Keisha shook her head and fixed the small train of Tori’s wedding gown, handing her back her bouquet.
“Sebastian.”
She looked up as Garrith clapped a hand on the back of his neck and whispered something into his ear. He placed a set of keys in his open palm and squeezed his shoulder.
Sebastian looked at Keisha and then at his wife, his eyes blazing. “Sounds good, my man. Thank you.” He grabbed Tori’s hand and kissed her knuckles. “Come with me.”
“Sebastian, we have to—”
He placed a hard kiss on her mouth. “It wasn’t a request.”
Tori sighed and linked her arm in his as they walked down the aisle. People congratulated them, wished them well as they made their way into the small area that was set up for the reception.
Garrith wrapped a hand around Keisha’s shoulders as they followed behind them.
“What did you tell him?” she asked.
He winked. “I said that we would give them time alone.”
“But they have pictures and stuff.”
“That can wait. When you and I get married, I think we should leave right after the wedding ceremony.”
Her heart swelled. “Yeah, and why’s that?” She smiled up at him.
“Cause, love, when I marry you, I want to spend the rest of our lives consummating it.” He brushed his mouth along hers. “And the sooner the better.”
***
Tori could not believe that she was now married to Sebastian. Sebastian Chelios. A giggle escaped her lips.
“I like that sound, little one.”
She jumped at the deep smooth voice in her ear. “How much time do we have?”
“Garrith said he would distract our guests.”
Tori stepped into the small cabin that Garrith’s parents used as a guesthouse. “Well, we don’t want to keep people waiting too long but…” She looked over her shoulder at him and licked her lips. The black tuxedo fit his big body like a glove. As soon as she saw him when she was walking up the aisle, her heart thumped and her stomach flipped. He had looked good enough to eat.
“Little one?”
Tori reached behind her and lowered her zipper, letting the white dress fall to her feet.
“Holy shit,” Sebastian breathed.
She smiled and turned around. “Do you like?”
His dark gaze roamed down her body. The white lace lingerie set was purchased just for him. She had hoped he would like it but you could never be too sure.
“Do I like?” he scoffed. His gaze collided with hers as he took a step towards her. Leaning his neck side to side, the sound of the tendons cracking erupted through the small room. He unbuckled his belt, letting his black pants hang low on his hips.
Tori leaned against the wall and hooked her fingers in the waistband of her panties.
“Leave them on.”
She raised an eyebrow but did as she was told and waited in anticipation.
“Baby, I want you so fucking bad right now,” Sebastian said, cupping himself over his pants.
Tori’s body bloomed. She held her hands out to him and spread her legs when he was on her, crashing his lips to hers. In a quick move, he had her against the wall with her legs wrapped around his hips.
“Sebastian,” she breathed, reaching into his pants.
He groaned when she curled her fingers around him and bucked under her hand. She pushed her panties to the side.
“Ready for me?” he asked.
She moaned. “God, yes.”
He thrust into her hard, knocking the breath out of her.
Her heels dug into his ass, pulling him deeper. “Oh God, Sebastian, you feel good.”
He grinned and slammed his mouth against hers. Licking between her lips, his hips sped up, pounding into her with a fervor she hadn’t felt in a while.
Tori moaned, opening to him as his cock bottomed out inside her. Her core clenched around him, squeezing him tight as a tingle of pleasure erupted through her body and exploded into pure bliss. “Sebastian!” she screamed.
He covered her mouth, swallowing the rest of her cries. He came with a roar, filling her with his warmth, shaking around her. “Fuck. Me.”
His hips stopped all too soon. “I love you, wife.”
She smiled, panting. “I love you, husband.”
He released her and placed her on her feet before capturing her mouth in a hard kiss. “Never let me go a week without that again, alright?”
Her cheeks heated. “I wanted our night pure.”
Sebastian winked, his dark eyes going black. “Little one, there will be nothing pure about tonight.”
***
Garrith watched as Keisha giggled while she danced with Antonio. The little boy held her tight, a huge bright grin on his chubby face. Her hips swayed to the fast beat, turning them around in circles. They giggled. The sound of her husky laugh sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his groin, and his dick jumped. He cleared his throat. One day this would be them. Should he wait? Maybe his mom was right.
“Hey son.”
He looked up as his dad sat across from him. “Hey dad.”
“Everything alright?” The older man, although hard around the edges, smiled when his wife walked by. His gray eyes warmed before he looked back at Garrith.
Garrith sighed.
“Whatcha thinkin’?”
“I want this,” Garrith blurted. As soon as the words left his lips, a weight lifted. He did want this. More than ever.
“Then what’s stopping you?”
His father was right. What was stopping him? “I need a ring.”
“Garrith, come with me.”
He followed his dad inside the house, the music quieting as he closed the door behind them.
The larger man headed stopped in his steps and turned to Garrith, his blue eyes warming. “I have something for you. I’ve been waiting all of this time to give it to you and now that I know you’re ready, it’s finally time.”
Garrith frowned. What was he talking about? “Dad…”
His father reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black velvet box. “This was your grandmother’s and then your mother’s. She now wants Keisha to have it.”
Garrith’s eyes widened when he opened the tiny case. This was it. It was time.
“Now, don’t rush into this. Make sure you’re ready. I know you want to spend the rest of your life with her; we both know that. But after the shit you’ve been through, you both need to be ready.”
***
Keisha giggled, swirling around in a circle with Antonio in her arms. God, she loved the little guy.
“Can I cut in?”
She startled at the deep voice by her ear and looked up into the deep blue eyes of her love. Her stomach flipped. “Of course.” She placed Antonio on the ground and watched him walk to his parents before turning to Garrith. He wrapped his arms around her when the music turned to a slow sensual beat.
She looked up at him and snuggled against his chest, inhaling the spicy cologne and scent of man. “Mmm…you smell good.”
Garrith chuckled and cupped the back of her neck. She looked up at him.
He placed a tender kiss on her lips. “Know that I love you, kitten.”
She smiled at the goofy grin that had spread on his face. What had gotten into him? “I do.”
Chapter 26
Six months had passed since Keisha had gotten her memory back. Just a little more than six months had also passed since she gave Garrith all of her. He was right. It was work. Hard work that involved lots of trust and giving on both of their parts. But she was willing to learn, for him and for her. It made their relationship stronger. Thicker. Whole.
She smiled and sighed. The scent of jasmine flowed around her, caressing her skin as she soaked in the bubble bath Garrith had poured for her. She tried begging him to stay, to join her, but something was off. He was nervous, twitchy, and needed to run an errand. She didn’t know what his issue was but she prayed that
everything was alright.
The bang of the front door closing erupted through the house, setting her heart aflutter. Heavy footsteps came up the steps and then silence.
She frowned. “Garrith?”
The bathroom door slowly opened, revealing her love.
Her eyes darkened. “Join me?”
He grinned and slammed the door shut before jumping into the tub with her.
Keisha squealed. “Garrith, you’re fully dressed.”
“I don’t fucking care,” he said, cupping the back of her neck. “I needed to kiss you.”
“But—” His mouth crashed to hers in a demanding kiss. She moaned, opening to him and gripped his soaked white t-shirt. He released her mouth, his eyes blazing with heat and love. A twinkle of excitement and mischief flashed in his eyes.
Keisha raised an eyebrow. “What’s gotten into you?”
He smirked. “You are my rock. My heart beat. You keep me going. Challenge me to be a better man. You show me that there’s nothing wrong with being weak. You make me stronger. You let me live. You love me for me,” he said between tender kisses. He cupped her face in his hands and stared intently into her eyes. “Keisha Lee, you are mine. Always have been. Always will be. I may push you, but you push me just the same. I love you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I want to give you babies. I want to grow old with you. I want you.”
Her heart sped up, her mouth dry.
“Keisha, kitten, love, pet.” He purred the last nickname making her heart skip a beat. “I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?”
Her stomach flipped and she threw her arms around his neck, crashing water over the sides of the tub. “Yes. Oh, God, yes. I will marry you, Garrith.”
He chuckled and held her against him. She lifted her head and placed a hard kiss on his mouth.
“Wait, one more thing.” Garrith reached into his jeans pocket and pulled out a drenched tiny box. He opened it.
Keisha gasped, tears welling in her eyes. “Garrith, it’s beautiful.”
He grinned and put the thick gold band on her finger. “It was my grandmother’s, my mother’s, and now yours.” A solid diamond solitaire shone up at her. It was simply breathtaking, just like the man who gave it to her.
She watched as he pulled off his soaked clothes before sitting behind her and hugging her against him.
“Now, love.” He brushed her hair off of her forehead and kissed linked their fingers. “You wanted more from me. More out of our relationship. No longer playing but taking this lifestyle seriously. You gave me a piece of yourself.”
Keisha’s heart skipped a beat as his words washed over her.
“I want to give you a piece of myself. I want to give you what you need.” He took a breath. “I want you to be my slave.”
Her eyes widened and she looked up at him. “Your s-slave?”
He nodded and brushed his mouth along hers. “Yes.”
“What does that mean?”
Garrith reached over the tub and pulled something out of his pants before turning back to her. He winked and kissed her cheek, holding a black leather collar with a red rose charm dangling from it.
Keisha’s stomach flipped at the sight. “Is that…”
He nodded.
She lifted her hair and waited.
Garrith wrapped the collar around her neck, the cool black leather sending a shiver down her spine as he locked it into place.
The feeling of utter and total submission came over her as he brushed a hand down her arm. “I love you and I want to give you more like you requested. I thought it over and I want to take this to another level. If you’ll let me.”
“Anything. I’ll do anything for us, my love.” And she meant it.
“Like I mentioned a while ago, this won’t be happening while we’re both at work but whenever we’re together, you will be my slave and I’ll be your Master.” He kissed her hair. “Everything you do, will be to please me but I’ll make sure it’s pleasing to you as well. If we’re ever blessed with children, our family will come first. Our marriage comes first. Always. You understand?”
She nodded.
“When we’re in public or if we have guests over, we’ll plan out in advance if we’re going to be in Master/slave mode. I will always let you know. There will be no surprises but know that I will always dominate you like you want, no matter what.”
A thrill ran down her spine.
“This is not something that will happen overnight. I’m new at this and so are you but we will make this work for us.” His voice lowered. “But know this, every time you step foot into our bedroom, no matter what, you will be my slave.”
“Okay,” she breathed. The thought of giving everything to him and making him happy set her heart racing.
“What do you say, love?” he asked, wrapping an arm around her middle.
“Yes,” she said without hesitation. “I know it’ll be work. I know we’ll have moments of doubt but I want this. With you.”
His eyes warmed. “I love you.”
She smiled. “I love you.” She couldn’t help but stare at the beautiful ring. “Where were you earlier?”
He kissed her head. “At Brett’s.”
She frowned. “Really? Why?”
“I was asking him for permission to marry you.”
Her eyes widened and she sat up. “Really? What did he say?”
Garrith grinned. “He said that it was about fucking time.”
Keisha laughed and lay back against his hard chest. Engaged. Her fiancé. Finally. After all of this time, he was going to officially be hers and she would be his. Always and forever.
***
“Garrith Michael Jameson.”
Garrith groaned. What was it with people full-naming him lately? He turned around to a tall man coming up behind him. He frowned. “Enzo Rossi?”
Enzo’s jaw clenched and ran a hand through his short black hair. “Yeah.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I could ask you the same thing, fucker.”
Garrith shook his head and held out his hand. “It’s been awhile.”
Enzo returned the handshake. “Yes, it has. Way too fucking long.”
Lorenzo Rossi. Garrith couldn’t believe his eyes. The guy had disappeared years ago after a tragic accident left his wife and daughter dead. Garrith knew it wasn’t an accident but the result of a drug bust gone bad; the FBI had covered it up.
Ridding his mind of those thoughts, he clapped a hand on Enzo’s shoulder as they both walked into the large building. “You coming back?”
Enzo laughed. “No. I took over ma and pa’s restaurant. I don’t need this place anymore.”
Garrith sighed. He did. He needed the chase and the satisfaction of a job well done. He couldn’t work in an office behind a desk. He needed to be out in the field, doing what he did best. Protecting others.
“So, I hear that you’re getting married.”
Garrith smirked. “News travels fast.”
Enzo smiled a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. The man, although young in his mid-thirties, had seen shit. Things that no man should ever see.
“How’s the leg?”
Enzo knocked his knuckles against his knee. “As good as new. Got the old prosthetic replaced last week.”
You wouldn’t even know the guy had lost most of his right leg by the way he walked. No limp. Technology these days was simply amazing.
“Listen, we need to get together. Catch up and bring that fiancé of yours. I’d like to meet the woman who caught your heart.”
Garrith grinned. She had his heart since they were kids. “Will do, my man. Take care of yourself.”
Enzo smirked, his brown eyes darkening. “Always. Women love scars.”
Garrith shook his head and watched the other man walk away. Something tugged at his heart.
Just as he was about to make his way into the station, his phone rang. Grumbling to himself when he saw
who was calling him, he took a breath. “Jameson.”
“Did you find him?”
Garrith sighed heavily at the slight accented voice coming through the other end of the phone. “Yes.”
“Good.”
“What do you want with him?” Garrith wasn’t a fan of Lucas, hardly knew the guy, but he was friends with Sebastian and that made Garrith protective.
“That’s not important.”
Garrith thought a moment. “You’ve already contacted him, haven’t you?”
Mathis chuckled. “Perceptive.”
“No, I just know how fuckers like you work. Why the hell did you want me to go looking for him then?”
“It made you want to rejoin the FBI, didn’t it?”
Garrith’s jaw dropped. What was he? His fucking savior? “Who are you?”
“Just trying to write the wrongs I’ve made.” And with that, the line disconnected.
Garrith couldn’t believe his ears. Now that was odd.
Clearing his throat, he made his way into the FBI headquarters. His stomach clenched. It had been almost 9 months since he had stepped foot into the building. He prayed that his meeting with his old boss would go well. He needed the job back. If he was turned down, he wouldn’t know what he would do or where he would go. The FBI was etched into his skin. He needed it and he would do just about anything to make sure he got his job back. Beg, grovel, plead…he hoped it wouldn’t come to that, but if it did? He was ready.
***
Keisha left Dr. Santos’ office feeling light as a feather. Since finding out that Matteo was a Dom, it was easier to open up to him. Tell him things that she normally wouldn’t tell a stranger even if they were a doctor. Also helped knowing that he was Garrith’s friend.
She clicked the key fob, unlocking her small navy blue car. Once reaching it, she opened the back door to throw her bag in when she was shoved from behind. She landed on the bench with an oof as a hard body covered hers. The door slammed shut. The scent of alcohol and cigarette smoke filled her nostrils, making her stomach roll.
“I need you so fucking bad,” the man said, grinding his hips against her ass.
Her heart sped up at the deep voice in her ear. Jason.
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