Chapter Thirty Seven #3
“Can you not be perfect for like two seconds?” I groan, loosely begging for him to stop making me cry. This earns me a booming laugh.
“Me? Never.” He mocks my previous statement with a wiggle of his brow.
Giggling, I take his hand and lead us down the aisle towards the rear door.
We have been instructed to head out to the lawn while the room is changed over for the reception.
Collecting drinks from a waiter, we walk hand in hand before joining the wedding party for photos.
A short while later, we are ushered back inside.
The space has been transformed to now harbor tables and an open space for dancing.
Soft lighting sets the tone as everyone is seated to await their meals.
It's not long before the chatter and soft music dies down at the sound of cutlery making contact with glass.
We look up to find James standing patiently for our full attention.
“Thank you. I find a wedding is not a wedding without a speech. I know I don't only speak for myself when I say that there has ever been a more perfect couple. You two have changed so many lives, including my own. If it were not for you, well frankly, I wouldn’t have found the love of my life. So that I am grateful for. To the happy couple! May you have a long and fulfilling life together!” The room cheers in response.
Moments later Lucas steps forward to make his own speech, “These two people have taught me so much not only did I gain another friend but also a brother. I have so much love for each of you. Thank you for giving me so many more reasons to love this life.” I already know my make up is ruined.
I glance over to Ghost watching as he places one hand on his heart and the other raises a glass.
“No, thank you Brother. You helped me through one of the darkest parts of my life.” Ghost says with endless emotion.
Ryon appears next to Lucas with a hand resting on his shoulder. He places a soft kiss on his cheek before clearing his throat.
“As the best man, I felt obligated to speak. I didn’t prepare anything and, in all honesty, have absolutely zero idea how to do a best man’s speech.
When Ghost asked me to be his BM- not to be confused with baby mama though I'd love to try, big guy…
anywho, as I was saying… I was really confused.
I was confused at why he would want me as a BM.
I wondered if it was that time I held his luscious mane back while he threw up from drinking too many Slippery Nipples.
Or maybe it was after we bonded over dumpster burritos behind the old shopping mall.
I'm kidding! I'm kidding. None of those things happened, yet. All jokes aside, I am honored to be here today. I mean where else would I be? Oh and not to brag or anything but I proposed to her first. You just have better hair than me. Honestly, it should be illegal to wake up and look that good. Leave some hotness for the rest of us, man. Hey Ev, you know where to find me and the ice cream whenever he pisses you off. Seriously though, don’t hurt her or I'll break both of your legs before feeding you to the cat.”
He ends his speech with a point at Ghost before cheering, “Love ya both! Where’s the cake at? I'm still hungry!” The room roars in laughter, though I don't think they ever stopped once he started.
After more speeches and more tears, the party is eventually in full swing and we have been abandoned at the table.
“Come sit.” Ghost says from beside me, while I watch Ryon dance like a chicken. It seems he has gotten himself into a dance battle.
Without question, I move to sit on his lap. He leans back and wraps his arms around me to keep my body in place. Not a second passes before I feel Ghost’s enormous erection digging into my left buttcheek.
“Seriously? Here?” I ask.
“I can’t help myself when it comes to you. You should know that by now” he chuckles into my ear before nipping it.
“We are in a room full of people.” I point out the obvious.
“And? No one would even notice.” His words cause me to suck in a sharp breath now understanding his meaning.
“Oh! You mean… we can’t,” I stammer.
“We can. Be a good girl and lean forward. Spread your legs and lift for me, Siren.” He growls against my neck. My pussy clenches at the praise.
I do as I’m told by resting my forearms on the white linen cover table.
Baring my weight on my toes, I lift my ass off of Ghost’s lap.
His fingers appear against the inside of my knee before sliding their way up to my folds.
He spreads my pussy with two fingers and then pushes two fingers inside.
I stifle a moan as he pulls them out and rubs my juices around the opening.
I hardly have time to register the reality of our situation before he pulls me down onto his cock.
A whimper slips past my lips as the first stroke sends a jolt of electricity right through my body.
“Ride it, Siren. Show me how willing you are to please me.” He moans softly behind me. I rise and fall on him as pressure builds in my belly.
“So willing.” I'm not sure my voice is even my own. I keep the same rhythm, so slow that no one could tell beneath the overpour of my flowing dress. Up and down, over and over.
“Oh, fuck. You feel so good.” He tightens his hold around me as the tension continues to build.
“You two aren’t going to join the party?” Fathers voice cuts through our cloud of lust. My eyes go wide and all movement halts.
“Hm?” I ask to fill the silence. Just as the words leave my lips, Ghost’s cock sinks deeper into me before retreating and pushing in again.
“Are you not having a good time?” My father asks over the music.
"Oh, I can assure you—we are having the best time," Ghost answers, pushing into me hard as he emphasizes the word best.
“I love it here!” I say far too enthusiastically giving the energy an awkward tone.
“I'm happy if you are happy.” Father chuckles while giving me a suspicious look. I continue smiling even though everything in my instincts tell me to roll my eyes back and moan loudly. He finally excuses himself and walks off back towards the crowd.
“Ghost Mikaelson!” I whimper in a chastising way.
“Mrs. Mikaelson,” he hums as his speed picks up slightly.
“Enough, Ghost, enough!” I beg. His thrust immediately stops.
“What? Afraid someone might see how pretty you look when you lose control?” He purrs.
“I need more,” I whine.
“In what way, little siren?”
“Fix yourself.” I instruct, continuing to hover, using my dress as a shield.
A tap on my hip tells me that he is decent and I step away just as he stands.
Call it morbid curiosity as I find myself looking down at his groin, searching for the presence of tenting.
When none can be found, I nod in response.
Grabbing him roughly by the wrist I drag him through the room and out to the courtyard.
I continue pulling him along until we find ourselves amongst tall trees in a dark forest. I stop in my tracks, turning around to face him and aggressively, slamming him against the closest tree.
My hands find their way into his hair and I roughly guide his lips to mine.
His hands come down, roaming my body as one finds its way behind my knee, pulling it up to rest near his waist. His other hand cups my ass.
I waste no time in pulling away and finding his belt, undoing it with haste.
Pulling his still erect cock out I stroke it a few times before directing it to my entrance.
I force myself forward until it Impales me to the hilt.
We moan in unison like it’s the first time we’ve ever felt this.
He picks me up suddenly, turning us around and slamming my back into the nearly sharp bark of a tree.
He harshly thrust in and out of me like his life depends on it.
My mouth finds his again, forcing my tongue in and taking what I feel I’m owed.
He tastes divine like even his saliva was made for me.
I genuinely can’t wait to fuck this man for the rest of my life.
I could die happy just doing this. My body quivers and clutches around him just as my orgasm builds.
He must know that I’m close because he reaches down between us to rub his thumb over my clit, sending me over the edge in convulsions.
After a few more thrust, he roars into my neck, nipping and sucking the skin.
We slightly pull away and the only thing that can be heard in the cold night air is our hoarse breaths.
Basking in this moment we study each other.
I look at the way his sharp features make him a perfect specimen, how his curls lay in the perfect pattern, but especially how he looks at me like I’m his entire world. And I am as he is mine.
“I don’t tell you enough, but I love your eyes. Like your maker just couldn’t decide which color would make you more beautiful so you were gifted both.” he says softly resting his forehead against mine.
“And yet I hope our children look just like you,” I giggle.
“Thank you for stabbing me that night.” I say after a brief pause.
“Thank you for not dying,” he says in return.
“Ghost, if I had died, I would’ve found you. It may have been in a cardinal outside your window or a friendly smile when you were sad, but I would have found my way to you… always and forever.”