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“Don’t get ahead of us.”
I kissed Belle’s head then lifted her chin to look at me. “We're about to turn into Creed’s Lake.”
She looked around. “How would you know? There’s no windows.”
“I’m a former special forces operative. It’s something I want you to remember. If anything, ever happens and someone takes you, remember to memorize every turn and count how many times the vehicle has stopped. If you are in a trunk or blindfolded, it’ll be useful if you have a chance to slip away and call 911. Every detail you can give them will help them find your location.”
Creed spoke up. “I’ve turned it into a game with Addie. I have her close her eyes and once we get where we are going she can tell me every detail.”
Chapter Twenty-Six
Belle
My sweet husband was acting like it was a real wedding. He carried me to his truck, stopped it on our way home three times to kiss me, then carried me over the threshold.
I wasn’t too surprised to see a bunch of side by sides at our house when we arrived. When we walked inside the aroma of food hit me right away, I was hungry. Everyone was there waiting for us. Creed, Morgan, Steph, Granger, Travis, Wrenly, Bolton and her boyfriend Darren, Heidi and her husband Matt, Scott and Melissa, Josh Magnus, Kayla, Patrick who I hadn’t met yet, and Creed’s little brothers.
I was handed a glass of bubbly Champaign as soon as Michael put me down after carrying me inside. “Congratulations!” Everyone clapped as soon as we walked in the door. Michael wasn’t the only one that was treating our marriage as real.
There was a buffet of foods in the kitchen, there were beautiful flowers and streamers everywhere. I looked around and saw everyone except my brother. I hoped he wasn’t in his bedroom, in fact, I hadn’t seen him since the day before when he helped bring in the Christmas tree.
“Where’s Addie?” Michael asked and Morgan spoke up.
“We didn’t want to confuse her or any of the kids, so she’s with my parents at our place.”
She was right to do so, since who knew if we would last a month or want a spiritual wedding down the road. We laughed and had a great time with everyone. I loved every moment, and it was my first celebration. Back home we never celebrated anything, not even weddings. I looked around at each person and realized they really did seem like a group of people that formed a bond of true family. Half of the people eventually went to the basement to play pool and have beer while the other half stayed upstairs near the food.
A few hours later, I was putting the last of the food away as Michael shut the door when the last person left. He looked over at me. “I didn’t think they were ever going to leave.”
“It was very kind of them to do this for us.” I shut the fridge door.
He walked toward me. “Bellemy Axton, how does that feel?”
I smiled. “Like I belong. I have a new name just like I have a new life. It’s fresh and new, exciting and it feels right.”
“Alexa, play Thought of You by Sam Barber.” He wrapped his arms around me. “I’m starting to believe you were born to carry my name and it’s the most beautiful name I ever heard.” He studied my eyes, then dove in to kiss me. “I’ve been waiting all day to do this here while we are alone.” He whispered against my lips. We began swaying to the music as he kissed me.
That kiss was just a little different. He held me tightly in his arms as we slow danced in the kitchen. His kiss was deeper, even more passionate, and I was at his mercy. My fingers ran through his hair as he wrapped his in my hair. My body wanted to invite him inside me, accept him into my warmth, and be as close as a manand woman could be. I was practically panting as my inner core screamed at me and demanded his attention. The dance stopped and he walked me into the counter before his lips left mine and trailed against my cheek, then his teeth gently bit down on my earlobe just before his lips kissed just under my ear, causing me to shiver.
I went to unbutton his shirt, but he stopped me. “I’m not making love to you tonight, Belle.”
Instant pain shot through my heart.
He brushed his lips up my neck until they reached my ear. “Do not think it’s not killing me inside, because I want to so bad that my body will punish me later.” His grip on my hair tightened and he not so gently tilted my head to the side. “It’s because when I truly marry you, it'll be in front of God and everyone else we love.” His voice deepened just a little and his grip tightened a little more onto my hair, causing a tad bit of pain that oddly turned me on even more. “Our first time will be raw, deep, and I will be bare inside you.” He let out some sort of growl. “And you will be begging your husband to come deep inside you.” He kissed my neck then I shivered when his breath left a hot trail against my skin. “But that doesn’t mean I won’t make you feel things you never knew existed until tonight.”
I swallowed hard. “Yes, please.”
He parted my lips with his and his tongue brushed against mine. Our heavy breaths matched as my grip on him tightened. The hand that wasn’t in my hair trailed up my dress, softly leaving goosebumps in its wake. “By the time I’m done with you tonight, you’ll be on your knees begging me for that white wedding dress and a wedding night that will fool your soul into thinking it’s in heaven.”
I was panting against his lips when his fingers slipped inside my panties. “Please don’t stop.” I begged him just as his thumb met my sensitive little nub. I instigated a deep kiss as my heart relentlessly pounded against my chest. A whimper left my lips as he swirled his thumb against it. Nothing ever felt so good, and I felt no shame for enjoying it. His other fingers sneaked inside my panties, and he took a sharp breath against my lips.
“Jesus Belle, you’re so perfect and soaking wet for me.” He kissed me hard then whispered against my lips. “Have you ever touched yourself until your soul leaves your body?” He suddenly dipped one finger inside me, and I believe my eyes may have rolled back into my head.
“No, I’ve never touched myself.” I was raised to believe it was a sin.
He slowly massaged my nub and gently pushed his finger in and out of me. My desire was out of control. I wanted and needed more but he tortured me with slow strokes against my inner walls. “I need more.” My hands were trembling because I never wanted anything more in my entire life.
“Then my wife is just about to share her first orgasm with me.” He whispered against my lips then bit my lip the second he entered another finger. His lips parted mine wide then he kissed me so hard my head tilted back. I could have burst out in tears because I wanted something so desperately, but it wasn’t happening quick enough.
