Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 39641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 39641 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 198(@200wpm)___ 159(@250wpm)___ 132(@300wpm)
"Girl, you were already gorgeous, but we're going to watch Anthony lose his mind. He's going to wish he took you to Vegas instead." I blush, thinking about how sexy I find his caveman tendencies.
It’s time, and my uncle knocks on the door. “Are you ready?” I spin around and smile. “Yes. Please take me to my husband, Uncle Denver.”
“You look like the perfect princess. We’re going to have to hold Blade back.”
A limo takes us there while the Riders ride in front and back of us for protection in large, black-on-black SUVs. We’re not that far from the ranch so we didn’t need all this pomp and circumstance, but I’d been quickly overruled as if it wasn’t my wedding. Still, I do love it. I’ve never been this spoiled, and I eat it up. What I love most is that Anthony didn’t hesitate to get involved in all of this to make me happy.
We pull into the road leading to the large barn where we’re going to have the ceremony, and the nerves kick in. Giggling, I cheer, “I’m getting married.”
“That you are, and you look perfect,” my uncle says. The limo comes to a stop. With a smile, he adds, “Showtime.”
He exits first before taking my hand and leading me to the entrance. The music begins as if the only thing holding up the wedding is me. I bow my head, blushing furiously. The doors open to a crowd of about sixty people. Many I’ve met, but my eyes are focused at the front on Anthony, who stands proudly with Jackson and Emiliano as his groomsmen. Roxie and Penny are my bridesmaids, and they both deserve the matron of honor title for the way they made this all come together.
When I reach his side, I see Jackson finally releasing his hold on my man. “You’re too beautiful,” he utters, staring at me as if it’s just us two in the room, like those many times in the bakery when I swore it was just us.
The ceremony passes in a blur because my heart’s pounding in my ears.
Anthony cups my face as the officiant says, “You may kiss your bride.”
“I love you, my precious Jules.”
“I love you, husband.” Losing control at his new title, he growls and slams his mouth onto mine, wrapping his arm around me and pulling me roughly against his body. We kiss until cheers roar through the barn.
“May I present Mr. and Mrs. Anthony and Julia Santini.”
They cheer and clap with the photographer, getting lots of pictures. I cling to Anthony’s side as we make our way to the reception, which is at the clubhouse. Even though we had the wedding on the ranch, they wanted the reception somewhere safe given the recent climate in Steeleville. It’s a big reason Anthony kept me away. He says he’s afraid of losing me, and when I found out what happened with them while I was gone, I can imagine why he was scared to bring me into his world, but we’ve learned that my world can be just as dangerous.
We take the limo back with just our driver. “Husband, I must say, you look incredible in a suit. I’m soaked at just the sight of you.” He takes my hand and rubs it on his throbbing bulge.
“This is what you do to me all the time, baby. I’d take you here if I knew we couldn’t be heard, but I’ll wait like a good boy.”
“Well, cover your mouth because I want to be a bad girl.” I bend down and free his cock from his slacks.
Chapter Eleven
Blade
The need to fuck her pretty mouth is more than I can take. I grab her perfect hair and pump upward into my wife’s slender throat, making her gag and then relaxing just enough to let her breathe before filling her again. She chokes, salivating all over my shaft while she reaches down under her dress. The sight is too much for me.
“I’m going to come,” I grunt, lifting her slightly off my cock to give her a warning, but she doubles down, cupping my balls and sucking hard. “You’re trying to drain me dry, baby.” She moans around my cock. “Fine—you asked for it.” I hold back the roar building in my chest as I let go and come hard down her throat.
She sits up, swallowing with a grin on her face. "I didn't spill a drop on my pretty dress," she says proudly.
"No, you sure didn't," I pant out, fixing my slacks. Her hair's a mess, but it only makes it sexier. Everyone's going to think I fucked her in the limo, but it was only her gorgeous, plump lips.
"I love watching you come undone like that."
I press the button for the driver.
"Yes, sir?” he answers.
"Please take us back to our residence."