Immediately, I’d dialed her father’s number asking him what the hell was going on. Tomás explained how he’s giving her time to calm down, but she’s being completely stubborn about not coming out to eat. Nor allowing anyone in the room. Evidently, Bridget jimmied something under the door to keep anyone from entering. By the time he gets to the part about her diabetes, I’m beyond livid she’d do something like this.
I jump out of bed, dress in a pair of jeans and polo shirt, and head for the exit. I’ll be back later to move my things to the honeymoon suite and get cleaned up before heading to the church. First, I need to attend to my fiancée and her stubbornness.
Upon entering the house, I don’t stop for pleasantries, merely nodding my head in acknowledgment all while heading in the direction of the woman who consumed my dreams while I slept.
Knocking on the door, I wait only to have her scream out ‘go away’. Yeah, fuck that. Pounding on the door persistently, I finally give up when she screams yet again for me to leave her alone and lift my foot kicking the door off its hinges. I don’t care if I damaged the door to her room. If her father gets mad, I’ll tell him to send me the bill for the repairs.
Finding her on her bed did nothing to appease me. No, she needed to be punished for acting as a child and that’s what I’d done. Her ass looked fucking beautiful with my handprint gracing its flesh.
Honestly, I can’t wait to have my hands on her ass again, except next time I’ll be doing more than spanking her.
It took all my restraint not to say fuck it and take her then and there.
However, we didn’t have time. When I have Bridget for the first time, I intend to make sure she’s begging for me to sink my dick deep inside her pussy.
Once I’d gotten my point across, I left the room, found Tomás, and had him get her something to eat. I then left satisfied my fiancée would do as she’d been told. I ran back over to the hotel, showered and shaved, making sure I’m good to go and move my things up to the other suite I’ve booked for Bridget and myself.
I arrived at the church where we were to marry, I should have known better than to think this would be a quaint affair. Nope, Tomás had everything situated, how I don’t know and really don’t care as long as it means, in the end, Bridget becomes mine.
I shouldn’t have been surprised to see my parents there waiting for me after I went and changed into my tux. I knew they were spending time in Ireland and with me getting married they wouldn’t have missed this. Giving my mother a hug, I shook my dad’s hand with a raised brow in question.
“Your mother has had this planned for years,” is all he’d said as his gaze peers over my shoulder.
At the narrowing of his eyes, I turn to see what’s holding his attention. Other than sending a text to them informing them to come to the wedding, I hadn’t spoken to Badger or my cousin since we got her away from Kayne.
So, seeing the bruises marring her skin I can understand my father’s feelings. I hadn’t had the chance to update my father on what’s happened. I quickly do this so he’d understand the way my cousin looks.
Waving them over, I introduced Jordan to my parents and the way my mother had embraced her, I think shocked the both of us. They hadn’t seen Jordan since she’d been a toddler, I think.
Both my parents insisted that Jordan, Badger, and Burner join them in the front as the ceremony was about to begin. Moving to the front, I stood near the priest, holding my breath anxiously waiting for Bridget to make her appearance.
My first sight of her and I knew it wasn’t merely lusting I felt for her it was something more. Yet, I’m not sure if it was love or not. My chest tightens as she walks down the aisle with her father. As her gaze connects with my own, giving her a knowing grin as she licks her lips. Whether it be nerves or wanting, I don’t care. All I knew is at the first glance of Bridget, my heart nearly leaped out of my chest.
After the service, I helped my wife into the back of the limo and made out with her on the way to our reception. Standing with her now among our family and a hell of a lot of people I don’t know, I can’t think of anything else but getting out of here. I want to take her upstairs to our suite and continue what I’d started with her in her bedroom at her father’s house. Our marriage might be rushed as the fact we don’t truly know each other in a sense, but I intend to give her something special.
Actually, if I’m honest, I’m giving her something I’ve never given another person since my teenage years when I learned it was easier to fuck two women at once. However, with Bridget, the thought of anyone seeing her body the way I will draws something out of me. I also have no desire to have another woman alongside her. She’s it for me.
Shit, even now, as the men around us leer at Bridget, taking in the way her dress molds to her body, I’m tempted to shove the tip of my blade through their eyes in order to blind them.
Keeping my wife close, we make our rounds.
Introducing Bridget to Jordan, I feel her tense under my hands.
“Nice to meet you,” she says curtly, holding her hand out.
“Same,” Jordan murmurs, taking my wife’s hand glancing up at me with a lifted brow.
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