Providence Series Books 5-7

by Mary B. Moore

  The car we were in was the limo that had brought me and my brothers to the church, which thankfully had a privacy screen between us and the guys in front.

  “The makeup lady is meeting us wherever we’re going,” she explained, gesturing to her face. “At least we’ll get some normal photos of the day.”

  Every time I looked at her, I thought I’d never wanted her more, until the next time when I did it all over again.

  Now though, I was certain that I’d never wanted her more.

  She squeaked as I picked her up and positioned her straddling my lap. It took some maneuvering because her dress was floor length and if we hadn’t pushed it up around her waist, it would have garroted my legs. That was my excuse if she asked, anyway. The reality was that it gave me unencumbered access to where I wanted to be.

  Reaching up to hold her face in my hands, I grinned as I took her makeup in yet again. That’s when I noticed the slightly longer strands of hair and gave one a tug. When it came away in my hand, I breathed a sigh of relief because she was fucking perfect as she was naturally.

  Getting the hint, she reached up and pulled the flowers out of her hair and then unwound it from the complicated knot it had been put in. This was a slight issue for me because it put her breasts right in my face, and regardless of how much I wanted her, I didn’t want to ruin her dress, so I was using every ounce of control I had.

  When she was done, it looked like someone had shaved a long-haired dog and robbed a garden store.

  “I can’t believe I went with my face like this,” she chuckled. “Those photos are going to be…”

  “Perfect,” I interrupted, and I meant it. Everything about them and about her was perfect and I couldn’t wait to look at them proudly for the rest of my life.

  The smile fell slowly from her face as she gazed down at me.

  “Thank you for making this day more beautiful and magical than I could ever have imagined.”

  “Thank you for making this day more perfect than I imagined,” I replied huskily.

  She went to say something else at the same time that she shifted again and her pussy came into contact with my crotch. Even through her panties and my pants I could feel how hot she was.

  Cutting her off by pulling her mouth to mine, I poured every emotion into the kiss I could. I almost felt suffocated by them all.

  Tilting her head slightly, I deepened the kiss and then slowly moved my hands down her sides until I could hold both of her butt cheeks in my hands. She had an amazing ass, I was almost obsessed with it. Then again, I was almost obsessed with her tits, pussy, her mouth, her eyes, her brain…every damn part of her.

  I desperately wanted to be inside her, but I’d made plans for our first night together. She deserved nothing but the best and that’s what I wanted her to have.

  That all went to shit a second later when she sucked on my tongue, slid her hand down to my crotch and she ground down at the same time.

  Just as my hands reached her panties, I pulled away from her mouth and made a half-hearted attempt to stop what was happening.

  “I had plans…” I was cut off by her kissing me again.

  That was it. I fisted my hands either side of the lace and went to pull - figuring that expedience was the best tactic - until she grabbed my hands and yanked her mouth rudely away from mine.

  “No,” she hissed, raising so she could pull them down her thighs, and then off her legs.

  It was awkward as hell because she had to lift one leg at a time and do some sort of hostage negotiation to get her feet through them, but in the end, I realized why she didn’t want them ruined. They were gorgeous – all lacy and sparkly and shit.

  It also didn’t hurt that as she was doing this, I got to see the lace of her stockings, topped by her beautiful bare pussy.

  As she was pulling her last foot free of the lace, I reached out and ran the tip of my finger through her wetness and then back down again. This distracted her from what she was doing as her head fell back on her shoulders.

  “This is mine,” I growled. I wonder if there was a caveman phenomenon that hit men after they got married? “Just mine.”

  Moving the angle of my hand so that I could cup her, I ground my palm into her clit as I shifted and slowly pushed my middle finger into her. She was soaking, and so hot and fucking tight.

  “I need you,” she gasped as she leaned down to kiss me.

  The caveman was in place though, so I dodged her lips and ground my palm more forcefully against her. My free hand was moving her hips at the same time, meaning that I could control what was happening perfectly.

  “Not yet.”

  Her head snapped up, and she looked at me through half-open eyes.

  “Please!”

  Normally all she had to do was say that and the world would be hers, but this was suddenly the most important thing to me.

  “Tell me who you need,” I ordered, the gruffness of my voice making her eyes open wider with surprise.

  “You,” she stressed, as she ground down and moaned loudly.

  “And who am I?”

  When she didn’t answer, I pulled my finger out and moved my hand like I was going to take it away from where it was and leave her hanging on the precipice I’d gotten her to. I had no intentions of doing that ever, but I needed the words from her right now.

  “Tom?”

  Shaking my head, I gently pushed against her clit with my palm again, only giving her just enough pressure to help her along, but at the same time, not enough pressure for what she wanted.

  “Who am I?”

  It took her a second and another shift of my hand away from her, for her to realize what I wanted.

  “My husband,” she whispered, leaning down so that her lips were against mine. “My life.” She gently kissed me. “My world.”

  I swear my hand moved of its own free will as two fingers replaced the one that had been inside her previously, and my thumb found her hard nub and rubbed. I could feel the insides of her thighs shaking as I rubbed and moved my fingers in and out. I knew this wouldn’t be enough for her though, so I bent them slightly and hit her G-spot on the first rub.

  Holding her mouth against mine with my free hand on the back of her head, I swallowed her screams as she drenched my hand and spasmed around my fingers.

  Just as she started to calm, I quickly unzipped, pulled my cock out, positioned myself at her entrance and thrust up hard into her making her scream again.

  Deep inside her, she was still spasming from her orgasm, but I wanted another one. I refused to let go until I got it, so I gripped both hips and pulled her down hard as I thrust upwards.

  I’m not sure if privacy screens cancel out all the noise between the front and the back of a car, but I really hope they did. Between her moans, my groans and the sound of our skin hitting each other with every thrust – I pitied the poor bastards sitting in the front.

  I was just thrusting up as she was moving down when the car swerved. The reactions that it caused in us were unintentional – but really fucking amazing. Just as we pitched slightly with the motion of the car, she tightened her muscles around my cock. The fact that she was moving down the way at the time meant that her pussy gripped me tighter than anything I’d ever felt as it slid the whole way down, making my eyes almost go into the back of my head.

  “Oh fuck,” I roared, grabbing her tighter and thrusting up even harder. A quick shift of my hand and all it took was one hard rub of her clit and she was coming. It felt like my heart stopped as my own orgasm hit, and I started to spurt into her, keeping her moving the whole time.

  We had explosive sex each time, sex where it felt like I was going to die from it because it was that good. But this? This was beyond that. There were flashes of light behind my eyelids and my whole body was shaking with the force of it as I poured into her.

  Finally, just as the car was pulling to a stop, she slumped down onto my chest and sighed.

  “I really hope they didn�
�t hear that,” she mumbled into my neck.

  “I’m not sure I care.” I was being honest. Maybe minutes ago, I was hoping that they didn’t, but after that, nothing else mattered apart from the woman lying against my chest, with her pussy still filled with my dick. My entire world was right here, the world outside of here was irrelevant just now.

  If it hadn’t been for the tap against the window which was thankfully tinted so that no one could see what was going on, I would have started all over again.

  As it was, we had a party to go to. Plus, I could feel my come sliding out and down my balls. Some might say it was a sexy feeling, all I could think was that I was going to have to explain the suspicious patch on the crotch of my pants to my family.

  “What are they doing in there?” I heard my dad ask as the front door of the car slammed shut.

  “Yo, stop dicking around,” Cole yelled and hit the window harder.

  Sighing, I begrudgingly pulled out of her slowly and then moved her quickly backward to stop her leaking more onto my black pants. This made her yelp and grab onto my shirt, narrowly missing my pierced nipple.

  “What am I meant to do?” she hissed, looking nervously at the window and then down at her crotch.

  That’s when an idea hit me, one that made me hard again. So, I picked up her panties and held them out to her.

  “Go into the reception with your husband inside you and the constant reminder of what we just did for the rest of the night. Then, I want you to think about what I’m going to do to you once it’s over. Again, and again, and again.”

  She was breathing quickly, and her pupils were dilated by the time I finished, but she did as I said as I tucked my dick back into my pants. I don’t care what anyone said, getting a hard cock into your pants without doing yourself a mischief was fucking difficult – especially when you were in the back of a car.

  By the time we made it out, we had a small group around the car waiting for us.

  Taking in our disheveled appearances, they all shook their heads at the same time.

  “You just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” Grams snapped, making Sonya blush as she picked one of the chunks of hair off her dress.

  “Nonsense, Lindee,” Gramps chuckled putting his arm around her and pulling her into his side. “I remember you jumping me in the car after we left the church. The fact that I was driving as you were sitting on my…”

  “Stahp!” the rest of us screamed at the same time.

  And that there was the cure for an erection. I just hoped that it hadn’t cured me for life.

  Chapter 11

  Sonya

  W e had just finished the meal and were all sitting around the table talking about the wedding. My makeup had been removed and normal makeup had been put on my face instead, so I wasn’t looking like a complete twat anymore.

  Normally, a family table has about eight members at it, not the Townsends! Jack’s sister Alice and his brother Jer were there along with their kids and wives. That meant that we had twenty-eight sitting around it, not including the children and two women who had accompanied them. There was also the Montgomery family who were related to Maya and also best friends with the Townsends. It was like six degrees of separation all over the table.

  It was kind of cool sitting back and just watching the different dynamics at play throughout everyone.

  The quietest of the Montgomery’s was Adam who had disappeared after the beautiful redhead, Scarlett, who had made my bridal underwear. I’d been watching them throughout the night and I couldn’t quite understand their relationship.

  “What’s going on there?” I whispered across Ren to Maya.

  “Well,” she leaned so far across Ren that he had to sit back. I don’t think he minded though seeing as how her tit ended up in his hand with the position. “Adam like adores Scarlett, and she feels the same. But, Adam is always away and is really reserved, right?” I nodded, encouraging her to spill more. “Anyway, a while back, he finally got her to agree to go out with him – and never showed up.”

  “No!” I sounded horrified but come the fuck on men of the world. “Did he call her to explain?”

  She rolled her eyes as she shook her head. “Nope. He texted her two days later saying sorry.”

  “That was it?” I almost headbutted my husband as I sat up in shock.

  “Yup. And he keeps trying when he’s back, but one time he went in he smelt of perfume and had a pink mark on his collar.”

  “The dog!” it came out before I could stop it and I felt bad saying that about her cousin. “Sorry.”

  “No need, girl! I agree. I’m really disappointed in him.”

  Both of us looked over as the two people in question came back into the room looking ruffled. Squinting, I caught sight of the pink lipstick that Adam definitely hadn’t been wearing today on his lips as he straightened his shirt. Looking behind him at the gorgeous Scarlett, I noticed her trying to put her dress back into place, looking embarrassed. I would have been happy for them if it hadn’t been for one thing – the sadness in her eyes as she watched Adam walk away from her.

  As they joined us again, I noticed the determined look on his face and the movement of his arm like he had grabbed her hand under the table.

  Glancing over at Maya, I gave her a wink. Halloween really was a magical time of year!

  Not wanting to make Scarlett feel more embarrassed, I quickly started up a conversation.

  “Can one of you please tell me how Tom ended up with his name?”

  “Tom?” Hurst asked sounding confused as if I was asking where the Tom had come from. I was interested in that, but I was more interested in the W and A that followed it, before the T.

  “No, the full name.”

  Jack winced and tried to leave the table, but Colette caught him before he could even stand and held him down in his seat.

  “Well,” she began, motioning to the server for another glass of wine. Oh boy! “I had a terrible birth with him. No matter what we did, he wasn’t moving. Come to find out, he had his head wedged against my pelvis instead of going toward the light.” She glared over at the man in question and shook her head. “So, by the time he actually came out, they had given me so many drugs for the pain and was so exhausted that I couldn’t even have told you my own name.” She took a big gulp of her wine and then went on. “Jack, Jer and Hurst all decided to wet the baby’s head…with a bottle of bourbon each.” All three men glanced at each other and then got the server's attention to get their own drinks refilled – ironically, it was bourbon again. “He comes back, drunk out of his mind, and starts filling in the forms.”

  “Look,” Jack spoke up after he’d downed half of his newly refilled glass. “I couldn’t remember which middle name we’d agreed on. I thought I was doing the right thing!”

  “Walter was my grandfather, Alan was his,” Colette continued like Jack hadn’t even spoken. From the looks of it, even after all of these years, she was still pissed about it. “So, he fills it in, gets me to sign it – which FYI I still do not remember doing – and then hands it in.”

  We all sat quietly as that sank in and Jack put his face in his hands.

  “When did you find out?” Ebru asked, breaking the silence.

  “Oh, about a week later when we received a gift from Alice. It was a cast of Tom’s feet when he was born with his initials under it.”

  A quick glance at Alice showed that she’d known exactly what she was doing when she’d sent it.

  “Do you still have it?” I choked out. Oh, please let her still have it.

  “Why yes,” Colette replied, still glaring at Jack. “I still have the cast of my son’s beautiful baby feet, with freaking TWAT,” she snapped loudly in Jack’s ear, “underneath it in huge letters.”

  I couldn’t help it, I had to laugh. Fortunately, I was joined by the rest of the people at the table. Well, apart from the TWAT in question and his parents – one of whom was now trying to sink under the table.

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sp; I was close to passing out, and the room was starting to spin again when I stopped. Ugh, fucking ears!

  Leaning over to Tom, I whispered what I needed to in case I had to run and be sick again.

  “I’m choosing our kids' names!” He turned quickly to look at me and, seeing how serious I was, nodded.

  Sitting upright, I closed my eyes and breathed through the dizziness. I didn’t have the nausea that normally accompanied it, which was a huge relief, but I was getting sick of feeling like this.

  Tom

  It was as we took to the floor for our first dance that I noticed how pale my wife was.

  “Are you okay, pretty girl?”

  She tightened her arms around my neck and gave me a quick lip touch, but I could feel her arms shaking slightly. Fuck, I hope she wasn’t sick.

  “It’ll pass,” she whispered. “I think I have something wrong with my ear and I forgot to go to the doctor about it with everything going on.”

  “Does it hurt?” If it did, I was taking her to the ER. I didn’t care if we had a million things to do, I didn’t want her in any pain.

  “No, it just makes me dizzy sometimes.”

  Holding her closer, I buried my face in her hair and breathed her in. “Then I’ll hold you up.”

  Just then the music started. What was meant to be a romantic slow song ended up being Ugly Kid Joe’s I Hate Everything About You.

  “Your brothers are assholes,” she muttered, glaring over her shoulder at the assholes in question.

  “I deserve it,” I sighed. “I did some shit at their weddings.”

  Thankfully, my mom was awesome, and she went over and changed the music for us and our first dance as husband and wife was to Iris by the Goo Goo Dolls.

  Holding her against me with my face now in her neck, I thought back over everything that had happened since I’d met her. Every second was a memory I never wanted to forget, apart from when she was taken.

  I hadn’t forgotten about the asshole who’d set it up and who was determined to kill one of us, I was still looking and tracking his movements.