Epilogue Two
Aidan
I don’t knowhow Emilie and Bailey did it, but they exceeded all my expectations.
My father’s garden is stunning. Ms Smith helped with the floral decorations since she refused to allow anyone to touch her garden, and she did a fantastic job.
The air is filled with the sweet scent of roses, peonies, and lavender from the meticulously arranged bouquets that line the aisles.
I’m not a flower type of guy, but the garden itself seems to have conspired to create a breathtaking backdrop, with flower beds in shades of pink, purple, and white. Despite Blakely’s aversion to red roses, Ms Smith managed to create a beautiful arrangement.
As I scan the area, my gaze falls upon Scott and Tim making their way towards me, not knowing what to do with their hands with no pockets in their kilts.
“How are you doing, big guy?” asks Scott, patting my back.
“Nervous?” Tim questions.
“Surprisingly. No.”
“You don’t think my sister would run away?” A smile plays at the corner of Scott’s mouth as he asks.
“If she does, I’ll find her and drag her back.”
“You’re a psycho, you know that?” A chuckle escapes Tim’s throat.
I shrug. What can I say? I know who I am. She is stuck with me until hell takes us, and even there, I’ll find her.
I turn my head to watch as our families settle into their seats. Her team, along with mine, are here. Isla, Skye, and Eilidh give me a thumbs up, while Cailean’s glare says that if I fuck things up, he’ll have my balls.
No worries, buddy. I’ll gladly give them to you if something were to happen to her.
My da’ joins us and embraces me tightly, which is unusual for him.
“I’m proud of you, son. And I know Aisla would be as well.” My emotions grip me tightly, like a hand around my throat. I don’t voice it, but I know she is here today. I miss her every day, but I’ll do my best to keep her memory alive.
“I know.” He claps my back before sitting down next to my maw, who is already in tears.
“May I kindly ask all the ladies and gentlemen present here to take a seat as the ceremony is about to commence,” the officiant says.
The start of the music causes my heart to race with anticipation. I cannot wait for her to walk down this aisle so we can get the fuck out of here.
I love my family, but I need to be buried deep inside her.
I hold my breath as Blakely walks down the aisle with her father, my heart pounding in my chest.
Fucking hell, she is… I’m lost for words. Saying gorgeous would be an offence to the beauty that’s walking towards me. Her dress is just wow. Perfectly hugging the curves I love so much. When she looks at me with a big smile, I notice her eyes are already welling up with tears.
As her father comes to a stop in front of me, he gives her a loving kiss on the cheek and greets me with a strong handshake.
I lift her veil and look into her eyes, gently wiping away her tears with my thumb.
“You look stunning.”
“You’re not bad yourself. And this kilt on you...” She bites her lips.
“Careful, beautiful,” I warn. She winks playfully.
My eyes are fixated on the pendant around her neck, and my hand instinctively reaches out towards it. I’m embraced by a soothing sensation of calm and peace, resulting in a smile gracing my lips. When I look into her eyes, all I can see is a deep sense of love and longing. This woman owns me, body and soul. She captured my heart years ago, and I have no intention of reclaiming it.
The ceremony goes by in a blur, and I repeat the words of the officiant mechanically, barely registering their meaning.
“I declare you husband and wife; you may ki?—”
Without waiting for him to finish, I forcefully grab Blakely’s mouth, eliciting laughter from the audience.
“I love you.”
“I love you, husband.”
“Fuck, say that again.” Her laughter fills my mouth as I kiss her.
“I love you, husband.”
“Let’s get out of here, Mrs Preston.”
“Seriously, where are they?” I hear someone ask on the other side of the door, which makes Blakely laugh.
“I’m sure they’re banging somewhere,” says another muffled voice.
“Shh, baby. You don’t want them to hear you.” I feel the softness of her skin as my hands trail down her thighs. “Already wet for me?” She shivers at my touch.
“Are you going to fuck me or not, Mr Preston?” She moans when my hands start to trace circles over her knickers.
“Oh, I’m going to fuck you alright.” Her neck is warm and tender as I press my lips to it. “Get on your knees, Mrs Preston.”
She drops to her knees and locks eyes with me. Fuck, my cock is throbbing with anticipation. I’ve been hard since the moment I saw her walking down the aisle, and that’s not a pleasant feeling when you have people around, are wearing a kilt, and also the centre of attention.
She lifts my kilt and doesn’t look surprised when she sees no briefs beneath.
“Should we apply your own rule of always wearing underwear to you as well?” She arches her brow.
“Do whatever you want as long as you open those luscious strawberry lips for me. Now, be a good girl and suck my cock,” I say in a commanding tone.
She does as she’s told, and fuck, I’ve been waiting all day to feel her warm tongue around my shaft. She’s taking her time, playing with my piercing, and damn if it’s not good.
“That’s it. Take me deeper in your throat.” I grab the back of her head, trying not to destroy her done-up hair, but hell if I care right now. “You’re doing so good for me.”
She’s moaning around my cock, her soft lips caressing me as I slide in and out of her mouth. As the pleasure intensifies with every thrust, I find myself pushing her head harder against me.
“Tink, you have no idea what your mouth is doing to me.” I feel the humming sensation around me, my body responding, and I know I’m close to the brink of release. Pulling out of her mouth, I take her hand and move it down to where I need her touch.
“Lick my balls, baby.” With her tongue, she playfully teases me while her fingers drag along my throbbing shaft. “Fucking hell. Touch yourself, and let me see,” I command.
She lifts her dress and begins to touch herself over her underwear. “Push them to the side.” She does as I say. “That’s it. Now put a finger in.”
The sight of her hands exploring her body is unbearable.
She moans as her eyes drift closed with her head against my thigh as she moves her fingers in and out of herself, still touching my pulsing shaft.
“As much as I crave to see my cum dripping down your throat, I want it to drip from your pussy clenching around me.”
I lift her effortlessly and press her firmly against the wooden door behind me.
“Are you ready for me, wife?”
“Fuck me already.”
“Always such a bratty mouth.”
Without a word, I bury myself inside her, the heat and tightness of her body driving me wild. I can already feel my balls tighten. “Aidan. Fuck. Harder. Please.”
“Your wish is my command. Grab my shoulders.” I pound faster and harder into her, grabbing her arse with my hands, bringing her closer and getting deeper. I run my hand over her curves, and she tenses up as I approach her arse.
“What are you doing?” Her question comes out in gasps as she struggles to catch her breath.
“This body is mine,” I say, finding my balance as I remove one hand to lift her with the other one. “I’ll claim this hole just as I have claimed all the others. But for now, I’ll just give you my finger.” I bring my finger in front of her, “Open your mouth.” She looks at me with wide eyes but opens it, “Now lick. That’s it, beautiful, get it warm and wet.” Fuck, her tongue dances around my finger, making it ready for her. “Now relax for me.” She takes deep breaths to try to relax, but as soon as I insert the tip of my finger, she tenses up again. “You’re doing so well,” I coo. “Just a bit more.”
“Aidan, it’s… fuck.” My finger is in sync with my thrusts, going in and out at the same pace.
“Good girl. You’re such a good slut for your husband, riding my finger like that. You’re taking me so well.” With a savage passion, I kiss her as I add another finger into her arse, causing her to cry out.
“Shit. I’m…”
“You’re what, baby?” Our breaths are ragged, and I can feel the tension in my muscles building and burning. I sense my body tensing up as my orgasm draws near.
“So full.”
“You like that? Being full of my shaft buried in your cunt and my fingers in your arse? Wait for my cock to fill your tight hole.” The faster my fingers move, the louder her moans become. Her body tenses around me, and she squeezes her eyes shut.
“Open your eyes,” I demand with a growl. “I want you to see me fuck your two holes while you shudder.” She blinks a few times, trying to adjust her vision, before looking directly at me. “That’s it. Are you going to come for me? I can feel you clenching around me.”
I lose myself in the sensation of her tightness, driving harder and deeper into her.
She takes my shirt with her two hands and rips it off. “What–”
My words are cut off as she starts to lick her name she carved on my chest. Fucking hell.
“Mine.” That’s all she says.
“Do it again,” I order. And she does.
Fuck. Me.
I thrust faster, deeper, feeling the need to possess her even more.
Her body arches against me, and her howls grow louder as her nails dig deeper into my back.
“Come for me,” I whisper in her ear.
“I’m gonna—” she let out a guttural scream, her body convulsing around me as her orgasm washes over her.
“Fucking hell.” I keep driving into her. The sound of our bodies slapping together echoes through the room until I let out a loud growl as I release my orgasm, feeling every inch of her tightness as I fill her with my cum.
When I let go of her legs, she falls into my arms, her body shaking. I push my cum back inside her with my fingers making her moan. “That’s how I always want you. Full of my cum.” I kiss her forehead. “You okay?” I gently brush the hair away from her face. The gentle rhythm of her nodding on my chest is interrupted by the vibration of her phone, shattering the calm. “I guess it’s time to go mingle with our guests.” When she groans, a laugh escapes my lips. Her phone rings a second time, which intensifies her groan. “Tink, you should probably answer your phone.”
It stops ringing momentarily before starting up for the third time. She quickly detaches herself from me and begins fumbling through her bag to check her phone. With a strange expression on her face, she glances back and forth between the caller and me before putting it on speaker.
“Cailean. What can I do for you?”
“Sorry to interrupt you during your sexual encounter, boss, but we have a situation.” I can feel her tense up.
“What is it?” If he is calling, that can only mean one thing.
“Several women have gone missing at the same time.”
“Okay, we will be here shortly.”
She puts down the phone and directs her attention towards me. “I suppose we’ll have to postpone our honeymoon,” she says with a resigned sigh.
I gently press my lips against hers. “You’re not alone anymore. We work as a team.”
Her lips curl up into a gentle smile when she looks at me. “Ready to go kick some arses, Spectre?”
“With you, Kore? I’ll kick as many arses as you want.”
THE END