His wife. He didn’t think he’d ever get tired of calling her that. As she’d walked up the aisle towards him, she’d taken his breath away and nearly had him in tears. Lily, who was not only beautiful on the outside but inside as well, wanted to spend her life with him. She had him wrapped around her little finger, which all his brothers knew and joked about. They could joke, but he knew if they got the same chance at the happiness he had, they’d be just the same, and he couldn’t wait to see it.
Lily mentioning she had someone in mind for Lucien didn’t sit well with him. His brother had deep scars, which were so much deeper on the inside than the visible ones on his body. He couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for him being trapped in his car, like he had been. Since then he’d closed off from the world, and women. He indulged Lily, but throwing women at him was something else entirely. He just hoped Lucien didn’t disappoint her too much.
Entering the marquee where the band had set-up for the evening, they walked straight on to the dance floor. Michael pulled Lily into his arms squeezing her tight.
The singer announced it was the last dance of the evening, and then started to sing ‘I don’t want to miss a thing’, a slow, romantic number, the original by Aerosmith.
Moving Lily slowly around the dance floor, he spotted his brother, Sebastian, standing a bit too close to Ramon’s girlfriend. He hadn’t missed the instant attraction, which had flown between the two of them not too long ago on the patio, but what the hell was Sebastian doing.
Lily caught him frowning at them. “Michael, it might be best if you don’t get involved.”
“There is something funny there.”
Lily frowned up at him, her eyebrow raised in questions.
“I don’t mean with Sebastian, I mean between Carla and Ramon. They just don’t seem…I don’t know.”
“You mean they don’t seem hot for each other?” Lily finished for him.
“Yeah.” He tucked her head back into his shoulder and whispered, “I’ve never seen Ramon give her a hot kiss. Oh, I’ve seen them hug and kiss, but nothing with passion.”
“Talking about passion, how about showing me some,” she purred.
He grinned. “I don’t think mom would approve of me showing you passion on the dance floor, but I’m sure you can feel what you do to me.”
She very slightly rubbed against his throbbing shaft. Michael was hard as stone and had been since the porch, when she’d announced she wasn’t wearing panties. He couldn’t wait to get her alone in their hotel room.
When the music stopped he kept Lily in his arms, but she raised her head to look at him. “Let’s go. I need you inside me.”
He growled and practically dragged her towards the entrance of the marquee. He didn’t need to be told twice.
Chapter 10
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George had wanted to drive them to the hotel, but had eventually given in when Janet said she wanted to spend more time with him. It was rather endearing watching their romance blossom from George blushing whenever Janet touched his arm, to the heated looks that passed between them. Lily didn’t think they were practicing monkey sex, but they were sure going at it a fair bit.
The limousine was the usual wedding affair; a long black stretch with blacked out windows and a privacy partition between the driver and them. The added privacy put all sorts of wicked thoughts in her head. Michael was sitting back in the seat his arm around her, and her cheek resting against his chest. Looking down, she could see how aroused he was. His thick, long cock looked ready to burst the zipper; she licked her lips in anticipation as her sex contracted. God, she was so sensitive since she’d become pregnant.
After he’d started to read all the baby books, the sex between them had been more sedate than before, which was driving her crazy. She had plans for their wedding night and they didn’t include sedate.
Moving her hand, she slid it into his pants, freeing the zipper as she did. Slowly trailing her finger from tip to the base of him, she felt him shudder against her; his heartbeat picking up some. She smoothed her hand along his length, and then scraped her nails over his balls, back up his cock to the tip. She didn’t think it was possible, but he grew even more with her ministrations.
Taking her eyes from his twitching shaft, which she’d freed from his pants, she chanced a look up at Michael. He had his head resting along the back of the seat, and was watching her through heavily lidded eyes. She grinned and slipped onto the floor of the vehicle, between Michael’s legs.
Michael stroked himself, but she knocked his hand away. She wanted to be the one to bring him to his orgasm.
Her clit throbbed, and if she had panties on they’d have been soaked. She had to stop herself from wiggling around; he had her so aroused with just the thought of his penis, and what she wanted to do to it. She could barely restrain herself at the thoughts of what he would do to her with his cock.