Chapter Fifteen
Bella
How is it possible to have a swarm of butterflies lifting off in my heart and a stone the size of a boulder sitting right under them?
Because I’m too happy, that’s why. It’s dangerous.
“You look amazing,” Jacket says and crooks me his arm to walk me into the hired room.
The tables are laid up for dinner and there’s a dais at the front of the room standing in for the arbor Scherri and stick will be married beneath in the morning. The wedding is outside in a beautiful wooded location beside the lake close to the house. Scherri wanted the decoration to be a surprise so the rehearsal is in a bland event room in back of a big restaurant.
“I have to stand up by my sister,” I whisper. “You sit here.”
Jacket ignores me and continues his steady path, walking me down the aisle to wait at the altar. So this is how it would feel. I love the sensation of walking up on his arm, the sense of having my own guy to lean on and especially a guy like this. All the faces turn to gaze at us and I notice the smiles.
We must be a cute couple.
I steal a glance up at Jacket and he’s grinning hugely, nodding a greeting here and there to the aunties. Wow they’ve all fallen for him big time. I’m going to have a rotten time explaining all this after the weekend.
“You have to sit down,” I hiss. He’s going to ruin the planned running schedule.
“The groom’s man gets to stand up front with the bridesmaid,” he whispers from one side of that mouth I can’t stop re-visioning stuck to my pussy.
“Are you -?”
He doesn’t reply, just gazes straight ahead with that gorgeous hunk grin he rocks so effortlessly. Now it comes with a beatific hint of triumph.
“Don’t get any ideas,” I hiss from the side of my lips.
He just grins harder and filthier too.
I know what he’s thinking and it becomes difficult to walk a straight line, even leaning into him. My legs are wobbling and my clit starts to throb uncontrollably. Christ, how I wish I was the one getting a honeymoon night with this hunk of decadent male.
Stick comes down the pretend aisle created between the tables and then we wait for Scherri. He’s visibly nervous but a nudge and grin from Jacket makes him relax.
And then she appears at his side and it looks as though his world is perfect. It’s only the rehearsal but tears prick at the back of my eyes and I just know I’m going to completely lose it tomorrow at the real thing.
I look up at Jacket, standing solid behind Stick and he gives me the most amazing smile. It’s not his usual cocky grin, or the flirtatious charming one that reels in every woman from nine to ninety. This one is filled with genuine warmth and imparts a feeling of support and collusion that tears at my heart and makes those butterflies lift off again. I may have wanted this before, not really ever knowing what it was until now.
Now I get why my Sister is gazing up at the man she’s loved for all her life more or less. That sense of someone that’s just yours, all yours and only yours. That will always be there for you and have your back no matter what you do. I can tell Stick has a similar sense of that with Jacket. It’s not the same or as intense but there’s something between them too. It must be from being trained and working as a team. And I don't know what they went through, on tour in the middle east.
But Scherri mentioned Stick experienced some traumatic events. I guess that blew past Jacket though because he’s a free-wheeling kind of guy and nothing seems to affect him. It kind of bothers me that he’ll walk away from our pretend relationship after the weekend and probably never think of me again. On to the next woman ready to drop and spread for him. While I’ll be stuck with the fall out explaining his disappearance. One that I’m starting to think is going to be pretty tough to get over.
And then it’s all done. The minister is a woman and she’s giving the couple her blessing and Scherri flies into Stick’s arms for a kiss and everyone’s laughing and heading for the bar. Jacket’s standing in the same spot he’s been in even though Stick’s moved away.
He’s staring at me and if I didn’t know him better than that, I’d almost think he was tearing up inside too. His face is full of emotion, the confident grin gone, his eyes misted over.
“That was lovely,” I murmur.
He takes my hand to wrap it through his arm and leads me through to where my family are congregated around the couple.
There’s a bit of a problem with the table seating, when it’s time to sit down to dinner. No one was expecting me to show up with a date and I forgot to rearrange the plan. Now he’s the best man, he should be sitting by Stick. Then Gracie says she wants to sit by him and there’s a chorus of shushes at her that make her pout.
In the end, my mother commandeers a shuffle around that puts him at the other end of the table from me and the bridal party. When Scherri realizes, she’s annoyed. My mother hisses at me, although everyone gets to hear it, that I need to take care of the table by the morning.
Jacket’s completely at ease, enjoying his dinner like he hasn't eaten in a week and chatting with my uncle and cousins – one just graduated and is flirting hard enough I can see it from here. But every time I look down there, seeking him out, his eyes are fixed on me.
Even at that distance, they bore straight down into me, making a shard of light hit my heart and continue direct to that point between my thighs that will not stop throbbing.
We’re just finishing up dessert and I look up and notice he’s gone from the table. So is my cousin. My eyes fly to the bar and he isn't there either. Neither is she. I excuse myself to go to the washroom. Heat rises in me, a mix of panic and disappointment and yes, anger. I should have known better.
I locate the passage for the bathrooms and storm down, determined to stand up for myself. I make it halfway then something grips my arm and I go flying backwards.
A door slams shut and I’m pressed in a tight dark room, enveloped in a pair of steel band arms flexing with muscular hold.
“What are you doing?” I laugh.
Relief washes through me. Jackets hands are wrapped around my waist, right under my breasts that swell suddenly with desire.
“Waiting for you,” he husks.
His head in the curve of my neck nips at my bare skin, one hand slides up to cup my breast and I let out a moan.
“You might have had a long wait in this broom closet.”
My eyes have adjusted to the light and I’m already tugging at his belt buckle. We grapple at each others clothes urgently. He kisses every part of me he can reach by bending forward in the tightly enclosed space.
“It would have been worth it,” his voice is almost a growl that sends sparks dashing at my pussy. “But now I can’t wait any longer. I need to be inside you now. I need to fuck you beauteous Bella.”
I want him right now too. My hunger to feel him buried inside me, the solid part of him that will force me to open up and take him in, is overwhelming. My breath mixes with his as we gasp at the air between nips and kisses. I get his belt undone. One hand works at his zipper. The other cups his rough chin, the shadow already growing in from this morning, and I tug his mouth onto mine.
He devours me like he hasn't just eaten and is ravenous. A taste of cream lingering on his lips makes me recall the previous night and my clit aches. His mouth sucks mine forcefully. Jacket doesn't just kiss, he fucks with his tongue as he probes and explores, delving into me with urgent need. His mouth over mine, he yanks down both sides of my shoulder strap, taking my dress and bra at the same time so my tits tumble free.
He presses the sides of the flesh together and up so he can take each one in turn into that devouring mouth. I throw my head back with a groan and my hands trail down his taut biceps, hot under the smooth white cotton sleeves. I reach down to finish with his zipper and discover that, of course, he’s commando.
And my god, his cock is even bigger than I pictured, velvet smooth under the thin skin that’s heated up from the solid core. He pinches my nipples with a groan as I take his wide girth in both palms and stroke firmly along the length.
“Oh god, that feels good, Baby,” he rasps in a smoky voice.
“Fuck me,” I demand of him in a throaty rasp.
“Oh I will. Hard and deeper than you can imagine.”
But before he pulls my long skirt up my thighs, the desperate desire to taste him in my lips overwhelms me and I palm his chest then dragslide all the way down to his solid thighs.
He flattens back into the shelves of products, his arms reaching for support as I wrap my mouth around his girth and lick across the salty tip.