by Dani René
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“Ben, you see those small blue towels? Can you bring them over?” He nods enthusiastically. I have just set up the tripod, making sure it’s not in the way of any guests because they wanted a short video of Lacey walking down the aisle. The rest will be still shots so I can move around during the ceremony.
“Dad?” I glance down and take the small blue microfiber cloths from him. Wiping both the lenses I will need, I place them on the table to the side of the large flower arrangement. “This is fun. Can I help you all the time?”
“You can. I think you can be my personal assistant and when you’re old enough, we can get you a camera just like mine. What do you say, squirt?”
“Yes, please? I want to take pictures when I’m all grown up.” His smile lights up his face and those blue eyes sparkle with excitement. He’s the most incredible thing in my life, besides my soon to be wife.
“Then you will have to finish school, and while you’re studying, I can show you everything I know.” I ruffle his dirty blonde hair till it sticks in every direction.
“I can do that, Dad.” His bright blue eyes shine up at me and I can’t help smiling at my little man. He’s turned my life around because I never thought I would be good enough to be a father, but seeing him immersed in what he’s doing, something I am teaching him, makes me feel like I can do this.
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My eyes follow Ivy to the dressing room and can’t help noticing how beautiful the curve of her ass looks in that dress. It’s like a second skin on her.
“Mom is pretty.” Ben’s words drag my attention away from her and he has a big smile on his face. I want to ruffle his hair, but I don’t because Ivy will kill me.
“She does look really pretty.”
“Do you love mom?” This little guy continues to leave me speechless because he seems to pick up on the smallest things and I can see we will have our hands full.
“Yes, I love your mom very much and that’s why I am moving in with you and her when we get home. We will be a family.” I pull him closer, giving him a cuddle.
“I like that. I want you to be my dad forever.”
“That’s the plan, squirt.”
“Hey.” I turn to see Kenna, she’s wearing an peach colored off the shoulder dress and her hair is pinned up in a messy bun. “I hear congratulations are in order.”
“Yeah, I couldn’t wait. It’s something I needed to do, you know?” She nods with a smile creeping on her face. “What?”
“Cole and I.” She turns and I see something flickering in her eyes.
“But…” I glance around, then back to Kenna.
“We have a plan. Lacey is getting married, but Cole isn’t the groom.” My brows pinch into a frown.
What is she talking about?
“Ken—” I am cut off by music. We all turn to see Ivy with a small bouquet of white roses making her way down the aisle. My heart ricochets in my chest and I am struggling to swallow. Fuck, she’s perfect.
My whole body reacts to seeing her walk down the aisle. The shimmering diamond earrings and the necklace that shines against her skin have my eyes wanting to pop out. Every movement she makes is controlled, practiced, but she looks natural and beautiful.
I rise and head to the camera, turning on the recording.
When she reaches the platform where the priest is standing, she stops and turns. Her gaze lands on me and she smiles. It’s quiet for a second and then we see Lacey. There is no groom yet and I am even more confused now. As she and her father near the altar, the old man’s gaze lands on the place where Cole is supposed to be standing. I have never seen someone have a heart attack, this would be the first and when I turn to see what he’s looking at my mouth gapes.
Lacey’s boyfriend from college is standing there dressed in a suit. We all turn back to the bride and find her smiling like it’s her wedding day and everything is going to plan and not like her father is about to have heart failure at the sight of the man waiting at the altar.
“What is the meaning of this?” Her father’s voice is shrill, and that makes me smile. The man who’s always hated me is now being defied by both his daughters and that is enough to send a sane man mad.
“It’s my wedding, Daddy.” Her smile is pure satisfaction.
“This is ridiculous, where is Cole?” He grunts with anger. Her father’s face is bright red at this stage and I am sure he’s about to pass out.
“I am not marrying Cole. All your conniving is being put to an end Dad. I don’t love Cole and he doesn’t love me and I am not carrying his baby, it’s Aiden’s.” The guests are silent, watching intently. It could be an episode of a goddamn soap opera.
“Lacey Devereaux, don’t you dare—”
“Dad, if you can’t be happy for me, then I suggest you walk away because I am getting married, just not to the man you wanted.” She spins on her heel and faces the priest who’s face is frozen in shock. “Right, let’s get on with it then.” I glance over at my girl and she’s smiling from ear to ear.
Mr. Devereaux stalks away and I know this won’t be the end of it. He will try to hurt his daughter in another way, but for now, he’s gone.
“Told you.” A whisper beside me drags me from the shocked state and my gaze falls on Kenna beside me. For the first time since I met her there’s a fire in her eyes and she looks genuinely happy.
“I am happy for you princess.” She nods and smiles.
“And me for you, Jayce.” She whispers. As the guests sit back, I stop the video with the small remote, happy that I caught that on camera. As the ceremony begins, there’s only one woman I can’t take my eyes off of and she’s standing directly in my line of sight dressed in a figure hugging dress, her beautiful blonde hair is glowing in the dim lights, and her eyes are sparkling with mischief.
I fucking love that woman.
The wedding was perfect, even with my father storming out, but watching my sister marry the man she loves has made me eager for my own. To be Mrs. Alexander. “You look incredible in that dress, but all I can think of is getting you out of it.” His breath fans over my skin as he whispers.
The party is still in full swing and after the two glasses of champagne I had on an empty stomach; my hormones are all over the place.
“Jayce, you will have to wait until we’re upstairs.” I hiss back at him as Bryce flops down next to us and gives us the once over.
“Do you want me to to take Ben tonight? I don’t mind.” The cheeky wink he offers tells me we’re being pretty obvious.
“Are you sure? We don’t want to be a bother.”
“Ivy, baby girl, I have known you forever. Alone time for you both is what’s needed. Since we’re headed off in the morning, I reckon you should have one night of unbridled sex in New Orleans.” I can’t help giggling.
“Bryce, you’re a good man.” Jayce reaches out and they shake on it.
“I need to propose a toast though. To two amazing people, who I always knew were meant to be, and I told you enough times to find him. I am happy you finally did. I wish you both the happiest life together and many more babies.”
“Thank you, Bryce.” We say in unison and burst out laughing. As I finish my third glass of champagne, I turn to our son, he’s been coloring his superhero book all evening, and it is way past his bedtime. “Ben, will you stay with Bryce tonight? We’re going to your dad’s house in the morning.”
“Yes please?” I stand up and give Ben a cuddle, kissing him on the forehead. Then he hops over to his dad and gives him the biggest hug.
“Goodnight Dad.” With a kiss, he’s gone with Bryce chatting away about superheroes and cartoons.
“Well, Firefly, it looks like it’s you and me tonight and there is so much I want to do with you.”
“I suppose we better head off and do those things.” Jayce stands and offers me his hand. Pulling me up, our bodies are flush and the heat radiating off him has me squeezing my thighs together. I remember all the things Jayce
and I used to do, and now that I have him back I can only imagine how naughty he will get. “I need to say good night to Lacey first.” Heading toward the bride and groom on the dance floor, I tap her on the shoulder.
She is positively glowing, and I am happy that my sister finally has her fairytale ending. It’s been four long years and to see her smile the way she is tonight makes my heart fill with love for her. If it wasn’t for her, I may never have the second chance I do now.
We’ve had our fall outs growing up, but she’s been my rock through everything that happened with Jayce. When she found out what my father did to him she told me, the only problem was that I was too scared to even think about seeing him again because he let me go.
“I will see you soon sis, enjoy your honeymoon.” We hug for a moment and I feel like everything will finally work out. There is no longer a threat of my father, or her impending wedding to a man she doesn’t love and I will be an aunt in seven months, so there’s that.
“You two will end up making another little one, I am sure.” Her cheeky wink has my eyes widening. Shit! My pill. The worry flooding my mind as I say my goodbyes has my heart racing. Does he want another baby?
As Jayce and I head off to his room, my nerves are shot since my father’s departure earlier when the reception began, I saw the disdain in his expression after he saw the ring on my finger, that’s something I could have done without.
“Jayce, I uhm…” His gaze falls on me, crystal pools peer down. How do I tell him I forgot my pill? It doesn’t mean I am pregnant, but, there is still the chance it could happen. Everything that’s happened over the past few days has had my mind in a whirl.
“Baby, what’s wrong?” He unlocks the door to his bedroom, and tugs me in behind him.
“There… I… Shit, I forgot to take my pill for a few days, and, I mean…”
“Is that all?” Lifting my gaze, I find amusement on his handsome face.
“What do you mean? I could be—”
“It means I may have another beautiful baby with you, yes and I look forward to seeing you glowing.” He pulls me in, holding me against his rock hard body, and I mean every rock hard inch of him is pressed against me. “Now, I want you out of that fucking dress, on the bed, kneeling for me so I can take photos of that incredible body.”
This is us, our foreplay, and when I’m whimpering and moaning, he will take me and make me a quivering mess. And I love every fucking second of it.
“It’s been a while, Flash. I missed this.” Tugging the zipper of my dress down, the heat of his chest on my back has me shivering. The ache coils low in my stomach, and the hunger I have for him that never goes away is a constant. And the love I have for him is another, one I can’t imagine living without.
“It has, little Firefly and my cock is hard, waiting to see how many pretty tears you cry before you beg.” He leans in and whispers in my ear. “And when you beg, you make me fucking hard, and you know what happens then…” His tongue darts out, licking the shell of my ear. “Then I get to fuck my little Firefly, hard, deep, and slow.” His tongue moves down my neck. The wet heat he leaves on my skin has goose bumps rising on every inch of my skin. “Until you scream my fucking name.”
“I love your filthy mouth, Flash.” I giggle at the groan in his chest. With a loud swat on my ass, he turns and heads to the equipment on the desk. My dress pools at my feet and I kneel on the white cotton sheets dressed in a black bra and panties with a bright pink ribbon laced through the edge.
He twists to see me kneeling on the bed, facing him. The normally ice blue of his eyes turn dark. Those midnight blue pools send a jolt of pleasure through me. “You’re so fucking beautiful, I wish I had rope, I miss seeing you bound with beautiful intricate patterns. I know it makes that little pussy wet, and your nipples hard, but for now, I will have to just tease your body with my tongue, fingers, and cock till you beg for more.”
His words add fuel to the fire and I love it. My body is alive with need. An ache deep inside me is begging for him to skip the foreplay and just take me, but I know he won’t. That’s not how he does things. He doesn’t rush; everything is slow, controlled, and painfully sexy.
The way he moves toward me. The heated stare and the curl of his full lips into a wickedly naughty smirk, already has me whimpering.
“Are you just going to stand there all night?” I ask playfully. Leaning down on my hands and knees, I push my breasts together, teasing him. I watch his gaze fall to my cleavage, he licks his lips and I realize I have him where I want him.
The bulge in his pants is evidence of his arousal, and I can’t wait to get my mouth around it; to feel him slide in so deep until he hits the back of my throat.
“Are you thinking about sucking my dick, Firefly? Because your eyes are glued to my zipper.” The amusement in his tone is clear and I stifle a giggle.
“Maybe.”
The click of the camera echoes through the room as he stalks around the bed taking photo’s of my near naked body, and my pulse races in anticipation. When he’s behind me, all I hear is the shutter.
The flash is on which illuminates the room. He turns on the bedside lamp and takes another two shots. He loves the darker shots where the shadows are cast under the low light; they’re beautiful and alluring.
“You’re perfect.” He places the camera on the bed and hands me a string of white pearls. I put the them over my head, and they hang between my breasts down to my belly button. “Close your eyes, baby. Lean back.” I obey and my eyes flutter closed when the feel of silk against my skin sends a tingle through me.
He trails the soft material over my chest, down my stomach and over my thigh. It slips between my legs over the heated core of my panties.
Another few clicks and his voice fills the room.
Low. Seductive. Raspy.
“Take your bra off and that scrap of material you call panties.” This time I giggle because he always says that when I am wearing a thong. Once my bra is unclasped, I drop it to the floor.
I open my eyes and watch him as I slide my thong over my hips and down my legs. His tongue flicks out, wetting his lips. As soon as the material hits the floor, he lifts the camera, but he doesn’t take a photo. He’s waiting. I know what he wants. My thighs splay open to his hungry gaze. The heated stare scorches me, inside and out.
My hand drifts down to my slick pussy, and I slide a finger between the bare folds. I flick my clit which sends waves of pleasure through my body. My hips rise involuntarily and I let out a soft moan.
His growl shows he’s enjoying the show and he’s frozen in the moment, because I haven’t heard the shutter since I started. When I slide two fingers into my core, his voice once again fills the room. “Jesus fucking Christ, Firefly. You’re so wet. That little cunt is glistening.” His words roll over me and spur me on.
My fingers slide into my molten core, moving faster and deeper. I am on the edge when suddenly his order comes from in front of me. “Stop.” Immediately my fingers leave my soaking wet entrance. Lifting my head, I watch him place the camera down, he drops his briefs and turns to face me. “You’re getting fucked tonight.”
His crude promise has my body pulsing, but I whimper at the emptiness. I want him inside me, filling me. Without another word, he pulls a silk tie from the suitcase and ties my hands above my head. Once I am secure, he kneels between my thighs with his body hovering over mine.
With that skillful tongue, he licks his way from my ear down my neck. Leaving a trail of goose bumps in his wake, he kisses my chest, and moves his mouth to my nipples, laving and licking at one and then the other. My body is in overdrive and my head thrashes from side to side.
“God, please, Jayce. Flash. I want you inside me.” He ignores me as he always does. His teeth rake over my hardened buds sending jolts of pained pleasure to my throbbing clit. My hips rise again and again, but he pins me down with both hands as his mouth travels south.
He breathes over my belly causing goosebump
s to rise, and when his tongue dips into my bellybutton I can’t help crying out. My body is a quivering mess, just like he wants me. “Please, fuck, Jayce.”
The feather light kisses he whispers on my hips have me trembling and when I feel his lips on my pussy, I cry out again begging, pleading, and whimpering.
Soft kisses on the bare lips of my core have me bucking against his mouth. His teeth graze the sensitive skin of my inner thighs and my legs splay wider to him.
“Fuck, you smell so good. You’re dripping. I love this little pussy all wet and needy.” Flattening his tongue, he laps at my entrance. “God, you taste like heaven, I can eat your cunt all night.” His raspy tone sends shivers over me and my skin breaks out in goose bumps.
With his thumbs, he opens my folds, licking and nibbling at my drenched core. He plunges a finger inside me as his teeth graze my clit. The throb and ache of my release is teetering on the edge, but he doesn’t allow me to fall. I am hovering on the edge.
He inserts a second digit into my pulsing core and I can’t hold back. “Please, I need it, please let me come?”
Tears are rolling down my cheeks as I plead with him. My body is coiled so tight; the ache deep in my belly is pulling and tugging me under. My orgasm teases just out of reach as he flicks his tongue on my throbbing bud. “Please, God, please, I need to come.” His fingers pump into me faster and deeper.
“Come for me Firefly, give me your sweet honey.” He crooks both fingers and finds my sweet spot sending me spiraling. My grip on the sheets is painful as my body convulses. My pussy clenches around his digits and my eyes shut so tight I see stars exploding like fireworks.
The words I am mewling are raspy and I don’t even think they’re English. As he slowly slips his fingers from my molten core, I glance down. Those beautiful ice-blue eyes are now dark and stormy, filled with innate desire.
“Please fuck me, Flash? I need you so much.” He kneels up, hovering over my body. The tip of his rigid erection teases my sensitive folds.
