Chapter 29
CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
NATE
My skin pricks, and not in a good way. Rage bubbles very close to the surface and I am grinding my back teeth to keep my mouth from opening and saying something I don't mean. Venomous words threaten to spill and I don’t want to hurt her in the split second I let the anger win.
The want to dance with her is unbearable, but at the same time it terrifies me. Where would her hands go? How could I dance with her and not have her touch me?
I know it makes no sense.
I can hold her hand and it feel completely natural... but the thought of her hands being anywhere else? Petrified.
Anger simmers as she accepts his hand and he places his lips on her skin, presses his lips on what is mine , on my wife and I am feral with jealously.
I watch as he leads her away, and I don't miss the way her gaze scatters across her shoulders and connects with mine and the fire burns deep in my belly.
Once he is on the dance floor, his eyes drift to where I am standing, and I watch as the snarky cunt lifts his lips into a smirk. My fists ball by my side and I really am trying to keep my temper at bay, I really do not want to cause a scene at my best friend’s wedding, but I am getting dangerously close and what’s worse is that there is no one who could calm me down.
Inhaling, I close my eyes and count to five.
I get to two when my eyes dart open and I see the way his fucking hand is gliding down her back, the way his fucking disgusting hands are touching my wife.
Touching what is mine.
Mine.
I've lost my head, I know I have, I knew I always would over her. Storming across to where he sways her around the floor like she is a fucking prized possession is just making me worse.
I knock into him, so he has no choice but to let go of her. Tucking her behind me I shove at his chest, and he looks at me with a stupid look on his face as if I am in the wrong.
“What the fuck man,” he raises his voice, and I shove him again, nostrils flared, eyes bulging and my blood is past fucking boiling point.
I shove him again, this time a little harder than intended and the boys rush over behind me, grabbing me back and pulling me off.
“Keep your fucking hands off my wife.” I growl, fighting my way out of Titus' grip then running my hand through my hair, anger nipping at the nape of my neck, rage burning under my skin as my blood thrashes into my ears.
James is glaring at me, and I know this dickhead isn't the only one to blame, she dangled herself in front of me to get a reaction, well, that's exactly what she got.
Two long steps and I am in front of her, my shoes to her delicate sandals and my eyes are volleying back and forth ferociously with her beautiful blues as the blood pounds around my body.
“You just left her standing there man, a woman like that deserves to be loved out loud, deserves to be danced with...”
Keaton now pushes at him, grabbing him by the scruff of the neck and dragging him out.
No one says a fucking word.
My eyes are still burning into hers.
“You want to flaunt yourself with another man, in front of me, your husband?” my voice is low as I lean towards her, my lips brushing against her ear and I feel her cheek lift as a smile dances on her lips. “Then I’ll show you just how you've made me feel, I am blind jealous Little Ember .”
“Good,” is her response as she turns her lips towards mine and I pull back, my eyes darkening with a storm that is brewing deep inside of them.
Curling my fingers around her delicate wrist, I drag her towards me and before she could even protest, I lead her out of the room and find a closet parked at the back of the hallway. Looking up and down, I open it and push her inside and twist the lock.
Her eyes are wild and hungry, lips are full and parted as she catches her breath, chest rising and falling and I am desperate to kiss over her skin. Just desperate.
“You going to lock me in here for the rest of the evening?” she taunts me and my fingers flex as I breathe heavily through my nose.
“No baby, why would I do that?” I tilt my head and tug at my bowtie, letting it unravel as I step towards her which causes her to step back until she is cornered. “You made me jealous,” I admit, closing the gap finally and letting my eyes fall to her lips.
“You pissed me off,” she smirks at me, tongue darting out and licking her lips.
I scoff a laugh, head dipping for just a moment as I look down at my left hand, the gold ring flecking with the dim light.
“Then looks like we both wound each other up then, doesn't it, wife. ”
She pants, just as my eyes connect with hers.
“You won't do anything about it though, will you?” she teases as her hand reaches forward but I grab it, stopping her from getting near me.
“Don't.”
“Or what?” her tone is firm, voice steady but I can see the way her chest is rising and falling showing me that her heart is racing beneath her pale skin. “Admit I am right, you won’t do anything about it, even though I know you want to, you won't, will you?”
I am not sure if she is telling me or asking me. I pause for a moment, mulling over her words, my fingers still wrapped around her wrist, her pulse racing beneath my fingertips.
“Exactly,” she scoffs and shakes her head, my eyes widen on hers, the fire burning so rapidly like wildfire across my skin and I know I can't hold off anymore. “All of that for what, hey Nate? You've caused such a commotion and for what, to bring me into the closet for a time out like a toddler?” she laughs a little louder now before tugging her hand out of my grasp. “Now if you're finished, I would like to go back and dance,” and I just stand, anchored to the ground as she barges past me and my skin pricks with goosebumps.
It's now or never.
Twisting, I reach for her hand and pull her back into me, and her eyes are wild.
“Fuck it,” I groan as I clasp her wrists in one of my hands and slant my lips over hers, just as I tease my tongue, she whimpers as our kiss deepens but she pulls back, confusion lacing her pretty face as her brows furrow.
“What about...” and I know the words that are about to come from her lips.
“Fuck it,” I groan again, the growl vibrates at the back of my throat as my lips meet hers, our tongues dancing and I am desperate for her. Spinning her so she is now back against the wall, I pin her there before lifting her hands over her head, holding her wrists in one of my hands.
“No touching,” I breathe as I drag my lips down to her jaw, her neck, her shoulder.
“Okay,” her voice trembles and I back away, taking a moment to look at her. Releasing her from my grasp, I tug my bowtie out of my collar and delicately wrap it around her wrists before my eyes scoot around the wall behind her.
I needed to tie her hands up, needed to make sure she couldn't touch me.
My eyes dart to the left and I see a small, metal shelving rack that is bolted against the wall and my lips twitch. Moving her across, I wrap the bowtie around the shelf and her eyes widen.
“Did you enjoy teasing me, wife?” one step and we're toe to toe, my body flush with hers as my fingers glide over her skin and under the slit of her pretty emerald dress.
Her tongue darts out as she swipes it against her full, bottom lip.
She nods.
“You know how I feel about being teased, don't you?”
Her eyes burn into mine as my fingers lift a little higher, brushing against the front of her lace panties and my cock aches between my legs.
She nods again and annoyance licks at my skin.
“Words, James,” and I can't hide the agitation in my voice, but not at her, but because I am having to restrain myself and I don't want to.
“Yes,” she whispers, chest rising and falling and it's taking everything in me not to rip her dress from her perfect fucking body and discard it to the floor in shreds.
“Did you enjoy making me jealous?” I reach my hand forward, thumb teasing across her bottom lip as I drag it down.
“I knew you would snap,” she goads me, eyes narrowing for a moment as she says the words that make the blood prick to the surface of my skin, and I am desperate to itch just to relieve myself from the torture.
My nostrils flare.
I stroke my finger through her panties, rubbing teasingly over her clit and I shudder on my intake of breath.
“Shame it took another man's hands on me to get you to do something about it though, isn't that right?” she tilts her head, and I don't miss the way her lip curls into a smirk and rage brews deep inside of me.
And I snap.
Like she predicted I would.
I am on her, lips crashed into hers, one hand curls around her hip, the other slips under her pussy as I slip the delicate material to the side, fingers swirling in her growing arousal.
“Fuck,” I groan into her mouth as our teeth clash, tongues tied as I lose myself in her like a drug, sending me into oblivion as I tease the tip of my fingers in her soaked cunt.
Dragging my hand down over her hip, it curls around her ass before lifting her leg up and over my own hip.
“Didn't take you for a brat, James,” I nip at her bottom lip as I let my eyes fall between us. Sucking in a breath as I reluctantly slip my hand from between her legs and fumble with the pants of my suit, pushing them down mid-thigh.
“You don't know me at all then,” her voice trembles and my fingers wrap around my thick cock, pumping my hand up and down. Not that I need to, my cock is rock solid and ready to be buried deep inside of her.
“I'll fuck the brat out of you James, no one touches what is mine,” I flick my eyes to hers as I push her dress up her body and press the tip of my cock into her tight pussy just as my eyes lift to watch her, watch as her walls begin to crumble, watch as her eyes haze over, locked on mine as I steadily rock forward, her leg locked around my back and as I edge further, I grab her other leg and wrap it around my other hip, sinking my cock a little deeper.
“Oh God,” she whimpers, her eyes roll in the back of her head and a smile creeps onto my lips, adjusting her hips as I tilt her and slide my cock to the hilt, snatching the breath from my lungs as her face tips forward, mouth a gape as I fuck her slow, giving her a chance to stretch around me.
Glancing my eyes down as I pull my cock out to the tip, I sink my teeth into my bottom lip and a shiver dances up my spine.
“Such a pretty pussy,” whispering, edging myself in and out of her, her arousal coating my thick cock. “I am going to ruin you for anyone else,” and my gaze slowly lifts to her baby blues as I slam my hips forward and she cries out.
“Nate,” she pulls on the tied bowtie and my head tips back as my own pleasure pebbles over my skin, my fingers digging into the bare skin of her ass.
“What is it Little Ember ? Tell me,” I whisper as I dust my lips across hers, smiling as she tries to slip her tongue into my mouth.
“You're...” she pants through a moan as I spread her ass, stretching her even more. “I can't...” she stammers as her face falls forward, her eyes watching as my cock fills her over and over, bringing her closer to release.
“You've been fucked by boys James, this is how a man fucks,” and then I let her kiss me, her tongue darting into my mouth and I suck on it gently before mine dances with hers. It's sloppy and messy, our teeth clash but I am too lost in the moment, to consumed with fucking her until she comes all over my cock.
“I want your tight little cunt making a mess all over me, I want your scent to consume me for the rest of the day and I want you so full of me that all you'll be reminded of is this moment, of me and you, my cock buried so deeply inside your tight little pussy that you'll blush every time you think of us.”
“Keep going,” she whispers against my lips.
“Baby...” I rasp, “I don't intend on ever stopping.” And my heart bangs against my rib cage, my breath catching. “And when you think of flirting with another man in front of me,” I lean forward, my lips brushing against the shell of her ear, “I will fuck that need right out of you, I will not have my wife teasing me just because she wants my cock buried in her greedy little cunt.”
“I... I...” and that’s when I feel her walls tighten, clamping around my cock and sucking me in as she comes, her moans echoing around the small closet and I hiss through my teeth as I fuck her until I am pumping my hot cum deep inside her pussy.
Slowing, but still leaving myself buried inside of her, I kiss her, and this time it's slow, sensual and my cock throbs.
“As much as I want to fuck you again, I can't,” my whisper brushing over her lips, “but I will James, I will fuck you until you're nothing but a crumbled mess beneath me begging me to stop.”
Her breath shudders as I lower one leg, slipping myself from her trembling body and she winces as I do.
“I don't fuck soft and slow, James, I like to be in control, like things a particular way...” I tuck myself away and button my pants up then reach up and untie my bowtie from her wrists and lower her arms and I watch her body sag in relief.
Bringing each wrist to my lips, I place a delicate kiss over her pulse point then lower myself to my knees, and hook my fingers into her lace panties, slowly pulling them down her legs as she steps out of them one foot at a time.
“These are mine,” I look up at her through my lashes and her eyes are all glassy and hazy from her orgasm. Placing a kiss on her bare thigh, my sights scatter to the arousal smudged against her skin, I pull her dress back down over her hips and lower it back to where it should be. I push up, letting my hand slip inside her dress one last time as I swirl my fingers in our mixed arousal, a finger slipping into her cunt as she lets out a breathy moan and I continue to pump it slowly in and out of her.
“ remember who you belong to, wife . ” I smile, placing a kiss on her lips and pulling my finger from her and bringing it to my mouth as I suck our arousal from it. “Don't be long,” I wink before turning on my heel, “people will wonder where you've run off to...” swiping her panties to my nose, I inhale her scent then push them into my suit jacket pocket, replacing the pocket square that once sat there.
Unlocking the door, I leave her in a crumpled mess and push the door ajar knowing that anyone could walk in and find her at any minute.
Pushing through the doors to where I left my friends, Titus catches me first, followed by Keaton and Kaleb.
“What the fuck?” Kaleb hisses, pulling me back by my shoulder.
“I'm fine,” I push my hand through my hair and inhale her scent that floats through my nose.
“Clearly,” Titus rolls his eyes.
“Where did you take James?” Keaton asks, looking behind me at the closed doors then back to me.
“Just had to sort a couple of things out,” I shrug my shoulders and continue walking towards the bar.
“Connie is pissed at you,” Kaleb drops in as he walks beside me and the other two.
“I'm sure she is, but I'm also sure you would have reacted the same way,” I say as we reach the bar and I look up and down at the three of them, not one of them answers. “My point exactly,” I give a curt nod then hold my hand up to get the waiter’s attention. “Four whiskeys over ice and a margarita,” I smile, then turn my back on him before resting my elbows on the bar and search the crowd for her. “And I'll go and apologise to Connie, I promise,” I swing my head towards Kaleb, and he mutters “thank you,” and that's when I see her, waltzing through the crowd, blue eyes seeking me out.
“Sir,” the waiter’s voice pulls me from her as I thank him and take my whiskey and her margarita.
“Gentleman,” I give them a curt nod as I move through the crowd to meet her halfway. “Wife,” my lips twitch as I hand her the drink which she takes from me and takes a sip straight away.
Her cheeks are still blushed pink, lips still swollen from our kiss and my cock twitches thinking that her pussy is still dripping with our arousal, and I find myself swallowing, trying to ignore the want to drag her off again and bury my tongue inside of her.
“Nate,” her tone is cold, chilling and it makes me stand a little taller. “I hope that was worth it,” she glances away and over to where her and the dickhead blond were dancing, “because it won't happen again.”
And the low rumble of a growl vibrates in my throat, a possessiveness taking over and it's taking everything in me not to drag her back into that closet and fuck her until she can't walk.
Our moment is soon interrupted as Keaton swoops in beside me, hand on my shoulder and gives it a soft squeeze.
“Just to clarify,” Keaton licks his lips as his eyes volley between myself and James, “I'm allowed to dance with your wife, right?” and I shove him in the arm and shake my head.
“Idiot,” I push past him and lace my fingers through hers as I lead her away from him and back to our table, where I spend the rest of the night replaying every single moment until I know that I can take her again.
And I will have her.