The Passion & Vows Series
Page 27
Holy Fuck.
Jenna entered the room wearing a long, silky, white gown. It was strapless, showing off her gorgeous shoulders and elegant neck. It molded to her body until it reached her hips, then flowed all the way to the ground. Her brown hair was swept up in a loose bun thing and diamonds sparkled in her ears. She looked like an angel. More perfect than I could have ever imagined when the sales lady helped me pick out the dress.
Her smile was brilliant as she walked over to stand in front of me. “Looking good, Mr. Evans,” she teased.
I swallowed hard, fighting sweeping waves of emotion. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, soon-to-be Mrs. Evans,” I choked out.
Her face softened, and the love shining brightly from her green eyes made warmth bloom in my chest and contentment spread throughout. Finally, she was about to be mine.
Tom moved into place and took us through a short but sweet ceremony. I made a mental note to tip the man for skipping all the boring stuff. Then, he pronounced us man and wife. I gathered Jenna into my arms and kissed her with every ounce of love in my heart.
“You’re mine,” I sighed against her lips.
“Damn straight,” she giggled.
“It’s a good thing you’ve got another wedding dress,” I growled as I held Jenna’s hand and drew her into the bedroom of our hotel suite.
“What?” she asked with a laugh.
“This dress is sexy as fuck, baby. I’ll try not to tear it, but I make no guarantees because I intend to fuck you in it.”
Her eyes turned molten and her lips slid into a seductive smile. “Wait until you see what’s underneath it.”
My mouth crushed down on hers as my hands slid into her hair, dislodging the pins so it flowed down around my hands.
A part of me knew I should be gentle. It was our wedding night, and I should be making love to my wife. That would be round two I decided as my cock wept for release. Slowly, I backed her up until we hit a wall.
I tugged down the top of her dress until her tits popped free and latched onto one rosy nipple while toying with the other. She tunneled her hands into my hair, yanking roughly on the strands when I bit her hard peak. I switched my mouth to her opposite breast and sucked it hard, pinching the other. Jenna cried out and her head fell back, bumping against the wall as she came. Her tits had become incredibly sensitive since getting pregnant, and it didn’t take much to set her off.
Kissing her again, I unbuckled my pants and liberated my aching cock. Then I dropped to my knees and put my hands under her skirt, running them up her smooth legs until I reached—
“What exactly do you have on under this dress?” I asked gruffly, feeling only naked flesh under my fingertips.
“Nothing,” she panted.
Motherfucker. I bunched Jenna’s skirt up around her waist. “Hold this up,” I demanded. When she complied, I grabbed her ass and bought my mouth to her bare pussy. I licked up the seam before plunging my tongue inside her. She bucked and moaned, fueling my desire to make her come. I worked her through another orgasm, then surged to my feet.
I still had a tight grip on her ass and used it to lift her up and impale her on my swollen cock. Our cries mingled with the pounding of our hearts and I stilled to let her adjust to my size, as well as to savor the moment.
“Now, Quinn,” she commanded in a breathy voice. It was adorable and unbelievably sexy at the same time.
“You want me to move, baby?” I teased. The joke was on me when she squeezed her inner muscles and snapped my control. I slammed into her, bottoming out very time. “Fuck yes! Squeeze me with your tight little pussy, Jenna. Fucking suck me dry when I come.”
“Oh yes! I’m so close!” she stuttered.
“I can feel it, baby,” I grunted. “I can feel your muscles gripping me. Just hold on a little longer.”
“I can’t I—fuck! Yes!”
Her pussy was strangling my cock and with every drag against her walls, I spiraled higher. “Come, baby,” I whispered in her ear, and she clamped around me like a fucking vice as she screamed. I could barely pull out for one last thrust and when I was embedded to the root again, I followed her into oblivion.
Later that night, after I’d made love to my wife, worshipped every inch of her body, I watched her sleep, cuddled in my arms. My eyes dropped to her left hand as it rested against my chest. The diamond sparkled, but it was the platinum band nestled up against it that had a smile gracing my face. It matched the one on my left ring finger. They announced to the world that she was mine and I was hers.
Epilogue
Jenna
“I deserve an award for going to a poolside barbeque when I’m so freaking huge,” I grumbled while I waited for Quinn to help Bryden out of his car seat. Ever since he turned two a couple of weeks ago, our baby boy had decided that he could do everything himself—or at least provide his version of help. As we were leaving for the party at Xander and Calista’s house, he’d managed to jam the harness clip on his car seat, and now the button wasn’t releasing properly. “Nobody else is pregnant, and I’m going to look like a beached whale. The least Aspen could have done is gotten knocked up again so I wouldn’t have been alone this time around.”
Quinn glanced over his shoulder, laughing at my ridiculousness. Aspen and my brother already had their hands full with Carter, Willow, and Lacey. They didn’t need to add to the madness at their house with a fourth baby. Not yet, anyway. If Weston had his way, they’d end up with enough kids to fill a minivan in no time. Not that I could judge them for it since there would be only twenty-five months between Bryden and his baby brother or sister. We weren’t sure if we were going to have a boy or a girl since I’d wanted it to be a surprise this time around.
Quinn finally lifted Bryden out of his seat and turned to set him on the ground next to me. As soon as he was down, he ran towards the house as fast as his little legs would take him. Quinn wrapped his arm around my back as we followed after our son. “If you don’t know how sexy you are, then I’m seriously falling down on the job.”
“Of course you think I’m sexy.” I rubbed a hand over my swollen belly. “You see this, and all you think about is how you put it there and how horny being pregnant makes me.”
His dark eyes flared possessively, and I knew exactly what was coming next. Even after being together for eight years, married for almost three, he was as territorial as ever. “Then you’ve got nothing to worry about since I’m the only one who should be looking at your sexy body in your swimsuit anyway.”
“Whatever,” I mumbled, rolling my eyes. “Maybe I’ll sit with Jessa. She does such a good job blending into the woodwork that nobody will notice us hiding in the corner.”
“Like you’ll be able to resist getting in the pool with Bryden,” he chuckled.
He was right, too. Barely fifteen minutes into the party, I found myself in the pool with Quinn and our squirming son, who was trying to pull his arm floaties off. Bryden wanted to swim with Xander and Calista’s youngest, Kiefer, but he didn’t want to go in the water without his mommy. So off went my cover-up and into the water I went. I was floating on my back, my big belly sticking out of the water, while Quinn and Xander played with the boys. Weston was playing with Carter and Willow on the slide and swings, which left Calista and Aspen free to sip margaritas on the patio.
I swam towards the side of the pool near where they were sitting. “Hey!” I called. “Can one of you lazy pants grab the pregnant lady a drink, please.”
Calista roared with laughter, but Aspen chuckled softly while she rose to her feet. She walked towards me and crouched down to hand me the full glass she’d been holding. “Here you go.”
I wrinkled my nose at her. “You know I can’t drink that!”
“Sure you can. There isn’t any alcohol in mine.”
“There isn’t?” I was so damn thirsty I grabbed it from her hand and gulped down half the contents before it dawned on me why she wasn’t drinking tequila in her margarita.
“Wait! Are you pregnant?”
“Yeah.” She beamed at me. “We just found out this morning.”
“Ohmigosh!” I squealed. I tried to climb out of the pool to give her a hug, but I couldn’t quite swing it.
“Careful, baby.” One of Quinn’s warm hands wrapped around my waist. “I’ve got you.”
He always had. From that very first day.
Curious about Weston & Aspen? I’m Yours, Baby is their story. And you can read about Xander and Calista in Safe With Me, Baby.
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Also by Fiona Davenport
Risqué Contracts Series
Penalty Clause
Contingency Plan
Fraternization Rule
Yeah, Baby Series
Baby, You’re Mine
Baby Steps
Baby, Don’t Go
Dance With Me, Baby
I’m Yours, Baby
Brief Me, Baby
Play with Me, Baby
Safe with Me, Baby
Mafia Ties: Nic & Anna
Deception
Danger
Devotion
Mafia Ties: Brandon & Carly
Pursuit
Power
Passion
Sex & Vows
Until Death Do We Part
For You, I Will
From This Day Forward
Standalones
Not-So Temporarily Married
My Father’s Best Friend
My Step-Dad’s Brother
About the Author
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