Chapter Twenty-Two
T he wedding took place three days later. One day to recover and collect a special license. One day to recover from recovering, and then the last day to say their I do’s .
The day before the wedding, the day of recovering from recovering, was the most notable.
Wesley showed up with flowers (pink peonies) in one hand, and waving the special license in the air in the second hand. Sans chocolate. But she couldn’t expect them upon every visit, could she?
Boudicca saw the waving paper and led Wesley up to her room before anyone else could join them.
“There’s one last thing I want to do before we get married,” she said in a soft voice, reminding him of the night he bumped into her. Before he really knew her. She had been all sweetness as a stranger, and then she had turned to stone. And then to ice. Then to fire wielding a sharp blade. And now back to sweetness. The woman would never cease to surprise him.
And with the warning that there was something else she wanted to do before marriage, Wesley felt his heart hammer in his chest. In his mind, he envisioned all kinds of requests. Larger gifts. An adventure somewhere. Taking up another hobby. Did the woman have another secret that he needed to know about? Was there another dream she had yet to mention? What was she going to show him? He had hoped that everything was out in the open since they had divulged their deepest dreams and pains to each other, but really, he just couldn’t be sure. It was a tiny portion of him that was squirming, wriggling, curious. What was going to happen next? And he loved it. He loved her. So whatever she wanted to do, he was going to make sure she achieved it.
Really, that seemed the least he could do. He knew she had forgiven him. The begging had helped. The gift of the gymnasium had helped more. Now he wanted to show her how much he could love her.
“What do you want to do?” He asked as she tugged him into her bedchamber.
She closed the door. Locked it. And tossed the special license to her desk. “You.”
Well, now…that was a request he could easily accomplish. He would work toward her achievement with ample effort. In fact, she may have a few achievements, if he had his way. Her eyes were glistening with delight, and he studied her lips, still rounded from the last word to leave them. And before he could part his own lips to offer any words of affection or seduction, he realized they wouldn’t be necessary.
Her lips were already on his. Drunk in elation. Her breasts were flattened to his chest, and her legs were clamoring to climb him. A surge of joy shot through him.
“Boudicca, you are my greatest win. I will always be at home with you. There is no greater triumph than finding the love of your life and cherishing her.”
“I didn’t realize you were so romantic, Wesley.”
“I’m not. But you do something to my heart that makes it…”
“Gush?”
“Apparently.”
He lifted her up and waltzed over to the bed. A bed. Finally a bed, though he didn’t imagine himself doing much sleeping in it. One by one, he withdrew the pins from gloriously golden tresses until finally her hair cascaded over down her shoulders. Her rosy pink lips parted in a gasp, and he could almost read her thoughts. Remembering what they had already experienced together only a few nights ago. She was perfection, and he needed to see all of her. Slowly, he pulled the ties of her frock as she pointed them out. Not that he needed the instruction, but if she wanted to lead in parts, he wanted to follow. If she was willing to ask for what she wanted, he would be willing to give it to her.
He wriggled her out of her frock, and when she pointed to his chest with a half-smile, he began to slide his arms out of his jacket. When her finger motioned downward, he untied his cravat and unbuttoned his waistcoat and shirt, taking off the rest of his top layers.
Standing before her, chest bare, her smile widened. He could imagine those lips in a number of places. One of which was growing intensely hard. So when she crooked her finger and beckoned him closer, there was no hesitation.
He kneeled over her and weaved his hand through her hair. “You’re beautiful, Bodi.”
A small blush crept up her neck and he followed its path, wondering where it would end. Just above her breasts, he soon discovered. But that didn’t inhibit his explorations downward. His kisses meandered south toward her two rolling hills and their peaks. Each one he took his time with. When he looked up at her half-lidded eyes, her moan and her hand in his hair directed him southward.
And if a man could climb the mountains, he could delight in the valleys.
Slowly he trailed his tongue down her soft, creamy stomach. Soft to lick, but firm to touch. His warrior was strong. He felt her flex as his tongue continued its journey. And there he found the soft tight curls and dewy mons where he lapped up her sweet nectar. God, she tasted divine.
“Wesley,” she whimpered.
He longed to hear more. He could never hear enough.
“Mmm…you taste so good.” He licked down her lips, into the valley and up the other side. Her moaning called to him.
“Not yet, Bodi.”
He squeezed her bottom and she arched up into his face. Her desire set him ablaze and he found her sweet core, licking and sucking, until she nearly bucked him off.
Her panting, eager breaths quickened and then she gasped.
Her hands were grappling at his biceps, trying to yank him up and closer to her. “I want to feel you, Wesley,” she whispered.
He laid himself atop her and she moaned into his shoulder. “I want to feel you inside of me, Wesley.”
Reaching down he placed his shaft at her entrance and slid inside. God, how she felt like home. She was the most perfect accident to have happened to him. He couldn’t have asked for a better counterpart. If he had tried to pick the perfect woman, he wouldn’t have known where to start.
He had been trying—in some capacity—to find the perfect woman. He thought he knew what he wanted. But there was no way he could have known what he needed. She was delight. Challenge. Sparks. Propriety. Integrity. Loyalty. She would never back down. Never quit. She epitomized what it meant to win. For she had won her fights, and she had won his heart.
It wasn’t something he had intended to give away. He had told the other three that they could plan his married life, not his love life, yet here he was. With a love life the size of…
He looked down. To see where their bodies were joined. His cock felt ginormous inside of her. He had never felt so huge, like a throbbing, aching mess. All for her. All for love.
“Wesley,” she moaned.
And he thrust inside of her.
“Uhh…”
Her sounds impelled him to move faster. Still on his knees, his hands under her bottom, he tilted her up and the angle pulled him deeper inside of her.
“Bodi, you are my home,” he growled. He need never sleep in a bed again, so long as he knew he had her.
And he watched as she shattered in his arms at the same time he spilled into her. Pure euphoria. Pure triumph. Pure love. Home.