Chapter Twenty-Five
Training wheels
Lily
Flushing bright red, I ask wide-eyed, “How much did you hear?”
Leaning down, placing firm, wet kisses on my neck, he mutters into my skin, “Every. F*ckin’. Word.”
Shit!
He demands, “Answer me.”
Double shit!
Closing my eyes at the feel of his mouth on me, I whisper, “I- I forgot the question.”
His breath warms my skin as he laughs silently. “You think I’m sexy?”
Oh that!
No hesitation. “Yes. And yes. You’re extremely sexy. And I think you’re the sexiest man I’ve ever seen. Hands down.”
Lifting his head, he kisses my lips gently before running his nose up the length of mine. What he says next makes me want to do cartwheels.
“You need me to f*ck you, baby?”
I could cry from relief. Biting my lip, I whimper and nod. But it’s not good enough for him.
Reaching up and gripping my hair tight, he pulls gently but firm. “I said do you need me to f*ck you, princess? I need an answer.”
My core contracts and floods.
He feels my hips jerk and smiles. Suddenly, the smile is gone. “F*ck me. You really want me?”
Oh God.
Terah was right. He’s insecure.
Not answering him, I take his free hand, slide it up my skirt, and place it on my soaked panties. Feeling how wet I am, he hisses in a breath and rests his forehead on mine. “Shit, babe. F*ckin’ hell! Poor baby. My poor baby. You need my cock, don’t you?”
Listening to his dirty words makes me even wetter. Playing my role, I pout and nod sullenly.
Lifting his head, his hooded eyes meet mine. “Gotta be quiet, princess. Don’t want your family hearing.”
Oh shit. That makes it so much hotter!
Almost forcefully, he takes my hips in his hands and turns me, leaving me facing the bathroom sink and mirror. His hands slide up my legs and under my skirt. Large fingers find my panties and pull them down to my knees. I wiggle a little, and they fall all the way down to the ground.
Lifting my skirt up over my hips, he takes his time looking down at me, and kneading my ass cheeks in his big hands. My head falls forward with a breathy sigh. The sound of his zipper opening fills the bathroom and I lift my head. His eyes meet mine in the mirror and he says quietly, “Six months without you, babe. You got no idea how much I need you. Gonna f*ck you right here, and you’re gonna keep your eyes on me.”
My cheeks flush and I nod. He reaches up and squeezes my neck. “I can’t promise I’ll last this time, but when we get home, we’ll do it all over again.” My breath hitches and he adds softly, “And again. And again. Until we reach out fill. That sound good?”
Swallowing hard as my core contracts again, I nod vigorously.
I can’t see his erection but I do see his hand make a slow up-down motion behind me. Knowing he’s touching himself makes me buck against the sink. His eyes close in bliss and he mutters, “Want to taste you right now but can’t, so tonight I’m eating your p-ssy for an hour minimum. You down for that?”
F*ck yes!
Biting my lip, I nod so fast and so hard that he laughs softly. Suddenly, he’s pressed against me. His thick, long dick nestled between the cheeks of my ass.
Terah took me to the doctor the day after I told her Nox was back, and made sure I got a birth control shot. And I’m so thankful right now that I could kiss her!
But I’ll wait.
Till I have panties on.
Nox states, “Need your eyes, baby.”
Snapping my head up, I hold his stare. He moves back a little, the tip of him gently probing at my wetness. His eyes hooded, he asks, “What is this?” then pushes himself in the tiniest bit.
My eyes flutter and I sputter, “It’s- it’s- it’s-”
Not answering quick enough, he pulls back. “What is it, princess?”
Rubbing himself up and down my folds, I sigh and blurt out, “Your cock. It’s your cock.”
He smirks, “That’s right, baby. Where does my cock belong? Tell me.”
Holding his eyes, I whisper, “In- in my p-ssy.”
He closes his eyes and shudders. When his eyes open, they flash. “My cock belongs in your sweet p-ssy, baby.” And with that, he slowly pushes into me, holding my eyes, daring me to look away.
Chest heaving with heavy breaths, I say breathily, “Oh shit. Oh. I missed you so much.”
His mouth parts, he pushes further, all the way in. My ass touches his scarred belly and he utters quietly, “Forgot.” He swallows hard. “Forgot how good you feel.” Shaking his head, he clarifies, “No. I didn’t. But sometimes I thought, maybe I just built it up in my mind. How good you feel.”
Pulling back, he pushes back in slowly and says, “But I didn’t. You’re perfect. F*ckin’ perfect.”
My hips buck, sliding him deeper into me and he hisses. “Can’t go slow, baby. Not this time.”
I mutter, “I don’t want slow. I want you to show me how much you missed me.”
His icy-blues cut through me, and my heart races. Gritting his teeth, he splays his hands on my hips, grips tight, and thrusts deep. Lowering my head a moment with a gasp, I hear, “Eyes. Or I stop.”
Whimpering, I lift my head, and our eyes lock once more. He drives into me at a steady pace.
My p-ssy already throbbing, I whisper, “Come in me.”
His eyes widen before he grasps my hips tighter in his hold, and thrusts hard and fast. My belly clenches. My nipples stiffen. I grip the edge of the sink as my core begins to tighten.
I moan softly and open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out.
My hips jerk, and my eyes close. He asks hoarsely, “You gonna come on my cock, baby?”
Dirty, dirty words. I love them.
Who knew?
Just then, I open my mouth and moan a little too loudly. Reaching up, he covers my mouth with his hand, and I bite down on his finger. Without warning, my spine tingles and I contract around him, once. His arm wraps around my waist, pulling me deeper into his thrusts, and my eyes almost roll back into my head.
Rainbow-colored spots dance in my vision, and my stomach clenches tight.
His thrusts become frenzied, and he groans softly, “Gonna come in your p-ssy, babe.”
Thrusting like a mad man, my p-ssy clenches around him and I gasp. The contractions start.
With every wave of my orgasm, I keep my eyes on his. He watches me come, then suddenly grits his teeth. Holding me firmly, he thrusts once more, stills, then whispers, “F*ck yeah.”
His face becomes pained as he breathes heavily. And I feel his release. He throbs and jerks deep inside of me. The wet warmth feels so good that it causes me to contract again. And again.
Ecstasy.
Nothing could compare to what I’m feeling right now.
Whatever was halting our connection in the past two weeks has suddenly vanished.
Both breathing heavily, and still holding each other’s gaze through the mirror, I smile sweetly at him.
And he does something gorgeous. Something I missed.
He smirks.
Oh yeah.
My man is back.
***
Two weeks later…
“Nox, honey, you need to get dressed. We’re going to be late. And we can’t be late!”
Sounding flustered, he just about barks back, “Working on it, babe. It’s just-” He grunts, then growls, and I stop what I’m doing.
This isn’t unusual these days. Nox told me that his temper spikes sometimes, and that I’d need to be patient with him.
And I am patient.
Walking down the hall to our room, I stop in the doorway and watch as he tries to put on his new prosthetic leg. This one arrived last week and is a little more complicated to fit. And I see it’s getting to him.
My stomach sinks as I watch him try and try, and get nowhere. Out of nowhere, he grips the prosthetic tight, rears his arm back and throws it across the room. Hard. It hits the wall, and the bang is so loud it makes my rigid body jerk. My heart aches. I hate that this is so hard on him.
Resting his elbows on his knees, he rubs his hands over his face and breathes deeply, trying to control himself.
I’ve prepared myself for this moment. And I pray that the internet videos I’ve watched are accurate. Or this will be super awkward.
Quiet as a mouse, I walk into our room and pick up the prosthetic. Making my way over to the bed where he sits, I kneel in front of him. Feeling me close, he uncovers his red and angry face. Upon seeing me, he softens. “Hey.”
Not saying a word, I take hold of the leg sleeve and unroll it. Nox watches me carefully and opens his mouth to speak, but I cut him off with, “You spent months saving me.” Avoiding his eyes, I slide the silicone sleeve up the remainder of his right leg and whisper, “My turn to save you.”
I’m so careful not to make faces or noises. I don’t want this to be a negative experience for us. I want to be there to help when he needs it. Rolling the second sock on top of the silicone sleeve, I tell him, “You don’t ever need to do this alone. I’m always here, babe.”
Sliding on the prosthetic, I tell him, “Stand, babe. You have to walk around a little.”
Standing, I hear the first click of the pin fitting into the base of the prosthetic. He walks on the spot a few times and it clicks some more. Then it stops clicking.
Smiling up at him, I ask, “Okay?”
Face heated, he grunts, “Not okay.”
My face falls.
You shouldn’t have gotten involved, moron.
My shoulder slump, and I shrug, “I just thought-”
I’m cut off when his arms wrap around my waist, and he pulls me close. So close, I can feel something long and hard poke my belly.
Well, hello.
Looking up at him in shock, he says in awe, “You are the sexiest woman on the f*ckin’ planet.”
Flushing, I say breathily, “Oh.”
Pulling me even closer, he leans forward and mutters against my lips, “And I’m gonna f*ck you right now.”
Slumping, I sigh into his mouth, “Okay.”
I feel his grin on my lips, “I thought we were going to be late.”
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I mutter, “It can wait.”
Chuckling, he pulls me back onto the bed and shows me just how sexy he thinks I am.
***
“Shit! We’re so late!”
“It’s our wedding, babe. They aren’t gonna do anything without us.”
My eyes widen as I straighten my hair in the car mirror. “I have sex hair!”
He smirks, “Yeah, you do.”
Running my hands down my long, plain, ivory strapless dress, I scowl. Turning, ready to spit fire, I take a look at him and my mouth snaps shut. My eyes water and my lips quiver, “And you look so handsome in a tux.”
Reaching across the cab, he takes hold of my hand and squeezes, “What’s all this shit, baby? We’re meant to be happy right now.”
Sniffling, I explain, “It was one of the things I felt cheated on. When I thought you were- you know. I felt cheated that we hadn’t done any boyfriend-girlfriend things. We hadn’t gone grocery shopping together, or bought bed sheets together. And I always wished I’d seen you in a tux. And now I am.”
Swallowing hard, unable to control myself, I lift my head and I wail, “On our wedding day!”
Squeezing my hand tighter, Nox chuckles nervously, “Freakin’ me out here, babe.”
Releasing him, I fan my face with my hands. “Shit. Okay, sorry. I’m cool.”
He chuckles again. “No, you’re not.”
No. I’m not.
Pulling up to city hall, I see our parents and Terah waiting for us. Parking right out front, I exit the car and all the women rush towards me, talking animatedly all at once.
I’m lead away from Nox, and he lifts his finger to his head in a silent salute.
Rolling my eyes, I mouth, “Love you.”
Kissing his fingers, he places them on his heart.
***
Signing the papers has got to be the most emotional thing I’ve ever gone through.
The tears just wouldn’t stop.
And I felt stupid.
That was until Nox came up behind me, holding me around the waist. “No tears today, baby. Best day of my life.”
I agree. One hundred percent.
The judge came over to us and shook our hands. He leaned in and said to Nox, “Proud to have you serve this country, son. Good to have you home.”
That is Nox’s cover story.
According to the Army (thanks to Mitch), Adam Christian Taylor went missing during a mission some years ago. He was declared dead with no body being found. Turns out, he was alive the whole time. He was found six months ago, gravely wounded and with a case of hardcore amnesia.
Wink, wink.
And Nox hates it.
But it was the only story Mitch insisted would work for Nox to have his old identity back. What Nox hates is being thanked for something he never did.
Steeling his jaw, he says, “Don’t thank me, sir.”
The judge smiles, “’Course not. Just doing your duty.”
Terah takes hold of Nox’s hand, clearly trying to save him. She says to the judge, “I’m sorry, do you mind if I steal them away for some photos? Mom’s getting snappy happy .”
The judge chuckles, “Not at all, dear.” He turns to us both. “I hope you have a long and happy life together. Truly, I do.”
With that, we leave the courthouse and make our way to a local park.
A gazillion photos later, we head to the restaurant for our wedding dinner with our family. And when we get there, Nox pulls me back a little. “I don’t want any crying, babe.”
What?
Shaking my head, I ask chuckling, “Why would I cry? I’m so effing happy, you dork!”
“Yeah, well-” Nox looks passed me and smiles, “Yeah. You’re gonna cry.”
Turning, I gasp in shock.
No way. No way!
Rock and Boo stand there , dressed to the nines, ready to celebrate with us.
And, of course, it happens.
My eyes tingle for a whole second before I cover my mouth with my hand and burst into tears.
Boo rushes forward, dressed in a long tawny-pink number. She looks great. Taking me in a warm hug, I feel her body shake with mine. Crying happy tears.
Rock pulls her away from me a second, only to wrap me up tight. He looks good in slacks and a grey shirt. Wiping my tears away, I announce, “You two look so effing hot!”
Boo barks a laugh, “Damn, Deedee. Never thought I could see someone look so beautiful before, but…” She motions to my very plain wedding dress and shrugs. Rock finishes for her, “You look like an angel, babe.”
My heart warms.
I’m so happy right now!
Clare comes forward with her hands on her hips and wide eyes, “Adam, we’re going to have words later. Why didn’t you tell me they were coming?”
Rock smiles big and opens his arms to her, “Mama!”
Boo knocks him aside, “Wait in line, bub!” Then she runs to Clare, “Mama!”
I should’ve known they’d met before. Mama talked about them when we went to visit her that first time, but had never said she’d actually seen them in person.
We approach our table, and everyone is introduced to each other. We spend the next hour chatting away and having a great time.
It’s relaxed and low key.
And I love it.
Nox and I decided to go against tradition. We wanted a small wedding and we wanted to pay for it ourselves. I know I come from money, but this was important to me. My independence means everything to me.
Everyone orders what they want for dinner (which is something my dad insisted on paying for and Nox agreed on) and I sit back a moment, taking in everything around me.
Looking around, I smile softly. Terah and Jon talk closely together, holding hands. Boo and Rock talk loudly and animatedly, obviously arguing about something stupid. Like always. Mom and Dad chat away to Clare. And Nox…
I turn to my husband.
I find him watching me with that gorgeous crooked smile in place.
Leaning close to me, he says, “Hey.”
Moving even closer to him, our noses touch, and I whisper, “Hi.”
He kisses my lips gently, and my eyes close in sheer delight. I sigh through my nose and kiss him deeper. Pulling away gently, he asks on a grin, “So when are you gonna give me babies?”
Almost choking on my tongue, I laugh quietly, “Not anytime soon. Maybe in a couple of years. You know, when I’ve had enough time to enjoy you.”
His hand rests on my thigh and he squeezes. “I’m down for that.”
Smiling like an idiot, I rub my nose against his. “Good. Because even though I love kids, I’m not ready for them yet.”
Kissing my lips once, he utters, “That’s fair, baby. Whatever you want, I’m good with.”
Suddenly, he asks seriously, “Are you happy?”
My heart expands and warms.
“Yes. Completely.” I lose my smile. “Are you?”
He thinks a moment, his brows furrowed. “Can’t think of a time I was even half as happy as today.”
My heart stutters and I get dreamy-happy.
I watch as he looks around the table and smiles. Turning back to me, he wraps an arm around my shoulders and pulls me close. Kissing the top of my head, he utters, “Nothing’s gonna beat today. Got everyone I care about close, and that’s never happened in my life. I hate to say it, babe…” Looking at me with dead seriousness, he continues, “Never thought I’d be glad about having to protect someone. But, f*ck me, I totally am. Hate what we went through to get here. But…we’re here. And that’s all I care about.”
Leaning my forehead into the side of his chin, I say softly, “Love you, Nox.”
He sighs, “Love you more, princess. You have no idea how much.”
I close my eyes tightly, put a hand to his thigh and squeeze.
Yeah.
I’m pretty sure I do.