To Forgive & Hold Safe (The Broken Men Chronicles Book 4) (26 page)

By the time dinner was done, Hannah seemed ready to make a mad dash for it.  I figured I’d have us a little more fun.

I stopped her by wrapping my arms around her waist as she attempted to get into the Range Rover.  “I distinctively remember you saying something about the back seat never seeing more than cracker crumbs and spit up at some point,” I said in her ear, nipping its lobe.

“Ben…” She groaned when I pressed my erection against her ass.

“You’re going to get in there, let me strip you down, pay my respects, and then you’ll ride my cock until we both explode.” She moaned, but when she didn’t move, I growled. “Now.”

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman move that quick on command before.

When both of us shut the doors, I locked them, and then quickly lifted Hannah to straddle my waist.

I kissed her hard and full of need, getting straight to business by pulling down the zipper at the back of her green dress.  I pulled its strapless top down to her waist and took in the sight of her bare breasts.

“This is all you’ve been wearing all night?” I asked.

She smiled and pressed herself into me, nipping my bottom lip before licking it.  I sucked her tongue into my mouth, taking over, feeling her velvety heat, tasting her unique flavor.  The roominess of the vehicle was impressive, what with the car seat having been shuffled to Hannah’s parents’ car.  I wasn’t exactly a small guy, standing at six-two, but I had more than enough room to do what I wanted with her.

I laid Hannah back across the seat and pushed the skirt of her dress around her torso, driving my tongue into her depths and moaning in delight at her pungent smell and sweet taste.

“Fuck I’ve missed having you like this,” I said over her moans, driving two fingers into her.  After a few strokes, I had her coming undone, her juices flowing into my mouth as I drank as much of her in.  I needed another one of those orgasms about as much as I needed my next breath.  So I brought her over to the edge again before pulling my pants low enough to sink into her heat with a hard thrust.

I sat us up with her over me and Hannah went wild, bucking, grinding and rotating her hips as I thrust up into her.  “I love you, baby,” I blurted into her neck.

“Oh Ben!  I-I’m…Oh!  I’m coming!” she screamed.

I thanked the higher power above for heavily tinted windows because when that knock on the back driver’s side door came, my heart stopped.

“Take it home you two or I’ll be forced to write you up,” I heard.  “Unless you’re looking to be brought in, that is.”

“Will do, thanks Shane,” I said, no embarrassment despite knowing who it was.  “Stop in some time.”

The man chuckled.  “Sure, but I should be thanking you, Ben.  This is as much action as I’ve seen in weeks.”

When Detective Shane Peters walked away, Hannah asked, “Do you know everyone in this damn town?”

Aside from avoiding a public indecency charge, and risking getting caught twice at the restaurant, I think it was safe to presume the eventual outcome of our evening.

“Now that we’re home,” I clicked the lock to the front door in place, “tell me how you want it.”

“I want it hard, Ben.  So very hard.”  She pressed her ass into my crotch. “Fuck me good.  Don’t be gentle.  I’ve missed this, I’ve missed you.  I’m so sorry, baby.”

I was abrupt in turning her to face me, then gripped her hair to tilt her head back.  “I don’t want your apologies, Hannah.  I knew that you’d be ready in your own time.  Now that you are, you better believe that I’ll be all over you each and every day you’ll let me have you.  Now get that sweet ass of yours up those stairs before I bend you over that chair and fuck you until you come so hard you can’t walk tomorrow.”

Instead of walking toward the stairs, she made a bee line for the aforementioned leather sling-back chair.

“Like this?”  She bent over and lifted her dress, thus framing her flawless and unclothed bottom.

I approached, letting my hand skim the surface of her ass.  “Baby, I want you all over this fucking house right now.” I pulled my hand away, and proceeded to drop my pants.

I was calm, at peace with everything, and for good reason too.  Today I was marrying the love of my life with no hint of nerves or anxiety – at least, not yet – and I wouldn’t be shocked if they never materialized.  I had never been more sure of anything in my entire existence.

The door to mine and the guys’ room opened and Nicole – tiny baby bump and all – came in, dressed in a knee-length emerald strapless dress, her hair and makeup looking impeccable.

“Has Mike seen you yet?” I asked.

She shook her head, indicating the negative.  “I take it you approve?”

“You look beautiful.” I leaned in to kiss her cheek.  “How is she?”

“Hannah’s bouncing off the walls right now.” Nicole laughed.  “She’s been ready for the last hour and a half.  Dee had to hold her back from coming to find you.”

“You mean to say it takes her hours to get herself ready for a date and she’s ready this quick on our wedding day?”

“There’s a difference, Ben.  She was nervous that night, she’s not today.”

I reached up to try and do up my tie, but Nicole smacked my hands down and did the honors.

I chuckled.  “Are you here to see if I’m freaking out?”

“Actually, I came here to drop this off and find my husband.”  She nodded her head toward the box she’d just set on the table beside us.  “By the way, you look handsome.”

“He took off with Jake and Pax just a little while ago.  They should be back-”

A low whistle came from the door, and my gaze lifted toward it.  Mike closed the door and eyed his wife from top to bottom.  “Are you trying to outshine the bride, honey?”

“You should see her if you think this is hot.” Nicole kissed her husband.  “I have to get back, but Hannah wanted you to have this.”  Nicole smirked mischievously as she drummed a few fingers over the top of the box. “For your eyes only?  Must be something good.”

Nicole left with Mike and I found myself alone in the room once more.

I pulled the box on the table toward me and opened it.  Taking the small piece of folded paper from it, I read before rummaging through the rest of the contents.

Ben,

I would have worn these today, but I thought they’d be an inconvenience as the day wore on.  As it is, so much can be said about easy access.

Love you, forever and always,

Your future Mrs. Benjamin Carpenter

I had an idea as to what she meant, but I never expected to see it all.

My hands pulled each item out: garter belt, stockings, bra, and underwear.  All of it white and all of it before me, which meant…

“Holy shit!” The door flew open, causing me to rush in stuffing the whole back into the box.  My woman might be wearing white today, but she was going to be a far cry from angelic, despite her outward appearance.

“Something jump out and bite you in there?” Mike asked, which made Jake and Paxton start laughing.

“You dropped something.” Jake walked up to pick the tiny scrap of lace off the floor and looked at it dangling from his finger.  “Best keep those hidden.  I’ve never seen a groom get his bride out of her underwear that damn fast before.”  Instead of handing them to me, he tucked them in my tux jacket pocket.

Mike busted out laughing. “She didn’t.”

“Oh, she did.” I smirked.

“Damn woman is asking for trouble if you ask me,” Paxton said.

“She’s not asking for it, she’s demanding it,” I stated.

“Call me crazy, but I’m glad we’re not hosting this wedding.  I think my barn’s seen enough action to last a lifetime,” Paxton stated.

Mike let out a loud laugh.  “It’s not on the count of Nic and me.  Who was it that we caught in there with his pasty white ass up in the air?”

Jake shook his head.  “I never thought she had it in her, but after the pub incident…”

Paxton grinned.  “I didn’t lie when I said Allie had a kinky side.”

The conversation was interrupted by Dad who popped his head in through the door.  “Guys, let’s get a move on.  You can talk about your kinky wives when my son’s married off for good this time.” He winked at me.

I could have sworn that I had died and gone to heaven when Hannah came out on her parents’ arms. I mean, I knew she’d look good – better than that, great – but damn!

Mike put his hand on my shoulder and waggled his brows at me.  I turned to look at Hannah, who stopped where I was to take her hand and she winked at me with that sly smile of hers.

“Hello there, handsome,” she murmured.

“Hello, angel,” I grinned before adding, “or am I marrying the devil today?”

“Remember, you’re promising to take me as I am.”

“And it’s the best decision of my life,” I said just in time to hear the Justice of the Peace clear his throat.

Vows were said, promises were made, and tears were shed.

When we were introduced as man and wife, I took my time.  With one hand cradling the back of Hannah’s head, the other went to her lower back as she grabbed on to my tux-covered biceps.  I skimmed her soft lips with mine, barely making contact, then pulled back to utter those three little words before crashing my lips to hers.

Bending my knees, Hannah wrapped her arms around my neck, our lips still sealed, while whistles and applause filled the outdoor space surrounding us.  With my bride in my arms, the wind off of the lake swirling around us, cooling us from the glare of the late afternoon sun, everything couldn’t have been more perfect.

We laughed enormously, cried minimally, and enjoyed ourselves exclusively throughout dinner, the toasts, and the cake cutting, which I have to mention was Hannah’s creation.  How she managed to put together tiers of strawberry cheesecake and turn the whole thing into our wedding cake was beyond me, but she succeeded, and it looked great.  It tasted even better.

I had gone to get Julian from his four grandparents, and brought him over to his mother.

“You’re almost as handsome as your father,” she cooed, cradling him close and dropping a kiss on his head.

“I think he wants a dance with his breathtaking mother.”  I pressed my lips to hers.

She pulled away but stayed close, cupping my cheek. “Only if his father dances with us.”

I wrapped my arms around her, my front to her back, and she melted into me.  Apparently behaving like a family draws attention and before we knew it, cameras were flashing in our direction again.

When the song ended, I motioned for Hannah’s mother to come and get our little guy.

“I was just getting comfy.” My wife pouted.

“Come get comfy with your new husband on the dance floor, but make sure to give our son extra kisses for the night, because your parents are taking him home now.”

She didn’t waste time.

We’d been dancing for a few hours, and I was aching to get out of there with all the grinding Hannah had been doing against me.  It didn’t help my case either when I spent the entire afternoon knowing that she’d been bare under that gorgeous gown of hers.

I was sure as hell glad when Hannah mentioned a walk. I led her back up toward the lodge we had booked for the ceremony and reception.  They had enough rooms for everyone to stay if they chose not to drive home.

“Where are we going?” she asked when I took her down another path to the other side of the property and away from the lodge itself.

“I want some real alone time with my wife.”  That’s when the cabin came into view and Hannah gasped.  “I figured the further from the lodge, the better, while my wife and I celebrate.”

Hannah immediately dropped her clutch to the floor when she took in the canopied bed against a wall of windows, which opened up to a wrap-around deck that faced the lake where there was a small dock.  It was a suite cottage that played host to mostly honeymooners and I figured, after seeing the abode for myself, that it would be perfect to spend our first night as man and wife, instead of being holed up with everyone else in the main building.

I pushed Hannah’s hair to the side and kissed down her spine as I began to unzip the back of her gown, while she continued to take in the room.

“This is amazing,” she said.

“You’re amazing.” I crouched down to finish with the zipper, allowing the material to fall, pooling softly on the floor.

My wife turned to face me and my eyes met their mark: a freshly shaved pussy I could barely hold off from sinking into greeted me.

I got up and began to loosen my tie, but my high-heeled-wearing vixen of a wife walked the few steps to me and took the thing out of my hands, yanking back on it.

“I believe that’s my duty, my loving husband.” My heart sped up with the way she said my title.  I loved hearing it on her lips.

She took her sweet time divesting me of my clothing, and believe me, when it comes down to this penguin suit of mine, the vest and cummerbund, the cufflinks and so on, there was more than enough for her to strip before getting to the goods.  When she did though, boy did I enjoy her warm hands and soft lips as they kissed down my bare chest.

As soon as my pants hit the floor, her mouth was all over my dick.  The soft curls to her hair framed her face perfectly, and her bright green eyes kept hold of mine while she sucked me off to bursting.

I picked her up by her arms and brought my very satisfied looking wife to her feet.

“I’ve been waiting all day to do just that,” she said.  “Along with a few other things.  It’s a good thing we have all night.”

I nodded vigorously.

Her hands were rubbing my chest as she backed me up until my knees hit the edge of the bed. She pushed me down on top of it.

“About those other things?” I scooted back so my head lay on the pillows.

She slowly crawled toward me like a tiger to her prey.  “Stay put and I’ll let you have a taste.”

I arched my brow at her.  “I plan on getting more than just a taste, sweetheart.”

“Only if you-”

I grabbed her arm, pulling her on top, before rolling her under me.  “I don’t take orders, baby.” I nipped her chin. “At least, not in the bedroom tonight.  I give them, and last I checked, you enjoyed it.”

“Well if you didn’t want me riding your face, then-”

“You’ll be riding my face, Hannah, just not from the top.” Following my statement, I pounced.