Chapter 17
Noelle
“Slower…” I gasped, completely out of breath as Bentley’s hand gripped my hips.
“Fuck, I love fucking this pussy. I’ll never tire of it.” He groaned, pushing himself deep inside of me.
“Do that again,” I cried.
I felt him pull out and then slide back in, so deep, hitting the right spot as he pulled my hair, coaxing a second orgasm out of me in minutes.
I placed my hands against the wall of the small closet, breathing hard, my legs shaking as he slowly slid out of me.
“I thought it was bad luck to see the bride right before the wedding,” I questioned as I heard the zipper of his suit pants.
I felt his hands on my forearms as he helped me to stand up.
“Lucky for you, I’m a man who knows how to turn bad luck into good.” He winked, devouring my mouth.
As I pulled away, my eyes met his. They were filled with laughter and excitement as he studied me. He grabbed the sides of my shirt and quickly buttoned me back up, but not before he placed a kiss on the tops of both my breasts.
“You do?” I questioned. “How do you do that?”
He chuckled as he did his shirt back up. He’d sneaked into my childhood bedroom while getting ready for our wedding. He said he needed to see me, needed to have me one more time before we became husband and wife.
“I gotta knock you up,” he answered.
“Is that so?” I questioned, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “Before the wedding?”
He grabbed me, pulling me back into the closet, pulling me against him, his cock already hard. This happened every time he took me. The need to have each other again immediately growing once it was over. He claimed he’d never wanted a woman as badly as he did me.
“Before the wedding,” he chuckled, devouring my lips.
“Bentley, we can’t go again,” I cried, knowing that we were cutting it close to having to meet everyone downstairs for us to walk down the aisle. “I’ll be all flushed.”
“It won’t take me long,” he moaned.
“You say that, but you are insatiable.” I giggled, reaching down and running my hand over his bulge. “If we go again, we will need to go again.”
“Oh, baby, don’t tease me,” he cried, pulling at the buttons on my shirt again.
I brought my lips to his, removing his hands from my shirt and doing the buttons back up.
“We have to get going,” I whispered. “You can have me later, after the I do’s and the party.”
I slipped out the closet door and then glanced over my shoulder, giving him a sexy smile I knew he loved so much.
He stepped into my room, wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me back against him.
“I was seriously hoping to change our luck before our vows,” he whispered, kissing the side of my neck.
I melted in his arms and then tilted my head back enough that we could kiss and then stepped away, placing the small white veil my mother had gotten for me on top of my head as he reluctantly made his way to the bedroom door. He was just about to leave the room when I called his name.
He turned to look at me, want in his eyes. I placed my hands on the small of my belly and looked down, then back up at him.
“You already have,” I said, my voice low.
As the realization of what I’d just shared with him hit, he looked over at me to see me pulling her dress from the bag that hung on the bathroom door. I gave it a once-over, smiled to myself and then glanced at Bentley.
“Seriously?” he asked, keeping his voice low.
I just smiled.
“Holy fuck, I’m going to be a father.”
Excitement coursed through my veins as he rushed back into the room, pulling me against him. I laughed as he kissed the side of my neck.
“I can’t believe it,” he whispered.
“Believe it.” I giggled. “I even took the test three times to be sure. I’m so excited.”
“Have you told…”
I shook my head. “I’d rather not say anything just yet. Let’s get through the wedding first.”
“Right.”
“Alright, who’s ready to get hitched?” I heard my mother ask as she came around the corner and laid eyes on us both. She gave Bentley an irritated look and then shook her head.
Bentley let me go, placed one more kiss on my lips, and headed toward the door.
“You aren’t supposed to see the bride before the wedding,” my mother chided.
“Oh, Jenelle.” Bentley grunted, chuckling to himself. “Always a traditionalist.”
“You better bet I am,” she said, pushing him out the door and started to close it.
I picked up my dress and then looked over at the door, catching sight of Bentley one more time.
“I love you,” he mouthed.
“Love you too,” I mouthed back just as the door shut.
The next time I’d see him, I’d be heading down the aisle toward him. I couldn’t wait to start this chapter of our lives together. Just knowing that I was carrying his baby made this event all that more special.
He’d claimed me just as he’d promised he would. Although he didn’t have to because I was always and would always be his, thanks to that one night under the mistletoe when I’d just turned sixteen.