Chapter 4
Emma and Terry had a beautiful wedding. The weather was perfect, and somehow, everything seemed to go right for the young couple.
Not even the ring bearer getting distracted and wandering off his path could ruin the ceremony.
If anything, it added to the charm of an already lovely event, and everyone laughed at the incident.
The ceremony had several touching moments, and Jill had to wipe tears from her eyes as she watched Bradley give his daughter away. That morning, he’d woken her up to go get ready to join Emma and her bridal train, but they had somehow ended up having sex again, and she’d been a few minutes late.
They did a good job of pretending things were normal, but every once in a while, their eyes would meet, and she fought the urge to giggle or laugh. Once, she coughed during the ceremony, and he gave her a look. She knew if they were alone, he would have given her a good spanking.
After they exchanged vows and the minister blessed their union, the crowd moved to the reception hall, and the fun continued.
Jill had a grand time as she mingled with the guests and danced with the bride and her bridesmaids.
Later, Jill sat down at her table, catching her breath and savoring a piece of the delicious wedding cake as she watched the others dance.
Twice, she was approached by different men who asked her to dance, but she graciously turned them down.
She was chatting excitedly with one of Emma’s friends when she felt a presence behind her and tensed.
She didn’t need to hear his voice to know it was him.
Then he spoke, and she still felt that shock to her senses she was supposed to be used to by now.
“Hi,” he said, and she slowly turned around. Just when she was starting to think they could make it through the ceremony without exposing themselves, he decided to get them both in trouble. Didn’t he know she couldn’t think straight when he was this close to her?
“Hello, Mr. Holt,” she replied, proud of herself for sounding so calm when every nerve in her body seemed to be on fire.
“Would you like to dance?” he asked, holding out a hand.
Jill swallowed as visions of the things those fingers had done to her the night before flashed in her mind. She wondered what game he was playing here. Was this punishment for something she’d done, or was it something else?
“You can go ahead,” the girl she was talking to said, assuming Jill hesitated because she didn’t want to be rude.
“Come on,” Bradley said, an easy smile on his face. “I promise I won’t bite.”
Looking at him, she placed her hand in his and let him walk her to the dance floor. He placed his other arm on her waist, keeping it high enough that it wouldn’t draw any suspicion from the audience around them.
“What are you doing?” she whispered as they swayed to the music.
“Dancing with you,” he replied with a grin.
“This is not funny, Bradley.”
“Oh, so it’s Bradley now. I thought it was Mr. Holt. Of course, I’ve grown rather fond of you calling me Daddy.”
Jill coughed and lurched forward. His arms around her kept her from falling, and he resumed dancing smoothly.
“Are you crazy?”
“I must be,” he said. “I’m dancing with my son-in-law’s sister and thinking about all the ways I want to peel that dress off her and…”
“Don’t,” she whispered fiercely.
“Don’t what?” he asked innocently.
“You know what,” she replied. “It’s your daughter’s wedding, for fuck’s sake.”
“Fine, I’ll stop, but not because of the trick you tried to pull off there.”
Jill sighed and allowed him to take the lead as they continued dancing.
“So what do you think about the ceremony?” he asked after a few seconds.
“It was amazing,” she replied, glad they were finally discussing something appropriate.
“It was, wasn’t it?” He grinned widely. “I’ll have to say, I’m glad my daughter married your brother. I can’t remember when I’ve ever seen her so happy.”
“I know. For a moment, I thought you were going to shed a tear during the ceremony.”
“I did,” he said. “It’s so beautiful seeing people in love, isn’t it?”
“So I’ve heard.” She looked at him. “I’m guessing you know what that feels like.”
He nodded. “Emma’s mother was the love of my life. She was the best thing to ever happen to me, and I wouldn’t be who I am today without her.”
“Do you think you’ll ever love someone like that again?”
He shrugged. “I don’t really think about it. Got enough to worry about.”
She wasn’t sure what answer she was expecting, but she felt a little disappointed. “So are you leaving with them tomorrow?” she asked, shaking off her discontent.
“No. I’ll see them off and then fly back home in the evening. What about you?”
“Still got my hotel room for the rest of the week,” she replied. “I plan to enjoy this as much as I can. I don’t know when I’ll get another chance like this.”
“That’s smart. Well, if you’re going to be here for a few days, you should consider visiting the Salerno Cathedral. I hear it’s really nice.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.” She wondered why he didn’t seem even the tiniest bit sad to be leaving. Even though they’d both agreed that this was nothing serious from the onset, the thought of him leaving her made her unhappy.
“Have you decided on what you’re going to do when you get home?” he asked a few seconds later, still dancing with her. “Is it going to be school or one of the job offers you got?”
Jill realized he knew too much about her, more than she would have felt comfortable telling a stranger she had just met two days before.
Thinking about it, she realized that when they were not fucking, they were talking.
And she did most of the speaking. He was just so easy to talk to and always knew the right thing to say to make her feel good.
“Not really,” she replied. “I just don’t know what the best choice is.”
“Who cares what the best choice is? What do you want to do?”
“I don’t know that either.”
“Yes, you do.”
She raised a brow. “Really? Then tell me what I want to do since you know so much about me?”
“No backtalk, Jill,” he scolded, and her frown deepened. Even as a flush crept up her neck and she felt her nipples harden. “And yes, you know what you want to do. You’re just scared to do it.”
“Me? Scared?” She snorted. “I bet you didn’t think I was scared when I seduced you last night.”
“Is that what we’re going with?” He smiled softly at her.
It was a reassuring smile, and she moved a little closer to him, instinctively reaching for the comfort she knew he was capable of.
“I know you’re scared,” he continued, “and it’s okay to be.
As long as you make sure you don’t let it stop you from what you really want. ”
“I know what I want,” she replied, speaking softly and gazing into his eyes. “I want you to wrap your hand around my throat like you did last night and fuck me until I—”
“Don’t be immature.” He stopped her without missing a beat.
But Jill was not ready to let go. “You know we can—”
“No.”
She pouted at him. “You didn’t even let me finish.”
“I don’t need to.”
“Don’t lie. You’re thinking about it too.”
“Not the point. We both agreed last night would be the last time we messed around.”
“Well, I thought one night would be enough to get you out of my system, but I think it made it worse.” She moved closer to him as they continued to slow dance to the music. “Now, I’m thinking… who says we have to stop?”
“You know why.”
“It makes no sense.” She kept her voice down even as she sounded indignant. “We’re both adults. Why should we care what anyone thinks about us fucking—”
“Jill,” he warned.
“What if your daughter wasn’t marrying my brother?” She heard how desperate she sounded, but was way past caring. “I bet you wouldn’t have a problem with it then. Hell, we’d probably be in your room right now, fucking.”
“Stop this!” he hissed, glancing around to make sure no one was close enough to overhear her.
She didn’t care. No one existed in the world but the two of them.
He was all she could think about, and she let her imagination run wild.
“You’d call me your princess and make me feel really good.
” She smiled up at him as they danced to a slow-tempo song.
The type of song babies were made to. “You’d eat my pussy.
I know how much you love that. The sounds you make when you’ve got your head between my legs… ” She shivered.
“You’ve lost your mind.”
“And whose fault is that? Who held me down and fucked me until I shed tears last night? Who held me in his arms and cradled me to sleep, then woke me this morning and slid back inside me like he never left.”
“Jill…”
“These are not fantasies, Bradley. You did this to me, so how can you blame me if the fantasies no longer feel enough? How can I help wanting you the way I want you?”
“What do you want from me?”
“You know what I want? To suck your cock until you explode in my mouth and your cum paints my lips. You know, just like you did to me last night.”
He stopped dancing, and she wondered if she’d gone too far. Then she realized the music had stopped playing and everyone was leaving the dance floor.
“Jill.” He called her name one time, and her pussy clenched in arousal.
“It’s okay,” she said with a small smile. “We agreed that last night would be the last time. I mean, you’re my father-in-law now.”
“It’s not just that,” he said, an edge of frustration in his voice. “You’ve got your whole life ahead of you. This was supposed to be something fun and quick. It wasn’t supposed to go on for this long. I’m too old for you, Jill.”
“Didn’t matter last night,” she reminded him. “Besides, I don’t care that you’re older than I am. I love it.”
“Easy for you to say, but it’s not that simple.”
“I know,” she said quietly. Clearing her throat, she took a step back. “I think I’m done here for tonight. I’m going back to my hotel room.”
“You don’t have to leave on my account.”