Page 24 of Stolen Bride
She moans around my cock, and I can’t hold on any longer. I’m about to come when there is a knock at the door. Pulling my massive hard rod out of her hot mouth, I’m pleased to see I’ve ruined her lipstick. Caressing her cheek, I say, “We’ll have to save this for later.”
Quickly I tuck my cock back into my slacks and help my bride-to-be onto her feet, adjusting her robe back in place. I let myself get carried away when I have plans other than her blowing me in front of Baker. Once we’re covered, I call Rocco and say, “Wedding bells.”
“On it,” he replies. I end the call and tuck my phone away.
I give Stella my attention. “A change of plans. Looks like you’re still getting married today.”
“I don’t want to,” she exclaims, glaring at me. I feel irrational anger. She’s willing to marry that asshole, but not me? Well, that’s tough shit because she is.
“Too late. The priest is here.” Adriano holds a knife to Tommy’s throat while keeping his hands tied.
“Father, please come in and marry us.”
“Us?” She looks up at me in surprise. I thought I made that pretty damn clear, but maybe she wasn’t sure of my intentions.
“Of course, ‘us.’ Did you think I’d let you marry that scum?” Her robe slips, and I feel jealousy permeate my brain. I’m going to kill Tommy, so I don’t care if he sees her in a bra, and both of my men were turned around again, so I quickly slid her robe back in place.
“Is it time for us to come into the room?” Gracie asks from the doorway.
“Yes, Hummingbird.”
“Stella,” she squeals. “We’re going to be sisters.” She hugs my bride, who awkwardly gives in to the embrace. Yeah, my sister doesn’t know that I just had my angel on her knees giving me a blow job. Fuck, I’m so hard. I can’t wait to get my bride alone.
“Enough. Save it for later. We need to get going.” My blue balls can’t wait much longer.
Tommy grunts and fights. “You can’t have her.”
“Keep that fucker quiet, or get him out of here.”
“Okay.” Andriano pulls tape out of his coat and covers Tommy’s mouth to keep it shut.
“Father Santos, please continue with the ceremony.” We rush through the service with my sister tucking a blue flower clip into Stella’s hair, although I already have something blue—a pair of somethings.
The second we’re pronounced husband and wife, I slide my ring on my wife’s hand. Her eyes widened. Leaning in for her ears alone, I whisper, “This is real, and I expect you to never take it off or I’ll tan your ass.” The ring was a last-minute item I picked up from my father’s favorite jeweler on the way. He had bought my mother so many pieces that I was guaranteed a quick turnaround with the request I made in the early morning hours after the fire, even down to the inscription. Luckily, her size is pretty standard, and it fits on her slender hand. I bring her delicate hand to my lips and kiss the piece.
I lead her out of the little chapel with my sister and Gabe arm-in-arm. Rocco will bring our other special guestswho missed the ceremony, while Adriano will handle our ex-bridegroom to be handled.
“Take my sister home. We’ll do dinner later to celebrate.” Gabe nods, and then I lead my bride into our waiting limo. As soon as the door closes, I smile as I realize I’ve won. Before I can kiss her, she slaps me across the face.
My fingers wrap around her wrist to stop her next one. “What the hell was that for?”
“Do you get off on a show?” she challenges me. She would have known if I got off. My nut would have been down her throat and all over her face.
I grip her by the throat, pinning her to the back seat. “No, and the evidence is clear since you’re not tasting or wearing my load, but I warned you about running away. I would have fucked you in front of everyone if I didn’t want anyone seeing you naked or hearing you come.”
She tips her chin, brow arched without any fear in her ocean eyes. “I came quite loudly in the club.”
I chuckled and release my grip. “The place was deafening, and we were isolated.”
“Sorry, I forgot you’re used to your party spot.”
“Enough of your shit.” I lift her up on my lap and slide my fingers over her wet opening. “I’m about to fuck you right now for that smart mouth of yours. You drive me insane, woman. I never let anyone speak to me the way you do.”
“He’s going to come after me.” She tries to look out the back window, but I turn her head to focus back on me where it should be.
“That pussy isn’t going to be breathing soon.” I don’t want to talk about any of this when I have the most beautiful creature in the world in my arms and half naked.
“What?” she gasps, pressing her hand to her sexy mouth that I want back on me.