Page 11 of His Everything
“Hot stuff?” He leans over me, little trembles still rolling through him which makes me feel incredibly sexy, his brow lifted curiously as I smile lazily at him.
“Yeah, you got a problem with me thinking you’re hot?” I muse, smiling beneath the kiss he gives me.
“Nope, just making sure I heard right. It’s the first time you’ve call me anything other than just Jayden, but for the record, I like it and if you hadn’t just drained my dick, I’d show you how much. I also was trying to see which kind you grabbed because it felt a ton better than the first one we used,” he adds, holding up the wrapper and my brow lift curiously at that. “I got a couple variety packs, they have four different kinds in each, so I figure we should keep score of which we like best.”
“That would be anything with you, papa bear,” I muse, earning a kiss that keeps me wrapped up all safe and warm the rest of the night.
Chapter 8
Jayden
The second the officiant says Lucy’s mine, my lips are on hers and the cool feel of metal on my finger and against my cheek are the only things that keep me from pushing it too deep. It feels like a miracle to be married to her. I was certain she was pulling away two weeks ago when she declined the offer from the clerk that gave us our marriage license to see about having the twenty-four hour waiting period waived and letting a judge marry us right then and there.
It took us almost a week after moving into the new place to get there to begin with thanks to school and her hours at the restaurant. Although she did cut back to working just Tuesdays, Thursdays, and alternating Friday or Saturday nights, so she has more time at home with me and Liam. That part we both love.
When she said the waiver wasn’t needed, my heart dropped, positive that before I knew it, she’d tell me she changed her mind and wasn’t ready to marry me. She waited until we were on the street to say anything, but her words were a relief entirely. The fact that she didn’t want to get married without Liam with us made complete sense because even if we’d scheduled anappointment for that day, we’d never be able to get Liam and get back there on time for it.
Then she added that getting married in a courtroom just felt cold, and I wasn’t about to argue. I offered for us to have a real wedding, the license was good for sixty days, and even if we had to file for a second one because it expired, as long as she married me, I’d be fine with it. So I’m definitely not arguing that now, two weeks later, she’s all mine.
Seeing her coming up the little aisle with Liam made my heart stop, then restart with a quickening cadence taking in the dress she originally didn’t want to go shopping for. She was fine to get married in a regular dress at the apartment even, just not in a courtroom. I wanted her to have something special and found an opening today here at the park that we could get a permit for still, then found an officiant online, and finally sent her dress shopping with Mrs. Holmes when she admitted she really didn’t have a lot of friends, just acquaintances from school and the restaurant she didn’t feel comfortable going with.
Thank god for Mrs. Holmes, because she got my girl into a stunning lacey masterpiece that I’m going to enjoy taking off her later. Especially since she’s keeping Liam for the night.
The dress hugs her body, showing off her delicate curves, the blush color of it perfect. It has lace sleeves and a low, but not too low, v-neck that highlights her breasts. The amethyst necklace I bought her twinkles in the sunshine around her neck, and despite the cool wind I’m burning up for her.
“Dude, I don’t know why you’d want to get married at nineteen, even with having learnt you have a kid, but I’ve got to say, I wouldn’t argue it when it’s with someone like that,” Sam says, patting my shoulder while Gary gives her a kiss on the cheek.
If I didn’t know Gary had zero interest in my girl other than to ensure she and Liam were safe, I’d be grumbling seeing hislips anywhere on her. He grilled my ass when I stopped into the restaurant the Tuesday after we moved in together wanting to know my intentions, as well as seeing if I’d be a threat to her. He’s calmed down since then, and his interactions with her makes me think of me and Jessa, which keeps my fists at my side instead of creating a scene as we wrap up with the officiant.
I send the rest of the payment to the photographer I had come out to do photos for us. My parents will want some, likely be a little upset that they weren’t invited, but I know Lucy’s worried what her father will do if he hears about Liam. I love her fierce protection over our little boy, and I’ll keep her just as protected, even if it means lying or hedging the truth with my parents for now.
Holding Lucy’s quivering body against mine later that night, there’s no way in hell I’ll ever do anything to upset her, chance losing what’s between us. I sleep with ease knowing she’s safe in my arms, entirely satisfied, even with the barrier still between us for now. We’re not taking any chances with another baby coming right now, so until next month, we’re doubling up on the protection.
Thanksgiving is here before we know it, our life seemingly settled into a regular routine. We still let Mrs. Holmes watch Liam, but now, it’s usually when I take Lucy out on a date. Spoiling her gives me immense pleasure and Liam and I shop online when she goes to the restaurant the Friday after Thanksgiving, insistent that she won’t rely on me to cover her part of the rent. I’d pay it in a heartbeat if she’d let me, especially if it meant that she was home all the time with us. She’s working the afternoon shift instead of the evening thankfully, so she should be home in a bit.
The buzzer rings and I let Liam play on the iPad I bought just for him, ignoring Lucy’s objection to it. When she learnt Liam’s iPad couldn’t access anything that wasn’t kid friendlyshe relented, and even showed her appreciation for me doing it when she accidentally bumped my iPad, and it brought up the photos we’d sent back and forth while she was working.
Our little guy might have nursed from her breasts, but he definitely didn’t need to see them in the little demi-bra with her nipples little rocks. I on the other hand, quite enjoyed it, and the second she got home that night, I popped the buttons off her top, latching onto them until she was coming on my cock.
“Hello?” I call through the speaker, not about to open the door from the street to someone I don’t know. Others in the building might just unlock it, but I never will. Not when I have my family to protect.
“Is there a Lucy Wilson here?” a voice questions, and it’s definitely not one I’m familiar with.
“Who’s asking?” I reply before my brain says that was stupid because I basically just confirmed that she lives here. I know it’s not her father at the door, but that doesn’t mean it’s not some guy she dated while here—even if she didn’t sleep with him. Hell, it could be some idiot that’s just obsessed with her wanting to find her. In a city this size, you never know.
“My name is Elliot Nash, I’m a private investigator looking for Lucy Wilson,” the man states and no way in hell am I letting anyone in here until I know more.
“Give me a minute,” I tell him, then get Liam together and head over to Mrs. Holmes’ door. We had Thanksgiving with her yesterday, but she doesn’t begin to argue about watching Liam for me to see what the man’s doing here. I drop a kiss onto Liam’s head then head downstairs, finding not one, but two men outside the door talking.
“Which one of you is Elliot Nash?” I ask opening the door just enough for them to hear me, but not barge inside without a fight.
“I am,” the slightly shorter and rounder of the two answers, the corner of his mouth ticking up. “You’re Jayden Craig I take it? You and Miss Wilson just got married?”
“How do you know that?” comes out fast and hard, a warning in my tone that seems to amuse both of them.
“We’re not here to upset her,” the other man states, pulling a wallet out of his jacket and the id inside it makes my stomach tighten. “I’m Special Agent Conner Sims. Mr. Nash contacted me when he found Lucy’s information on a marriage license, I inherited the case when the former agent left the bureau. Can we come in and talk to you both?”
“She’s at work still but you can tell me what’s going on first,” I tell them, and they nod, still seemingly amused by something that puts my back up further.