Promiscuous (Book 2 in the Fixer Series) (17 page)

Everyone laughed as they raised their glasses.

Dylan leaned in and whispered in my ear.  “Making babies sounds like lots of fun, let’s cut the cake and get out of here.” 

I giggled.  “What happened to delayed gratification cowboy,” I said.  “What if I have a headache and I’m not the mood?”

“Well then I suggest you take some ibuprofen and get in the mood,” he exhaled restlessly. 

“That bad, huh Dylan?”

“Brooke, you have no idea.  I’ve wanted you since I saw you walk down the aisle in that dress.  All I can think about is getting you out of it.”

“Okay baby, let’s go cut the cake,” I said kissing his cheek.

I knew I was probably in for a real treat when it came to cutting the cake.  Dylan’s ornery streak was bound to come out some time and what better time than when feeding your spouse cake on your wedding day.  Dylan had chosen the cake for our special day.  It was simple, elegant and beautiful.  There were three squared layers, the bottom layer was white; center layer red and the top layer white.  Red and white roses accented the cake by adding beauty to the simplicity of each layer. 

 
Dylan cut small slivers of cake from the bottom tier, revealing red velvet cake.   As Dylan gently pushed the cake in my mouth, I heard him groan which made me laugh.  I knew he was dying and we had yet to do the garter and the tossing of the bouquet.  Next was my turn with the cake.  Since Dylan had been so sweet and nice with his piece I decided to smear his on his face.  Everyone laughed and cheered as I wiped his face clean and then walked over to the corner where a chair awaited us for the removal of the garter.  I knew this was going to be tough for Dylan since I knew the state he was already in.  I giggled to myself. 
That’s what you get for your damn delayed gratification crap.  Serves you right, maybe I should just drag this out a little longer and continue the torture. 

“What is
that
look for?” he asked cocking his head, smirking. 

“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough,” I laughed.

“Alright princess, let’s get started,” he said running his hand up and down my leg.

I rolled my eyes.  “Try to exercise some self control,” I scolded.

“With you Brooke, never.”

H
is breath hitched; his jaw twitching as he reached the red and white, satin and lace garter.  He slowly slid it down my leg, letting his fingers glide along my skin.  Everything inside of me ignited. 

“Hurry up,” I said, my voice low.

“What’s the matter princess?  Do you need something now?”

“Yes!  I need you to get that off of my leg before our guests realize that you’re feeling me up.”

He threw his head back and laughed.  “Brooke, I don’t give a shit what they think.  You’re my wife now, I can feel you up whenever, wherever and however I want.  Besides, I’d be willing to bet that they know what we’ll be doing after this reception is over.”

“Don’t count on it cowboy.  If you don’t hurry up and get that off of me, you won’t be getting anything.  Understand?”

“Baby, you’re cute when you make idle threats; I promise by the time we hit that bed, you’ll be begging for what I’m going to give you.  I know you’re already wet, I can see it in your eyes, feel it straight down to my cock.  Your body is talking to mine and you’d better listen to it, prepare yourself, because baby, I am going to rock. your. world.”

I closed my eyes, trying not to show any signs of how turned on I was
.  Tristan’s laugh boomed through the room. 
Shit!
I thought.  He knows. 

***

It was getting late and the reception was finally dying down. Tristan had caught the garter and Stephanie and Mandy fought over the bouquet.  Mandy finally won out.  Guests that had flown in were staying at the castle since it had enough rooms to accommodate a small army.  After an hour of saying goodnight to everyone, Dylan swept me off my feet and carried me up the stairs to our room. 

CHAPTER 15

Dylan held true to his prom
ise of making me beg by performing a slow, sexy, strip tease out of his tux.  I wasn’t allowed to touch, only watch.  It was pure hell.  I wanted to run my fingers up and down his chiseled body, but each time I tried, he took a step back away from me.  I was frustrated, tired, excited; needing to be held and he was playing a game.

“What can I do for you Mrs. Prescott,” he asked teasing me some more.

“You can come over here and get me out of this dress,” I replied.

“Oh no baby, I love you in that dress.  Maybe I should have you wear that while I fuck you.”

I licked my lips in anticipation my heart beating faster. 

“Maybe you should.  Either way, I just wish you would come over here and do it.”

“Now what fun would that be Brooke?  Part of the pleasure is the buildup to it, don’t you agree?” he asked as his lips curled.

“Sometimes,” I said softly.

“I think you like it all the time Brooke, you’re just afraid to admit it.”

“I’m not afraid to admit anything stud.  I see what I want and I go for it and right now I want
you.
”

“Come here baby,” he said reaching for my hand pulling me into a knee buckling kiss. 

My tongue met his stroke for stroke, twisting, twirling breathing him in.  “Mmm,” I moaned arching my back, giving into his touch as he slowly unzipped my dress removing the straps from my shoulders.

“You’re beautiful Brooke,
and all mine now.”

“Yes, yours,” I said stepping out of the dress now pooled at my feet. 

“I have a gift you Mrs. Prescott.” 

“I love your gifts Mr. Prescott,” I replied staring at his cock. 

He laughed.  “Not that gift, not yet anyway.  This one,” he said walking over to the table by the bed. 

He pulled out a square box and handed it to me.  I opened it revealing a diamond bracelet that matched my necklace and earrings that he had given me on the night of our engagement. 

“Dylan,” I sighed.  “It’s beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you Brooke, but it’ll do,” he said placing the bracelet on my wrist.  “I want you dressed in diamonds and nothing else princess.” 

I stood on my tip toes, taking his tongue into my mouth.  He removed my lacey, white panties and strapless bra, exposing my ready and wanting body.  I was dressed in nothing but the diamonds he had given me.  I felt sexy, beautiful, and completely loved by the man I knew was my soul mate.  He reached up removing the tiara and pins from my hair as each lock fell to my shoulders then ran his hands up and down my body as I fell back on the bed.  My body immediately responded to his touch, leaving me aching for more.  I let out a loud cry when his fingers spread me, his tongue gently, teasingly sliding along my slit. 

I grabbed his hair, needing him to lick harder as I pushed my mound harder against his tongue.  My belly tightened and my walls squeezed his fingers as I started to fall apart, writhing at his touch.  I was on fire, aching for the thickness of his cock to stroke me inside. 

“Brooke, your pussy is so wet; I’m going to fuck you so good.  Come here princess, to the edge of the bed.”

I complied.  I scooted to the edge bed as Dylan pulled me closer to him.  He grabbed my legs letting them rest on his shoulders as he entered me.  “Ah god,” I cried as I felt him go deeper than he’d ever gone before, igniting the fire deep inside me.  He was rubbing on my g-spot, going deeper and deeper with each, slow, loving stroke.  I started to shake and meet his thrusts as he hammered into me hard, taking me with him as he climaxed. 
He leaned down taking my nipple in his mouth, sucking and licking; as he pulled out. 

“Dylan, I have a little gift of my own to give you.  I wasn’t sure what to get the man who has everything, so I thought I would give you
me
,” I said sitting up. 

“You’ve already given me everything I need princess.  What more could you give…?”

I smiled reaching over and grabbing the little bottle of lube, placing it in his hands. 

“Brooke,” he breathed.  “Are you sure?  We don’t have to do that until you’re ready.”

“I’m ready cowboy.  I’ve never been more ready in my life.  I know you’d never hurt me, I trust you, with everything.”

“Baby, it will hurt.”

“No Dylan, it will only hurt if we don’t.  Please let me give this to you.”

“Have I told you how much I love you Mrs. Prescott?”

“All the time Dylan, now show me.  Love me, please.”

I grabbed his head and pulled him on the bed with me as I gently licked and kissed down his body.  He was getting hard again and when I placed my mouth his tip he groaned.  I licked and sucked, tasting the two mixed together.  My body heated up, the wetness between my legs now running down my thighs; I couldn’t get enough of him.  I took him deeper into my mouth his length hit
ting the back of my throat as his hands fisted in my hair.

“Brooke,” he said in a raspy voice.  “You need to stop…Oh god.  You’re killing me.”

I continued my pleasure assault as I licked along a vein on the side of his shaft.  His hips bucked pushing me down lower onto his throbbing cock. 

“Seriously Brooke, you have to stop if we’re going to do this,”
he pleaded pulling me away.  “Bend over baby and relax,” he said.  “You’re so beautiful here too,” he said running his slick fingers along my crack holding me with his other hand.

“Take a deep breath baby and push out against me when I enter.  Are you ready?”

“Yes, god yes Dylan.  Just do it.”

I felt the heat
of his head as he slowly entered the darkest part of my untouched body.  As he fed me each inch I became more and more reluctant to accept him.  He was right, it hurt.  Leaning over my shoulder, he said, “Princess, I need you to relax, push out against me.”  I did and he slid slowly through the tight ring of muscle that had been a barrier between us.  “We’re almost there baby; take a deep breath for me.”  I did and he slid every delicious inch of himself into me.  He didn’t move fast but gave slow, teasing short strokes as he stroked my clit.  Dylan was filling me, consuming me in every way as my body shook taking him deeper as we came together calling out each other’s names. 

We collapsed on the bed after our love making, holding each other as we drifted off into a deep sleep.

***

I lay next to Dylan watching him as he slept soundly, his face soft and relaxed.  The past few months had been tough on him.  It made him angry knowing that someone was trying to harm me and my family.
  He would figure it all out in time.  I gently slid my finger down his cheek before I got out of bed.  I went in the bathroom, brushed my teeth, put my hair in a ponytail and threw on some sweats.  We were only here in Ireland for a few more days and I wanted to enjoy the cool, crisp air of the morning. 

I walked down to the spot by the river where Dylan had taken me
.  I sat taking in my surroundings thinking about what it would be like to have a home like this.  Then it hit me, this was my home, well sort of.  I made a mental note to talk to Dylan about finding a home of our own when we returned. 
Something nestled amongst the foothills would be nice
, I thought.  I knew he give me anything I wanted and I was grateful for that.  I just couldn’t see raising a family in the penthouse, there would be no place for our children to run and play. 

I smiled at the thought of our children.  Soon Dylan would be running Prescott Oil and Gas and he could finally leave the “fixing” business alone.  I no longer wanted him doing that gig for fear that it would put
our family in jeopardy.  I knew it was dangerous and we had, had enough conversations that he knew where I stood on the matter.  I worried about him and I hated that he had to leave me when the calls came. 

I stood, looking up at the tower window and saw Dylan peeking out watching me as I contemplated our new life together.
  Last night had been one of the best times in life and I felt in my heart that it was only going to get better.  Dylan swore he was the lucky one, but in reality it was I that was lucky.  He had helped heal the scars of my past, showing me true love and teaching me to forgive and let go of the past. 

I walked along the river bank as the breeze caught my breath.  Summer in Ireland was different than back home.  I closed my eyes enjoying the peace and quiet that it afforded me.  The birds chirped and the sound of the water brought me a peacefulness that I hadn’t felt since before my accident as a teenager. 
I was no longer afraid of what the future held but knew that Dylan had demons of his own that needed to be dealt with.  He had suffered so much loss in his younger years, making me wonder if that’s what his nightmares were about.  I’m not sure he even realized that he was having them.  Whenever one would strike I would hold and comfort him as he cried.      

I heard footprints
behind me and turned to my right to see who was there.  No one appeared and then I felt the heat of his breath on my left.  I knew it was Dylan, I could always sense when he was near.