Forever in my Heart: Book 3 in My Heart Series

by Aleya Michelle

  Roxy

  What’s that saying? Money can’t buy happiness? Bullshit... Kade and I have excitedly chosen our dream home. It is a very modern contemporary brick house, with open plan living areas, Caesar stone bench tops and a stylish kitchen with four spacious bedrooms. I love the crisp white walls, timber floors, and it has gorgeous pool and spa and of course Kade’s favourite part is that it is only two streets from the beach. We will be the brand new owners in six weeks; it’s ecstatic news.

  “My money is your money, baby.” His words play over in my mind.

  “Having money means nothing if I can’t share it with you. I don’t care about being a millionaire, having a fancy house or car, I care about being with you,” he sweetly tells me as I squeeze his hand and look into his beautiful brown eyes.

  “And now, of course, I can have a fancy house with my dream girl. Life doesn’t get any better than this.”

  “You are everything to me, Mr. Thomas, and then some more,” I confess with a heart full of love for him.

  “Marry me, Roxy,” Kade says to me, and I can’t help but laugh.

  “Well dear, I’m already marrying you, remember the proposal and all?” I add sarcastically.

  “How could I forget my colossal proposal effort? Pretty impressive, hey?” he teases.

  “Well, anyway I can’t marry you, I am already taken, saving myself for this super special surfer guy,” I joke and poke out my tongue.

  “Oh, is that so? I bet I could show him a thing or two,” he says sarcastically.

  “Oh yeah? What kind of things could you teach him?” I question looking for a flirtatious response and enjoying teasing him.

  “Well, what about this?” he replies and pulls me in against his body and squeezes my arse hard. His lips are on mine within record time. He kisses me firmly as his tongue dances with mine. When he pulls back, I’m breathless.

  “Maybe you are right. I might marry you, after all,” I joke.

  “Marry me next weekend, Roxy!” he states, and I am left gobsmacked and surprised.

  “Ha ha, very funny,” is my answer. Is he crazy?

  “I am dead serious. I want to marry you as soon as possible. All we need is someone to marry us, our family, friends, and you in a sexy white dress. Why do we need to wait?” He’s smiling while I’m still trying to wrap my head around what the hell he just said.

  “You want to get married right away, like as soon as possible?” I question him to make sure my ears aren’t playing tricks on me.

  “Yep, you heard me right, baby. I will find a minister if you can sort out the rest.” I am feeling shocked, yet excited about the possibility of being Mrs. Thomas in just a few weeks. Oh my God!

  I still can’t believe that we are getting married in one freaking week!

  Looks like the celebrant who married Pete and Emma had a cancellation, and we are booked in for Saturday. Seven days from today.

  Kade is a spur of the moment kind of guy and telling me that we were getting married on the beach as soon as there was someone available to marry us was ludicrous! But also it is kind of romantic and awesome, too.

  Becoming Mrs. Thomas and marrying my soul mate, the man of my dreams and love of my life as soon as humanly possible is nothing short of amazing!

  “Why wait” were his words. Exactly, why wait? I feel like Bella in Breaking Dawn, I’ll be nervous until I see Kade’s face and I may just sprint down the aisle to make it official.

  I am now freaking out about what the hell I will be wearing to my own wedding. Some brides have their dresses six months or more before their special day.

  I eagerly jump on my laptop and type in ‘wedding dresses.’ Internet shopping is easier, and plus, I don’t want the focus on me instead of Jemma and trying on dresses when it should be her first.

  I look at around fifty styles and colours and finally I find the perfect dress, and it’s available in the city store Glamour. So, during my lunch break, I quickly duck into Glamour to see it in the flesh. I’m excited to see what it looks like on me as it’s really elegant, yet simple and perfect for our beach wedding.

  The stunning white dress is a mermaid silhouette with a plunging neckline, perfect for a small amount of cleavage and bare skin. The back of the dress is open as a beautiful focal point and the length barely brushes the floor with heels on. The silk bodice has rhinestones and crystals, and the best part is that it fits like a glove.

  I whack the charge on my visa card and quickly browse for shoes and jewellery while I am here. White diamanté thongs are my choice of footwear, especially on the sand, and I choose some petite diamond drop earrings.

  Did I really just buy my wedding dress, shoes, and jewellery all on my lunch hour? Well damn, Jemma will be proud of me.

  The bright colour I carefully chose for Jemma’s maid of honour dress is aqua blue. The stunning dress is just above her knees in length, with a single shoulder strap. There are little diamantes on the strap and front bodice. It’s very elegant and yet beachy for the sea front setting.

  I have booked a gorgeous white gazebo for the ceremony and hired tables and chairs with silk covers, ordered the pretty flowers, a DJ to run the music, and caterers to organise the food and drinks. Jemma and I have been creative and made cute little photo frames decorated with shells, attached with a thank-you note for each guest.

  Invitations have also been posted and those nearby were hand delivered explaining our spur of the moment decision. They are lovely and white in colour, frosted with aqua coloured ribbon.

  Kade and Roxy request the pleasure of your company at their Beach Wedding.

  When: Saturday November 4th

  (Sorry for the super short notice)

  Where: At the Beach

  Manly Esplanade

  Time: 2pm

  Attire: Casual/Elegant

  *Shoes are optional

  Rsvp:

  1st November

  Jemma 0414 223 556

  “Deep breaths, Roxy. You are all organised. Don’t stress, the RSVPs are all coming to me and we have everything booked. You have your dress, and the rest is history,” Jemma comforts me with her words as I have a little meltdown.

  “One fucking week, Jem! I mean I am so over the moon and I can’t wait, but I don’t want it to look tacky and just thrown together either,” I ramble during my full-blown freak out.

  “You are having Thursday and Friday off right?” I nod my head. That thought makes me feel better; at least I have two work-free days to focus on my wedding day.

  “Yes, thank God, I need them badly. What time on Thursday do we have our treatments booked in again, Jem?” I query her for the fifth time. I think she said it starts at ten am, but my brain is fried and I can’t remember.

  “Ten am for a facial, pedicure, with a full body massage, girlfriend. If that doesn’t loosen you up, I don’t know what will.”

  “Oh, wait, yes I do. All the sex and orgasms you will be having on your honeymoon will definitely loosen you up and in more ways than one! Woohoo, I am so jealous, I have to wait eight more months.” God, I love my best friend.

  “You know how bad I feel, right? Are you sure you are okay with me getting married first? You know stepping on your toes is the last thing I want to do, right?” Part of me feels silly even saying it, but I need to put it out there just in case.

  “Oh my God, do not even say it hoe bag! You are my best friend and you and Kade deserve this. The sooner, the better so you can get to make me a little niece or nephew on that honeymoon of yours,” she announces lovingly, just the way a best friend should.

  “Thanks, sweetheart. I love you like a fat kid loves cake.” She bursts into a fit of laughter. It is usually Jemma’s line, but I thought I would steal it for once. It really does explain how much I love her.

  Thursday at the day spa is the best three hours I have had in a long time. I have been waxed, exfoliated, polished, painted, and primped for my wedding day. I feel amazing and a lot less stressed than earlier in t
he week. My hair has been freshly foiled and a treatment put in it for volume and shine. Make-up and hair styling are booked for Saturday morning. Everything is going to plan so far.

  Not having to work on Friday, I stay in bed a little later. I need my beauty sleep for my big day; black bags under my eyes are not classy. Kade goes off to his surfing practice and comes back feeling damp and smelling salty. So glad that he has the old surf school owner to fill in when he needs it.

  “Hey baby, so this is the last time you will see me before I’ll be the one in white,” I say to him as he climbs into bed to snuggle me. I nestle into his neck as close as I can get.

  “I know. It will be a long twenty-four hours without you. How will I survive?” he stirs me playfully. “So, this will be the last time I get to have sex with Roxy Thorne then?” he asks me smirking.

  “Well yeah, I guess so, since tomorrow I will be Roxy Thomas,” I reply smiling. It really does have a nice sound to it. I love it already.

  “Well, I better make it memorable for this Roxy Thorne character then,” he jokes as he strips the covers from me and finds me naked, ready, and waiting for him. I thought it would be a nice little surprise for him.

  “Goddamn, Miss Thorne. Someone was a bit presumptuous.” He laughs.

  “Don’t you know that Miss Thorne has a sex obsessed fiancée and kind of expected him to want me naked and waiting? By the way, you better be going, he will be home soon.” I can’t help but laugh loudly at my own comment.

  “Let me show you how a real man does it, then when your fiancé comes home you can compare,” he replies, and this role-play really does get me hot.

  “Okay, show me what you have got, Mr. Thomas. Don’t hold back now, you hear,” I respond sternly giving him a little challenge.

  “You got it, baby. I will not hold back,” he declares sounding alpha male and tough as nails.

  His hungry mouth is greedily on my nipple sucking hard while his hand is on my core. Not wasting any time, he massages me getting me wetter by the second. “Mmm,” I moan in pleasure as he enters a finger inside me. His tongue flicks my nipple, as the nub gets harder from the sensation. He adds another finger inside my folds and massages in a steady rhythm. He moves to my other nipple and repeats the action, then using his tongue he licks his way up my neck to my lips, where he tickles them with his tongue, teasing me.

  “You are a tease. Do you know that?” I say to him, needing more before I combust.

  “Just wait and see what I do with this,” he announces as he frees his cock from his board shorts and underwear. It springs to attention and has me licking my lips. I smile at his comment as he strokes his length. I reach out and stroke it too, needing to feel the soft skin over his hard erection.

  “Turn over onto your stomach, Miss Thorne. I want to show you just how deep I can go,” he orders me and it sounds goddamn hot. I love this side to him!

  I hastily do as I am told, eager to feel him deep inside me from this angle. Lying on my stomach, I bring my knees up and open wide, giving him instant access.

  “Fuck me, that is a glorious sight of your wet pussy, Rox.” My breath hitches as I feel his cock at my entrance before he pushes in slowly. Pushing in further, he goes nice and deep, stretching and filling me completely.

  “Yes! That is so deep!” I cry out once he is completely inside. He withdraws and repeats his thrust, slow at first, and then hard. He slams into me, causing me to cry out. Over and over he continues, and I feel my orgasm building. It’s going to be a big one. I convulse and shake as I ride the waves of ecstasy from my release.

  “Yes, yes, yes!” I scream in pleasure feeling on top of the world.

  “I’m coming with you, Roxy!” Kade yells as he thrusts one last time harder and deeper than I thought possible and blows inside me, leaving a part of him where I am now tender and swollen. It will have me thinking of him all day, and I am sure that was his plan all along.

  “Well, Mr. Thomas, considering that was damn fucking impressive how about you meet me at the altar tomorrow instead of my fiancé? Two pm, are you free?” I query him while entertaining myself with my own stand-up comedy show.

  “I am free at two actually,” he replies smirking widely.

  “I wouldn’t miss the opportunity to marry you for the world. Not a single thing could get in the way of me making you mine forever, baby,” Kade promises adoringly to me as his chocolate brown eyes bore into my soul.

  Chapter 18

  Mr. and Mrs. Thomas

  My wedding is today!

  Jemma, Tia, Ebony, and myself all spent the night over at Mum’s house. It is tradition, after all. We had a few drinks and a lot of laughs, a pre-wedding celebration, but Mum made sure we were in bed by ten; even if I couldn’t sleep I was still lying in bed with good intentions to fall asleep.

  “Jemma are you awake?” I whisper to my bestie who is sharing my bed for the night.

  “No, I am asleep,” she answers like the sarcastic bitch that she is.

  “Very funny bitch,” I say jokingly to her.

  “Why are you awake hoe? You have a huge day tomorrow,” she states the obvious to me and I am wondering the same thing.

  “I just can’t sleep too much going on in my brain, like what if I fall while walking down the aisle, or the celebrant doesn’t turn up?” My jitters that are totally random but they are still crossing my mind.

  “Ha, ha you are a dork Rox, you definitely will not fall and the minister will be there, I guarantee you. Now close those pretty blue eyes of yours and sleep sweetie or I may have to staple them shut,” she declares as lovingly as Jemma is capable.

  Either way she made me smile and eased my tension.

  I wake to the smell of something delicious and make my way out to the kitchen, where my mother is cooking up a storm of bacon and eggs.

  “Morning sweetie, did you manage to get much sleep last night?” she questions me and pulls me in for a motherly embrace.

  “Morning Mum, I finally got some sleep, thanks to Jemma,” I state smiling at my BFF, who is already digging into her breakfast.

  “Sit down, honey, and I will dish you out a nice big breakfast. You need your energy for today, Rox,” she orders me caring about my well-being like she always does.

  “Thanks, Mum, but please don’t give me too much. I don’t want to spew,” I reply light-heartedly. Hey, it could happen...

  I manage to eat a few pieces of bacon and one poached egg with toast. I have always been a breakfast person. After all, they say it is the most important meal of the day, and I am one to agree with that saying.

  Then I quickly shower and dress in casual clothes, with a button up blouse so I can remove it easily without messing my hair style or smudging my make-up. The doorbell rings and Mum excitedly lets the hair dresser, Maria, inside. She looks bright and fresh, and ready to tackle our styles.

  “Oh Roxy, you must be excited about your big day,” she announces and embraces me.

  “Yes, I am excited and a little nervous but mostly excited,” I confess to her as she starts to unpack her hair dryer, straightener, rollers and a million types of brushes.

  “Take a seat Roxy and I will begin the masterpiece that we talked about honey,” she proclaims to me as I sit anxiously to see the end result.

  For the next two hours, my long blond hair is curled, pinned, and sprayed with a large amount of hair spray. I am having the majority of it down in curls, and the rest is half up with two pieces layering my face.

  “Oh, its gorgeous, Maria. I love it,” I tell her smiling at my transformed image in the mirror.

  Damn, I really do need that make-up lady to work her magic today. I look tired and forlorn, but I don’t even have foundation on yet so that doesn’t help.

  As if she is telepathic, Cindy, who is doing our make-up, knocks at my mum’s hardwood timber door.

  “Knock, knock,” she calls out as I am sure she could hear us chatting through the front flyscreen.

  I run to let her in
as Mum and Jemma have their turn at setting their hair in rollers.

  “Hey Cindy, come on in,” I tell her as I open the door to let her inside.

  “Hey Roxy, oh your hair looks divine sweetheart, you will be a stunning bride. I can’t wait to get your make-up done,” she announces sounding bubbly and complimentary.

  Just what I need today, my confidence needs a bit of a boost and she is helping enormously.

  “Oh, thank you, I can’t wait to see the finished product,” I reply as I help her inside with her rolling cart and two other beauty cases.

  I make everyone some tea and coffee as we chat and admire Mum’s, Jemma’s, and Tia’s hairdos while Cindy prepares for my makeover.

  I curiously check my phone and there is a test message from the travel agent confirming our honeymoon flight is booked for Monday to the Maldives, sounds beautiful.

  “Okay bride-to-be come and sit over here and let me start with the concealer and foundation that we chose last week,” Cindy requests and she makes me smile. She sounds so excited about applying make-up.

  As I gaze at my reflection in the mirror, I am in awe at how beautiful I look with my make-up and hair done to perfection. The foundation is fairly light, with blusher, my lips are lined with a pink liner and fuchsia pink lipstick to suit, but my eyes are the focal point. My bright blue coloured eyes are accentuated by the smoky and silver eye shadow, with liquid eyeliner and fibre lashes that Cindy attached, they make my eyelashes look fuller and longer.

  “Oh wow, I absolutely love my make-up, Cindy. It’s perfect, thank you, especially the eyes,” I announce to her smiling largely and feeling ready to slip on my white dress and marry the man I love.

  “Damn Roxy, that is the most beautiful I have ever seen you look,” Jemma declares and it warms my heart.

  “Aww thanks, Jem, it does look amazing,” I agree with her confession.

  “I am going to go and change into my underwear and freshen up before I put the dress on,” I declare as I disappear into the spare room.

  I can’t help but stare at myself in the mirror again and smile. Damn, Kade is going to get a hard on from the way I look today, I smirk to myself at the thought.