“Oh go-ohod,” I hitch, with sharp exhalations blasting out between.

His fingers swirling into my slickness make hot prickles travel up my legs. My toes are curled tight in my sandals while my fingers twine around his. Every time he grazes across the agonized point of my clit I gasp out louder. Huffs of breath filled with the longing to explode with pleasure right here in the open, under the trees with the most amazing man I know pushing inside me.

My pussy twitches and clenches, attempting to tug his hard thick fingers inside. I need him stretching me. I want him sawing along the inside nerves, lifting that delicious wave through my core.

Now.

Did I say that out loud?

Fuck me now.

Or that?

Hard.

I’m lost in a delirium of pleasure. Bolt won’t allow me to touch him. He keeps both my arms tackled, stretched above my head. His other hand delves into my folds, circling heated rings of pleasure that make me shudder and moan. I feel the heat and heft of the bulge pressing into my side. I need it sliding into me, stretching me open, pounding the entire length all the way into my center.

I can’t free his beautiful cock. He won’t let me touch him, holding me immovable as he leans over me, his head buried in my neck, my chest and his hand forcing me to shudder on the tips of his fingers. I’m going to come. I can’t bear it anymore. Hot tingling heat surges through my thighs. Lightning fast, Bolt lowers his zipper and shoves inside me.

I let out a shriek as his shaft pushing past my nerve endings release my climax and I go tumbling over the edge. His palm covers my mouth. I must be shouting or screaming, I have no clue. All I know is that my pussy is squeezing and tugging at his fat girth as I convulse through a crazy huge pummeling orgasm like I’ve never even dreamed of let alone known.

It’s unbearable and incredible. I want to scream stop and also don't stop. Ever. He thrusts through my pulsations and with one final jerk his body stiffens and I grip his tight as he releases into me.

Oh my god, I love how he fills me.

Did I say that out loud?

He’s breathing hard, fighting to stay upright I guess, with the energy rushing out of his body. But his strength never wavers. He finally releases my arms so I can drop them around his neck. His head is still buried in my chest, kissing me softly now, with so much affection I almost start crying. And then I realize I am crying. I don’t want him to go. I don’t want to go back to LA. I just want to stay here shoved up against this tree with him for ever.

We emerge from the trees and I’m sure we must look guilty as a pair of thieves. But Bolt’s just grinning and pulling me over to meet his army crew.

“That was amazing,” I say as we walk toward the others.

“Meet me back there in an hour,” he rasps into my ear, pulling me up close to his side under his heavy arm as we walk. “Because that’s about as long as I can survive, before I need to be held inside that sweet and delicious body of yours again. I can’t get enough of you Bella and it’s driving me insane.”

I don't get the chance to agree with him. We’re surrounded by well-wishers again and he’s swept away from me. His friends wanting to catch up. Clearly all these guys are very close to each other, sharing a unique bond. I guess he’s going to announce me as his fiancee and that freaks me out because I wish it were the truth so bad.

But before we make it, he’s waylaid by Steele and one of the others. They separate our handhold and then suddenly I’m facing Daddy and his stern stare.

“What is it?” I ask.

“You need to tell him to leave,” my father informs me.

“Why? Daddy this is Steele and Scherri’s day. He’s done so much to make it special. They want him here.”

“Did they have a choice?” My mother slides in beside Daddy, looking unbearably smug.

Oh god, why does she need to do this? My eyes trawl back to Daddy, willing him to take my side on this.

“Didn't he just show up on their wedding day to ruin it for them again? Like last time he was here?” my mother snarls, forcing my attention back. “Having sex with your sister like that, right in our house.”

The world drops out of focus, the sound switches off. Nothing but rushing air in my ears like the sound of a train in a tunnel. I feel dribbles of Bolt flowing out of me, drenching my already soaked underwear.

I walk away but my legs won’t hold me up. I sink onto one of the fabric-draped chairs at the long wooden table loaded with china and glasses and flowers ready for the wedding breakfast. I see Bolt talking to different people, like the host of the party. He’s with his army buds, the old aunties, shit, he’s even talking to that girl from the grocery, the cashier when he bought me the cream.

That seems like an eon ago when it was barely forty eight hours.

So much has happened in no time at all. But there’s nothing real between us. So I can let this go, right?

He’s just a weekend fling, it’s not like we’re really getting married. He didn’t do anything to hurt me personally because we don’t mean anything to each other. Then why do I feel like I’ve been daggered to the core, like a stab wound is opening up in my heart and will never scar over.

I look up at the crowd of happy faces. I can’t distinguish Bolt now. A horrible feeling of him taking that girl into the woods and spreading her open the same as he did me overtakes my thoughts. He could do that. He’s that type. I can’t see him anywhere.

But there’s Steele, holding Pebble in one arm, Scherri in the other, talking to his army friends. He looks so pleased they’re here and that he has his bride at last. I look at her and a blade pierces my heart. She looks so happy. Her hand rests on Steele’s broad chest and her cheek against his shoulder. She has him. She has them both.

She whispers something in his ear then wriggles away from him. Before she escapes he pulls her back for a kiss then she walks across to the house. She’s heading for the washroom I guess. Taking my chance, I jump up and follow her. It’s quite a distance on the other side of some shrubs and low trees but I pick up speed, heading her off as she goes through the opening in the greenery.

“Is it true?” I demand when I catch up to her.

She startles then smiles when she sees it’s me. Then frowns at the aura she picks up from me, I guess. I’m radiating repressed fury thanks to that disappointment.

“What?” she asks, confused.

“Did you sleep with Bolt, last time he was here?” I say bluntly.

“Bella,” she starts, inhaling deeply.

“Did you? Just answer me,” I insist. “No, you don't have to. I can see by your face that you did.”

Am I snarling? Did I actually almost snarl at my sister on her wedding day. It’s like a demon has plunged into me and I can’t stop myself.

“It wasn't like that, Bella,” Scherri says, remaining completely calm.

Easy for her to do knowing she has a man that will support her always.

“It wasn't like what?” I repeat dumbly, doing everything to stop the damn tears from spilling over. “How could you do something like that to Steele?

I stare at her, the emotion is rolling through her face like she doesn’t know how to tell me. I can tell she’s struggling to think of what to say, how to phrase it.

“I cant believe you let me go on about how great he is in bed when all the time you….”

I can’t do this.

I can’t say any more because I don't want to be the bitch that ruins her day. But I know I can’t control myself right now and I know I don't want to regret it later. I turn and walk away. Someone is emerging from the house but I walk right past them.

“Bella, wait,” Scherri calls, pleading.

I lift my hand in a kind of farewell but keep going, not stopping. I’ve been ripped in half and my insides are spilling everywhere.