by M. C. Decker
“I can tell that you’ve missed me as much as I’ve missed you, Ireland. I can see the desire building in your eyes.”
Bentley unzipped my jeans and put his hand down my front. He parted my already slickened pussy with two of his fingers and I whimpered at the sudden and very much desired contact.
“You’re already so wet for me, Ireland. God, I’ve missed you,” he said, burying his head in my chest.
He kept working me with his fingers until I felt my temperature rise and my legs begin to pulse around his waist. As he continued to fuck me harder with his fingers, he gently brought his thumb to my clit where he rubbed small circles on the trembling nerve.
“Oh my god,” I panted. “Please don’t stop. Don’t ever stop.”
I opened my eyes and saw Bentley’s chocolate orbs staring deeply into my soul. I came undone with the fiercest orgasm, right on his lap. Before I had time to come down from my high, Bentley stood and lifted me with him, walking us both back to the bedroom. Tonight he was a man on a mission—and I was his sole task.
Ireland
I was standing with my toes buried beneath the white sand, overlooking the Atlantic Ocean on the beautiful island of Saint Lucia. The sight of Bentley holding Lexi in her little white gown that matched my own nearly took my breath away. Tanner stood next to his father in a matching tuxedo that made him look so handsome and grown up. As much as Katie begged us not to have a destination wedding, I knew it was what I truly wanted. Just the four of us in our own little piece of paradise.
I’d promised Katie and Greg as well as Bentley’s family that we’d have the biggest party to celebrate our marriage when we got home, but today was about us—our little family. The four of us—forever entwined.
After the minister said a few words, it was time to recite our vows. I thought I’d be too nervous to say my own, but now that the time had come, I’m glad Bentley had talked me into writing our own. He really was a hopeless romantic just as I accused him of being all those months ago at the coffee shop.
“If you don’t mind, I’d like to go first,” I asked of the minister.
He nodded as I began, “James Bentley, I knew at just seven years old that you were someone special. You were my first love—my only love. I never wanted to love another. Just you—only you—forever you,” I said, pausing to watch him smile down at our daughter. “I promise to love you for all time. We’ve already been through the best and the worst. It was difficult, but through it all our love has always entwined us. I will love you until I take my last dying breath. You and me—forever entwined.” Bentley held out his hand as I slid a titanium band on his finger.
With each word I spoke, I could see tears forming in the corner of Bentley’s eyes. “Ireland, I wasn’t looking for a best friend the day you came into my life, and I certainly wasn’t looking for a best friend who was a girl,” he said, as Tanner laughed quietly at his side. “But, there you were with your curly blond hair and big emerald eyes staring back at me. I knew from that moment on that I needed you in my life. I may have harassed you relentlessly about playing pretend wedding with you, but I secretly wished even as a child that one day it wouldn’t be pretend.
“As I grew into a young man, with you still at my side, I knew that I needed you as my wife. I thought we would be here a lot sooner, but I thank God every day that we’re here now. You’re all I’ve ever wanted in life even when I thought I could go on without you. Truth is, I may have been breathing without you in my life, but I wasn’t really living.
“Ireland Erin O’Brien, you’re my sun, my moon, and the stars in my sky. You’re the air that I breathe. I promise to love you, respect you, and cherish you from this day forward. You said it perfectly, Shamrock. You and me—forever entwined,” he said, placing a platinum, diamond-encrusted band on my finger.
Before the minister even had time to announce us as husband and wife, or tell Bentley to kiss his bride, he was handing Lexi off to her big brother and scooping me up in his arms.
“What are you doing?” I asked.
“I think we should go play in the ocean,” he said with a mischievous laugh.
“You wouldn’t dare!” I screamed as he began running to the edge of the beach where he finally set me down.
“I love you, Mrs. Roberts,” he said, searing my lips with a kiss as the waves washed over our feet.
“I love you too, Mr. Roberts—forever.”
M.C. Decker is the author of the Unspoken Series and the newly released standalone novel, Love Entwined. She lives in a suburb of Flint, Michigan with her husband, Brian, and spoiled-rotten Siamese cat, Simon. For the last decade, she has worked as a journalist for several community newspapers in Michigan. She enjoys all things '80s and '90s pop culture: movies, boy bands, music and especially the color, hot pink. She also strictly lives by the motto, "Life is better in flip flops," and is a diehard Detroit Tigers fan.
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