CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Ainsley

We married a month later. It was a quiet wedding in a small chapel, with just twenty guests – his mom and dad and sister, my mom and my brother, friends and of course Aunt Jay.

I smiled as she kissed my cheeks.

“You look stunning, my dear.”

I blinked back my tears, surprised by how touched I as. “Thank you,” I said.

I looked down at myself and felt stunning. Drake had spared no expense and the dress was a long dress of ivory satin with a “V” neckline and a fitted bodice, falling into a long, shapeless sheath with a wide train that followed behind me. The veil was a soft white chiffon that hung down my back on top of the train, lapping together on the floor.

“You're the most beautiful man I've ever seen.”

Drake smiled. “I'm not sure if I am,” he said ruefully.

“You are,” I said, shooting him a stern gaze.

He chuckled. “If you say so, my dear.”

“I do.”

He was stunning, dressed in a black suit that fit him to perfection, with a yellow carnation that matched the ones I held, pinned to the front.

We walked out of the church together and into the car.

My lips parted under his tongue and I leaned against him, letting his sweet kiss explore me, opening my lips further so that I could let him enter fully. He sighed and pushed me back against the seat, his hand stroking the satin of my gown as he held me close. I pressed against him and felt my whole body melt with need.

“Should we just go?” he whispered as we sat up.

I chuckled. “You mean, go home and miss our reception?” I chuckled, disbelieving.

“Why not?” he asked. “I want you.”

“We won’t stay long,” I promised.

“I don't mind,” he said. “We have to have a party.”

“Yes, we do. But I want you too. And we can have a party tomorrow.”

He laughed. “Agreed.”

“But I suppose our guests would be disappointed,” I said with a wry grin up at him.

“I guess.”

We drove on to the hotel, laughing and smiling.

The reception was wonderful – everything was beautiful, decorated in our chosen colors of cream and yellow. We cut the cake – a magnificent three-tier creation that was chocolate but garnished in the traditional way with thick icing and beautiful roses.

“Wow,” Liam said from across the table. “This cake is amazing.”

Drake chuckled. “No good looking at me.”

“No,” he said, eyes wide with merriment. “I know.”

“You do?”

“Yeah. I know you. If you'd made it, you'd have left it in the oven, forgotten about it and burned it.”

We all laughed. I found that I really liked Liam. And we owed him a great deal. Without him it would never have been safe for us to come home. As it was, we were well-received and happy.

“I couldn't have chosen someone better for you, Ains.” My brother whispered it to me as we sat together at the table. “Drake's a great guy.”

“I know,” I murmured. He laughed.

“I'm so happy for both of you.”

I tousled his blonde head of hair. “Thank you.”

Harper and Lacey were my bridemaids – dressed in cream and yellow, they both looked lovely too. Lacey grinned at me from across the table. She looked serene and happy and I had noticed she and Chett were getting along. I hadn't expected that. I was happy.

“Thank you, Lacey,” I said.

“Why?” She flushed, surprised.

“We wouldn't have met again if it hadn't been for your intervention.”

“Oh, that,” she smiled. “It's nothing.”

“No, it's not. It's wonderful. Thank you.”

We opened the dance-floor soon after that. I leaned against Drake and he smiled at me.

“I'm such an awful dancer,” he whispered down to me. I laughed.

“Drake, no you're not.”

“Yes, I am.”

We waltzed onto the floor. He danced beautifully. In the turns he held me close, his hand supporting my waist, and I felt as if I were floating in a heavenly sea.

“You're a wonderful dancer,” I whispered to him.

“You're a wonderful woman.”

I giggled and he kissed me. My body was starting to melt under his touch and I was grateful when, an hour later, our guests started to depart and we could make our way back to our apartment – we had moved into his apartment, the stylish one (that just needed some cleaning) with the lovely view of the skyline – when we got back home to Miami.

Inside, Drake turned to me, his hands on my shoulders.

“I love you,” he whispered. “You are so beautiful.” he laughed. “I almost don't want to undress you... I want this moment to be forever.”

I swallowed hard. He was crying and so was I. I still couldn't quite believe it. I was here with him and we were in our wedding things.

“I want that too,” I whispered. “It is forever. I'll never forget.”

“Mm,” he whispered. “Me too.”

After that, our bodies decided to follow their own decisions. I pressed myself against him and he held me close and I could feel the slow, deep throb of my longing as his arms wrapped round me, pressing me to his chest.

His hands reached up to my hair and lifted the veil and his lips devoured mine. I was almost panting with longing now as he slipped his hands down my back, feeling over the silk for the zipper of my dress.

“Come on,” he whispered.

We went into the bedroom together.

He kissed me again and then started to undo the zipper, inch by slow inch. He pushed me back onto the bed and I was shivering, like he was, as he slid the dress down my body and let it pool in a mass of satin around my feet.

“Ainsley,” he murmured.

“Drake.”

He sat back and looked at me in my new negligee. I felt a slow blush creep over my face as I saw his admiring stare linger on my breasts in their tight bra, moving down to my waist and to the suspender belt and stockings. He was clearly aroused and my heart beat faster as he bit his lip.

“You are so beautiful,” he said.

“You're so gorgeous,” I countered. With the dim light from the lamps on his dark hair and the crisp white shirt enhancing the bulge and curve of his shoulders and those strong biceps and chest, he was stunning.

I felt my body responding to the sight of him and then he was bending down, slowly unclasping my bra.

He gently bit my nipples and I cried out as he touched and thumbed them, tracing raw fire through my body as his hands and mouth drew every nerve in them to breaking point.

I was laughing and groaning with desire as he buried his face between them and then stripped off all my underwear, working the stockings down my legs with slow precision.

When he had me undressed he looked down at me.

“You're so exciting,” he murmured. “I don't know what to do first.”

My throat was tight with longing. “Well, I want to undress you first,” I said quickly.

He chuckled. “If you insist.”

“I do.”

I felt my face flush as I tenderly fumbled with his buttons, drawing that pristine white shirt from his finely-sculpted muscles.

When he was naked I ran my hands down his back, flattening out the rippled cords of muscle down his back.

“Mm.” He growled against my neck as he bent to kiss me. “That's nice and it gives me an idea.”

“Oh?”

He gently pushed me onto my back and then rolled me over, my body moving with his slow insistent touch.

“Drake, I...”

“I want to spoil you,” he said. His hands moved over my body, strong and masterful and drawing out all of the tension as he kneaded and stroked.

I was completely melted when he rolled me over again, my senses swimming in a sweet sleepiness that smelled of the rose scent in the air from the bedside candles.

He smiled down at me.

“You look so beautiful,” he said.

“You too,” I said, gently reaching for the swollen erection that pressed almost flat against him.

He gasped and then knelt between my thighs.

“Yes?” he murmured as he ran a gentle finger between my legs, checking I was ready. I was so ready for him.

“Yes.”

I closed my eyes as he pushed into me, parting my legs to admit him right inside me. He filled me and I felt fulfilled as I never had before. He pulled out again, changing the angle, and then again so that he rubbed all the special places inside me as he thrust and then withdrew and thrust.

“Oh!”

I couldn't hold in my cries of pleasure as the sweet, ticklish, melting sensation that built in me as he rubbed on me and thrust in me started to grow and build and gather into the sweetest climax ever.

I cried out as he pushed in fully and then, as I lay there, my orgasm welling up, he pushed into me faster and faster and then he was thrusting and pushing and crying out too.

He lay on my chest and I held him and knew I was happier than I had ever been in my life.