amazing, so tight and wet that I almost come right then. She looks up at the ceiling in pleasure, but I don’t want that. I need her to look at me as we finish. “Look at me, angel.”
She holds eye contact with me as I take her mouth in a kiss and lean back.
I grab her hips and push her down on me, to meet my thrusts. Her moans grow louder, and I play with her clit just a few times before I feel her tighten around me and she screams out my name as she keeps her eyes on mine. I move quickly to finish and nearly pass out as I come inside her, but I watch her reaction instead. It’s beyond fucking hot.
"Elliot," she whispers, stroking my cheek as we both catch our breath. I move slightly, so I’m not inside of her, and she settles onto my lap.
"We are not running from each other anymore," I say to her, and she starts to cry.
"Allie, shit. What's wrong?" I say, pulling her to my chest and kissing her forehead.
"My dad said he would kill you if I date you. I can't let him hurt you. I care about you too much."
My fists curl into her dress as she says this. I should have guessed it was something to do with her dad. Fucking Arthur. "Allie, look at me," I say, and she raises her eyes to look into mine.
"He won't hurt me, but we can keep this quiet for now if you want. I can't be without you," I say the last part quietly because even if this was the best sex I've ever had, it's been more than sex with Allie for a long time.
"Me neither," she says with a small smile.
"You’re fucking mine, Allie. You get that?" I kiss her gently, running my hand over her neck.
"Yeah, I get it. If you make me come like that again, I won't be leaving." She laughs slightly.
"Angel, that was just the start," I whisper into her ear, nibbling on it a little.
"Hey, open the door," the muffled voice of someone comes through the door.
"Come on," I say, helping Allie with her dress and sorting myself out a little. Allie goes to a mirror, fixing her hair while I open the door a little and see that it's Luke.
"What do you want?" I all but growl at him for interrupting my first time with Allie.
"Harley left his camera in there, he needs it," Luke says, giving me a ‘what the hell’ look.
"Fine." I let him pass, and he instantly stops in the middle of the room, staring at Allie.
"Holy shit, finally," Luke says with a massive grin at Allie, who raises an eyebrow at him. It’s kind of sexy how she does that.
"You won't tell anyone tonight, will you?" Allie says with a silent challenge.
"What will I get if I don't say anything at the wedding?" He grins at me and Allie.
"Fuck’s sake, what do you want?" I ask as Luke gets Harley’s camera out of the coffee table, which opens up. Allie comes to stand next to me, and I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her to my side.
"Nothing yet, but a favour from you both, when I want it. Don’t worry, it won’t be anything mad like naming your first child after me." He grins, and I have a feeling I won’t like the favour as Allie shakes her head.
“I could just tell everyone that you secretly watch that show where they put all those people in a house and record it,” I say.
Allie laughs. “You watch The Vampire Diaries and Supernatural. I’m clearly not the one with the embarrassing problem.”
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�It’s a good show,” I mutter as Allie laughs.
“So, do we have a deal, and none of us tells anyone about what we watch on TV?” he asks.
"Fine," Allie mutters, and I nod, knowing full well I will pay for it later.
"Later, guys." Luke laughs before leaving.
"We should get back, but you’re staying in my room tonight, so sneak in later." I kiss her, and she blushes.
"All right, sexy, maybe I will."
"I like that nickname better than the other."
"I like ‘cookie’ better." She grins, making her look cuter and sexier than before.
"Come on, before I have to fuck you again and miss the speech." I groan, running my hands down her dress.
"Elliot." She sighs, leaning into me.
I hear the clicking of glasses, which must be a toast. "Shit, my speech! Let's go before Seb tells everyone we are missing." I pull the door open, and, luckily, no one is around as we make our way back to the marquee. I walk in first, taking my seat as Blake talks about how he met both Sebastian and Maisy. Allie sits down next, and Sebastian looks over confused, but everyone else seems to be too into Blake's speech to notice.
I wink at Allie before drinking a little of my champagne and standing up after the clapping for Blake’s speech ends to say my own speech.
"Right, to start with, I never expected my twin to get married at our age. But if anyone could make a King settle down, it would be my lovely new sister-in-law, Maisy. I watched Sebastian fall in love with Maisy all those years ago, and I knew they were meant to be. My brother is a brilliant man and a better father, so I have no doubt he will make a wonderful husband. If I'm half as lucky to be as happy as they are when I get married, then I can count myself a lucky man. To my amazing brother and new sister, all the luck in the world and congratulations." I raise my glass and everyone claps. Sebastian comes over to me and pulls me into a big hug.
"Seriously, I'm happy for you. You deserve this." I pat his back.
"Let me have a hug." Maisy pulls Sebastian away to hug me.
"That's enough, I'm not sharing my bride for any more than a second today." Sebastian winks at me, pulling Maisy into his arms. I look over at Allie as Sebastian kisses her, and she smiles at me. I give her a look of promise before asking Maisy for a dance.
“Can I have a dance with my new sister?” I ask, knowing full well this will piss Sebastian off.
“That would be nice.” Maisy grins, taking my hand while Sebastian glares at me.
“Don’t be long,” he grumbles behind us as we walk to the dance floor.
We dance around other people, including her dad, who is dancing with Blake’s mum. I didn’t realise they knew each other, but they are in a deep conversation as we go past.
“Don’t break her heart. I watched you hurt her for years, and I promise you will pay for it if you do it again,” Maisy whispers, and I frown down at her. She is definitely a King with a threat like that coming out as she smiles like we are talking about the weather.
“I will never hurt her again,” I say strongly. I'll never hurt Allie again now that she is mine, and I'll always regret what happened before. I glance over to see Allie laughing with my sister, and suddenly, I can’t wait to spend the rest of the night making up for our rocky past.
68
Allie
"Oh god." I moan as Elliot’s fingers play with my breasts as I wake up. I push myself back against his solid chest, and I feel his hard on pushed against my ass.
"Morning, angel." Elliot chuckles before sliding one of his hands down to find me already wet for him. I gasp as two fingers enter inside of me, making me moan as he draws them in and out.
"That's all I can handle," he mutters before pulling his fingers out and rolling me onto my stomach. I don't get a second to think before he grabs my hips and sinks into me, pushing as deep as he can.
"Elliot." I moan loudly, not caring if the whole damn house hears, and he starts pumping into me like a crazy man with his fingers holding my hips tightly.
"Fuck." Elliot groans next to my ear before he bites my shoulder lightly, making me moan louder.
"Touch yourself," Elliot orders, and I know from last night to do as I'm told or he won't let me come. I move my fingers over my clit as he pumps into me harder.
"Elliot, I’m coming," I say in a moan as I explode, and I feel Elliot follow straight after me. We both fall onto the bed breathlessly, and he pulls me onto his chest.
"Are you hungry?" Elliot asks, playing with my hair.
"Yes," I whisper.
"I've never seen you without your smart comebacks. Who knew making you come would make you quiet," Elliot jokes, and I grin at him.
"No one but you," I say gently while looking up at Elliot, whose face lights up.
"You mean I'm the only guy who's made you come? How is that possible?" he asks.
“I've only been with you, and one other guy when I was sixteen, but he was crap. I just didn't want anyone," I say truthfully.
"I remember. Do you know how jealous I was when I heard you had slept with someone? I was an idiot back then. I'm surprised you don't hate me," Elliot says, looking serious now, and his green eyes devour my own.
I push back Elliot's black hair, which is growing back; it’s slightly falling over his forehead now.
"I do forgive you because I understand. What my dad did, you had to be angry at someone, and I was around. If someone’s dad had done that to my family . . . I get how mad you were, but you never actually went too far. Yes, you called me names and stopped me from getting dates, but that was it.
“Honestly, it was always you I wanted, even when you were being horrible to me. I think I always liked that you were a dickhead in a way; that only I could get a reaction out of you," I say quietly to him.
"I used to make myself believe you were never worth it, and I'm sorry for all the times I said that because it was a lie. You were the only girl in my mind who was worth it all," he tells me.
My heart tightens as he says this, knowing how those words haunted my life. I understand them more now, and I get that he wanted to be with me more than his hate for my father.
"I wish we had just talked to each other rather than fight," I mutter.
"Do you know how much you turned me on when you argued back with me? That you were never scared, you just glared at me and told me to fuck myself. It was so hot, I had trouble not bending you over my knee and spanking your ass for some of the things you said." Elliot grins then kisses my shocked face before pulling away.
"I'm going to shower, you coming?" He smirks, knowing my answer.
"Yep," I say, jumping up and running into his bathroom while I hear his laughter behind me. I don’t need an excuse to see Elliot all soapy and naked. Holy cow, just the thought is turning me on. I’m surprised I can even get any more turned on after the amount of orgasms I’ve had in the last twelve hours.
Elliot comes in and switches the shower on before taking my hand and leading me in. The shower is massive with two shower heads on either side.
"Let me wash you," I say as Elliot stands under the shower, staring into my eyes. He looks amazing with water dripping down the front of his hard chest toward that amazing six-pack he has.
"Sure," he says, clearly not sure. I grab the shower gel, pouring some on my hands before running them over his chest, and I make my way around to his front. I stop on his back as he goes tense when I feel the countless scars under the tattoo.
"I love this tattoo," I whisper, wishing I could have taken the pain away from his scars. I quietly run my fingers over each one, wanting to know how many he has. There are twenty altogether. So many, so much pain.
"What caused these?" I ask while I wash his back and try to admire the huge, angel wings. They are so detailed, that you can't see the scars in the wings. The person who tattooed this must have been amazing at their job.
"My father; he wasn't a good man, Allie. The scars are my past," he says with a slight warning in his tone, b
ut I don’t think he means it. I move around his body to look up into his eyes. So much pain can be seen in them, and it makes my heart clench with a need to fix it.
"I'm sorry," I say before kissing his chest and then running my soapy hands over him.
"Can I wash your hair?" he asks in a quiet voice. One look in his eyes shows how much he is trying not to run from me. I think he ran from everyone else. I know I’m the first one he’s let close to him, other than his brothers.
"Yes," I say before simply turning around for him.
Elliot makes me moan as he pays attention to my hair, and the smell of mint fills the shower as he uses his shampoo on me. I stop when I hear him finish, and I turn to see him clean his own hair then rinse it under the shower, making me feel very vulnerable sharing a sweet moment like this with him. Elliot kisses me gently, seeming to feel the same way before turning off the shower and getting out. He hands me a big towel and then wraps one around his waist before taking my hand and sitting me on the closed toilet.
"Will you let me brush your hair?" he asks, and I nod at him. Elliot spends time blow drying my hair before surprising me by doing a long French plait.
"Where did you learn to do this?" I ask.
"One of my dad’s long-term girlfriends liked to have her hair done. Dad told us we had to do whatever she wanted, but luckily for me and Sebastian, it was just hair styles. She liked Luke to cook for her, she wasn’t like a mother to us," he says in an even voice, not a hint of emotion in it.
"What about Harley?"
"Harley was sixteen when Dad made him do whatever his girlfriends wanted. I think that's why Harley doesn't date, he doesn't like women. I was made to help some of his friends’ wives when I turned fifteen. I hated it," he says emotionlessly, and I feel sick with the knowledge of what he is telling me.
"That's terrible," I whisper.
"Our past is bad, but it's the past. I've moved past it now. I hope Harley will one day, he had to deal with it all a lot longer than I did," Elliot says, kneeling in front of me and wiping away my tears. “Don’t cry for me.”
