The One Adored (The One Trilogy Book 3)

by North, Alexandra

  “Did you find anything?” I enquire, as Seb kisses my brow, taking a seat at the island.

  “No. We checked the house, surrounding streets and I called it in with the Police, just in case. But nothing seems to be out of sorts.”

  “There was someone out there.” Abs interjects.

  “We believe you. The security light bulb nearest the gates, had been smashed.”

  “Ah, so that’s why the lights never came on.”

  “I’ll sort it in the morning. Next time I’ll pick you up, Lu, like you were supposed to let me do tonight. We can’t take risks at the moment. I know things have calmed down but I’m not taking chances with you.”

  I sigh deeply, watching the anger flash across my alpha male’s face. My independence is so important to me, but I know he was just being protective and after everything we’d been through he was right, we’d couldn’t take chances. There was still potentially a nutter out there who that wanted to cause me harm.

  “Ok. I’m sorry I didn’t text you. We were fresh and I went on instinct.”

  “Heavy night?” Na chuckles, lightening the mood.

  “What us? Milk and cookies all the way - we’re good girls.” I shake an empty china cup at him for a cuppa and he flicks it away.

  “Not for me thanks, Lu - Abby and I are going straight to bed.”

  Right then, these bloody Silver men are such arrogant bastards.

  “No we’re fucking not!”

  “I’m not arguing about this, Abigail - now do I need to carry you or can you walk?”

  He doesn’t give her the opportunity to answer, taking two swift strides before lifting her in his arms and making his way into the hallway. “See you in the morning, guys.”

  Seb raises his brows at me and I shrug my shoulders not sure what to say. I listen to Abby’s angry frustrated protests for a few minutes before I hear heavy breathing and run out to see her being carried upstairs in his arms, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Gave up a royal fight there, babe.

  “They’ll be fine.” At least I hoped they would.

  “Of course they will - they need to work out some of their issues in the bedroom, use some of those goodies you got tonight.”

  “Well done for texting me to say he was here. It took some convincing to get her to crash here.”

  “They just need their heads banging together or bits.” His white teeth flash and I reach out and cup his face, blowing him a kiss.

  “I think they need to talk more than touch but who are we to say?” I raise my brows at him saucily. “Hey! you’ve been riffling I see.” I smirk, at the bags now on the kitchen top, with scattered scented tissue paper and discarded ribbon in a haze of pink around him. “They might have been a surprise.”

  “They worked - I’m surprised.”

  “Really? I found it tough, most of the usual suspects love toys, we’d tried or had or it was getting into serious BDSM material that really isn’t me.”

  “Nor me.”

  “So, I just went with a few bits whichthe planner suggested and had available to purchase tonight. I’ve ordered some undies too but they won’t come for a few days.”

  “That’s fine you don’t need undies tonight. I want you naked.”

  I feel my body react instantly to his words, my nipples tightening, and lick my lips. “Seb, I’m sorry I didn’t text.”

  “It’s fine. I just worry. You’re home now - in our home - I like the sound of that every time I say it and our bed is beckoning. What do you say I take advantage of my fiancée in her tipsy condition? Put some of these new toys into practice?”

  “Ah, baby I want you.”

  Our lips smash together and I’m lifted, wrapping my legs around his waist, as he grabs my behind supporting me, heading towards the nearest wall, my back flat against it, with that support, I lift my arms and we link hands, tongues duelling, first teasing, then tasting more fiercely as we become more impatient.

  “Oh God, the burn never ceases with you, Lu. Never dies.”

  His cock presses against my core, creating friction at my most sensitive spot, and I release my hands throwing my arms around his neck to maintain a grip, to enable me to bounce on his waist, dry-humping him. My bare legs are stroked, sending shivers across my skin, as he peels back my skirt, cupping my arse, and drifting upwards, and inwards toward my perineum, which is offered and vulnerable to him in my open position. My chest aches, full and heavy and we kiss deeper, my nipples beg to be sucked, as I feel his fingers pull my panties to one side. He slips one finger inside to stroke a line up my soaking wet slit, dipping inside of me once, before rubbing the moisture over my most private spot. I flinch, trying to stop the invasion, we’d done this once before but never since and in my position it was hard to close my legs.

  I feel him lift me and move to lay me on the sofa in the hallway, stripping me of my clothes.

  “What about our guests?”

  “They’ll be doing exactly what we are - we are good to go.”

  “What about Finn?”

  “He’s sound asleep, baby.” He kissed my protests away, sucking my tongue and swirling it with his own, holding my face passionately before releasing one hand and moving towards my apex. Slipping his finger inside my secret place, his other finger on my clit, rubbing around in a rotating motion, across my ever increasing pulsing sensitive spot, I being to rock to appease the ache I have building there, my cervix is aching, the need to come, immense. “Jeez, Seb - fuck!”

  I start to tremble, as the combination of powerful flutters from both holes is blowing my mind. Then he dips to take my nipple in his mouth and I literally combust - taking me over the edge.

  “Baby you’re so wet.”

  I feel the head of his cock, nudging at my entrance.

  “Push back baby.”

  I usually relish the feel of his big strong body, so powerful over mine but this time, the sofa is not so comfortable.

  “You worry the shit out of me! I can’t keep tabs on you at all times - can’t keep you safe.” “I don’t think you understand how hard it is for me, Lu.” He thrusts into me, unleashing his anger, the turbulence in his black, lust-filled eyes apparent - tormented, and I reach out to cup his jaw and he leans into it, before pulling away and crushing his lips to mine, again his control shattering and we lose ourselves in that kiss, our tongues tangling. This man can kiss, suckling my lips, my tongue, slower, mmmm yes that’s feels so good. He starts to pick up the pace, pumping into me like he is angry and suddenly the mood alters - like he’s distancing himself from me. I twist in his arms, pulling away from him, needing some air.

  “Seb, easy, baby… hey? Where’ve you gone?”

  He stills and looks right through me, his eyes filled with…fear!

  I stare down at Lu, her green eyes are huge and filled with concern in the dark, my cock buried deep within her, yet we are still fully clothed and rolling around on the floor like teenagers. I stroke her hair and cuddle her to me.

  “Seb - are you Ok? I’m sorry.”

  I groan aloud at her apology and shake my head annoyed at my weakness, frustrated with the situation and my lack of control over the matter. The sooner I got her naked upstairs and as close to me as possible, the better.

  “Let’s just go up to bed and finish this - where you deserve to be made love to - not here, like this on the floor.” I kiss her brow, attempting to break the tension.

  “I kinda liked it until you ‘went to another place’” - where were you, baby? I lost you.”

  I sigh. “I need you out of these clothes. Arms up.”

  She does it without question, lifting them for me to remove her camisole top and bra and slide her skirt and panties down her legs - there’s no time for seduction here. My own top, jeans and boxers follow. The speed of it all is frightening, my cock is painfully hard and desperate for her, and as I return to take her soft, beautifully curved body in my arms, naked and always accepting
, I notice her expression.

  “I can’t wait any longer for you, Seb. I’m yours. Only yours.”

  “Only mine.” I affirm.

  Her words are simple, she gets me completely. “I understand. Have me.”

  “Oh, baby. You’ll always be mine and I need to show you how I look after my woman.”

  “Show me.”

  I lift her and slide into her wet slippery heat, in one smooth thrust, pleasure curling around my balls and shooting up my cock. She fits my body like she was moulded for me. I slam into her, thrusting upwards, muttering sexy words of love and adoration, as I tell her that she is mine, over and over again. Every nerve ending in my body is on fire, my muscles tight as she continues to bounce down onto my solid cock. Her head is thrown back and breasts bouncing. I press hot feverish kisses on her mouth between pumps and then with one last thrust I groan into the night, coming so hard and fast my knees tremble, her pussy milking me dry.

  I lay her back onto the bed, pulling out of her, and reach between her legs, her eyes are wild with lust and as my fingers feel my semen pouring from inside her, I extract some to rub around her clit, her moans and thrashing is delicious to watch and I continue to stroke her labia, either side and back to place heavy pressure over her clit, in seconds she is flying, her hips swivelling to enhance the pleasure and I still rub her clit, leaning over her sexy body to capture a breast between my hand and roll its nipple. Her gasps encourage me before she explodes for a second time, her stomach quivering, body bucking and twisting.

  “Seb enough! I can’t, no more!”

  I get up, leaving her boneless body, to get wipes, before returning to kiss her closed eyelids, and full mouth. No, it was fair to say we didn’t need toys to stimulate our sex life, they were fun granted, we could already attest to that, and knew that they could definitely add lots of layers to a relationship but they were a bonus; when it came down to it, good hard sweet and frantic vanilla was enough for us. For me.

  Anything else was playtime, Lu was the only thing I needed to get me off, her hot, juicy body and tight pussy - her intelligent mind and sassy ways and her cheeky banter. She was the whole package and I was going to be lucky enough to be doing this for the rest of our lives. Who’d have ever thought that I’d have preferred the restraints of marriage and monogamy in the bedroom to handcuffs and harnesses?

  *******

  Five days later, I am about to enter Unveiled Bridal, the place Gigi had recommended I come to select my dress. I’m filled with nervous anticipation but ready now to take this big step and tick another box for the list. We’d sorted the wedding cake at the weekend, booked the photographer we had met at the Wedding Fair and he’d then highly recommended a Videographer. Gigi had sent out all the invitations already, which had taken some time to go through our combined lists but we’d done it and been happy with our end result. It had to be done, it was only 4.5 weeks away now!

  I take a last look at the old fashioned little bridal boutique, nestled in a quaint little courtyard away from the madding crowds in Holdgate. It’s chocolate box exterior presented a petite boutique but as I step through the doors I realise I had been wrong to judge a book by it’s cover, or rather a bride by a bad dress. Much more apt in this case.

  Where three terraced shops have been knocked through to create one large retail space. The small cream door opened up to a huge reception area, which then opened up into four further rooms, each beautifully decorated in soft taupes and creams - I wince at the thought of Finn in here on this carpet. Large rococo mirrors filled the walls along with row upon row of wedding dresses in all styles and fashions. Gigi had been right, this was the place.

  I see pictures with I presume the owner decorating the walls, some showcasing celebrities from well-known soaps and TV dramas, and names of designers I recognise at award ceremonies; Amanda Wakeley, Carolina Herrara, Suzzane Neville, Maggie Sottero to name but a few. Yes, I was definitely in the right place - these designers were all timeless and their work was exquisite.

  In awe at the beautiful array of gowns on display I hesitantly touch the odd dress, an A-line shape here, a ball-gown fit for royalty there - the detailing on both was angelic. The next is more of a cocktail gown and perhaps a little too simplistic and the next, more 50’s style tea-length - not for me but very trendy right now for all these vintage weddings themes in barns.

  They really dod have an excellent range of styles for me to select from. As I fliter through the rail, I’m definitely more drawn to the fit and flare and mermaid silhouette as I sense it will flatter my body but I decide to be open to suggestions as I’ve never tried a wedding gown on before.

  “You must be, Lucia?” A welcoming female voice acknowledges my entrance behind me.

  I spin to meet her with a smile. “I am. I’m afraid my other people aren’t here yet but they are on their way.” I hope.

  “Lovely to meet you. I’m Camilla, you’re bridal Godmother.” Her tinkly laugh is contagious. She was too young to be my God-mother but I see where she was going with her joke. “You’re here to get your wedding gown for your marriage in 4 weeks, is that correct?”

  I nod. “I’m nervous.” And I am.

  “Ah, don’t be - we’ll make this special for you. A stunning woman like you makes my job easy. I’ll just go prep the changing room and we’ll get started - everyone else can come in as and when they arrive.”

  “I like this lady immediately and knew we’d have a rapport. I was leaving Unveiled with a dress, if it took all afternoon and well in to the night - #projectfindLu’sweddingdressison

  *******

  “Sorry I’m late, my boss decided to land a call on me just as I was leaving the office, as per.” Abby falls through Unveiled’s door and drops her bags in a dramatic fluster, under the picture window. “What did I miss?”

  “Nothing at all. I’ve just got here myself. The owner is just preparing the changing room for us and Suzie and Mum aren’t even here yet.”

  “Did you invite Seb’s mum?”

  “I did but they are away in Spain, so she’s going to come to one of my fittings with me in a couple of weeks.”

  “Sounds like a plan - good to keep her on board.”

  “Bitzi’s brilliant, it’s no biggie - I want her to be involved.”

  “She seems cool.” I watch my friend shrug nonchalantly.

  I can tell that Abs is distancing herself from all things Nathan right now, including his parents; her defence shutters are down big-time. I need to set aside some serious best-friend- time for her, and soon but decide to change the subject in the meantime.

  “Work is really putting it on you right now, hey?”

  “Yep. I’m not sure whether its time to jump ship, I’ve been there a while and mentally I think I’m ready for the next step up. Fuck, I deserve it, but I’m also thinking - am I really ready to set up on my own, like you?” she leans against me and gives me a hug. “I honestly don’t know. You’re truly my heroine, Lu!”

  I wrinkle my nose a her over-the-top declaration. “I don’t know about that, but you definitely deserve a promotion and you could definitely set up successfully on your own. Your boss is a smarmy prick. Someone should report his arse.”

  “He is and I wish, maybe one day someone will have the balls and the evidence to do just that. Anyway, we’re not here to talk about me, for God’s sake - we’re in a shop crammed full of ‘I’m going to commit to you for the rest of my life’ dresses and we need to get busy picking one out that will make Sebastian stop breathing at the altar.”

  “Stop breathing huh?”

  “Well, just for a few seconds. He needs be stopped dead in his tracks.”|

  “What’s with all the death analogies? Anyone would think you’re not keen on the idea of marriage.”

  “I’m not.” Her brown eyes are wide and mouth a firm line.

  I stand from our position on the sofa at this. “Since bloody when? You and I have watched ev
ery romantic comedy going and talked about our wedding days for years? What’s changed?”

  We’re interrupted before she can answer, as Camilla the owner arrives with chilled champagne for us, and guides us into the first wardrobe. Abs words echo my own thoughts.

  “Wow. I’ve got chills down my spine, Lulu. This shit just got real.”

  We step down into the plushly carpeted room, and I’m immediately drawn to the first rack of dresses - where every manner of style, hands, lace, satin, ruffles, pearls, bling. “There is so much choice!”

  Camilla is standing in the corner, discreetly remaining quiet whilst we peruse but after a few minutes she steps forward. “Do you know what type of dress you after?”

  I shake my head, unhelpfully. “Sorry, they are all so stunning - I did just see the mermaid and fit and flare - they are both lovely.”

  “You have a great eye. Well, why don’t I select a few styles that I feel will suit your frame, colouring and height and then we’ll go from there.”

  “Sounds like a plan.” Abs nods enthusiastically, already draining her champagne flute.

  I’m bundled into the dressing area next door, and the heavy damask drapes fall to close me from prying eyes. Within minutes I’m stripped to my bra and panties. I nervously make banter with Camilla, as she lifts and squishes my breasts up and in. “I’ve only known you ten minutes and you’ve got me down to my underwear - you’re a fast mover.”

  “Oh don’t worry, sweetie, I don’t even notice anymore - although you do have a figure to-die-for. Your future husband is a very lucky man.”

  Smoothing my tummy, the one area I hate, I assess my body in the Snow White-esq mirror, from all angles. I could practically still see the tell-tale signs of Seb’s love-making from last night mapped across my skin and I flush at the memory.

  “Ahhh, I take it you’re just as lucky - from that knowing look that just flashed across your face.” Camilla smiles knowingly at me. “That good, hey?”