Authors: Lexi Buchanan
The Wedding
The Wedding
McKenzie Brothers
Book 1.5
Lexi Buchanan
Copyright © 2013 Lexi Buchanan
HFCA Publishing
All rights reserved.
This book is a written act of fiction.
The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental.
All rights reserved. With the exception of quotes used in reviews, this book may not be reproduced or used in whole or in part by any means existing without written permission from the author.
Dedication
To all the Michael and Lily fans!!!
Acknowledgements
Editor
Sirena Van Schaik
Cover Artist
Robin Harper, Wicked by Design and Alison Chaffin Higson
Beta Readers
HM Bendana, Kristy Louise Garbutt, Suella Holland, Marsha Thalleen, Gabriela Tortolano and Nadine Winningham
Table of Contents
Chapter 1
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Seconds away from coming, Michael gripped her hips as she rocked back and forth. Despite the knots of pleasure turning his muscles hard, he couldn’t stop his legs from buckling slightly – he had no idea how the hell his Harley was still holding them upright.
Lily
moaned in pleasure as his cock bounced within her as she sat astride him; his cock buried deep in her sex. Her peaked nipples rubbed against his chest as she rode him. His hands squeezing her rump as he helped her move on him, taking him even deeper with each shift of her hips.
“Hold my hips,” Lily
demanded before leaning back over the handlebars.
Her sex tightened
with her changed position, but it gave Michael free access to her beautiful body.
“Play with your nipples,” Michael
commanded, his eyes smoldering with desire as his fingers dug into her hips, pinning her on his cock.
Lily
slid her hands up slowly, her lips caught between her teeth, her eyes burning brightly under her thick lashes. A gasp escaped her kiss-bruised mouth as she began to massage and pinch her rosy nipples like he’d asked.
The tightening of her sex mirrored each flick of her fingers and Michael fe
lt his orgasm building. Leaning forward, he buried his head into her chest, thrusting into her with abandon. Lily’s nails bit into his back, scoring his skin as his cock thrust in and out; his orgasm building to heights he never imagined. Stiffening, Michael groaned, “Come for me Lily,” and was rewarded with spasms that sucked at his cock. His spine went alight with tingles, his balls pulled up…
Dammit
. Michael jerked awake as his cock jerked, shooting semen over his stomach. Grabbing his dick to finish his orgasm, he slowly brought his breathing under control.
Fuck
. He swore silently to himself as he looked around the empty bedroom. That didn’t count. No way was he going to admit anything to Lily. He’d promised her he wouldn’t jerk off, but he had no control over that dream. Or if he did, it was because he was so damn frustrated with Lily’s ‘no sex for the week before the wedding’ rule.
Fuck
.
What Lily doesn’t know won’t hurt her right?
With his heart still pounding after his morning wake up call, Michael slipped
from the bed and made his way to the bathroom. He didn’t bother looking into the mirror as he stepped into the shower to get cleaned up. Today was the day and his nerves thrummed in anticipation. Lily was finally going to become his wife. And it hadn’t come soon enough. Caressing his still alert flesh, Michael smiled at the thought of his bride. Even without the last tortuous week, he’d been looking forward to their wedding for the past month. He couldn’t wait to finally slip his wedding ring on Lily’s finger.
While Lily, his mom
, and even Lucien had been planning the wedding; he’d tried to take more of an active roll in the arrangements, but for some reason the majority of suggestions he made sounded stupid. He would have been okay with a quick trip to Vegas, which he’d had the good sense of keeping to himself. While he might have been able to convince Lily to elope, he knew his mother would have taken his skin at the suggestion.
Stepping out of the shower, Michael dried himself off then wrapped a towel around his waist before walking back into the bedroom only to come face-to-face with Lucien.
“What are you doing in here?”
“Making sure you don’t get cold feet,” Lucien replied, grinning as he
reclined in the oversized, blue chair by the window.
“Ha! You wish.”
Lucien’s silent gaze bore into his back and Michael tried to shrug it off. It wasn’t like his brother to be so quiet. Turning towards him, Michael winced at the serious look on Lucien’s face. “What?” Michael asked.
“I don’t wish…” Lucien
ran his hands through his hair as Michael stayed silent knowing his brother had more to say.
“Yes, I love Lily.
Like a sister. You know that.”
Michael grinned. “Lucien, lighten up. I know that okay. I admit
that in the beginning I found your relationship with Lily… odd, but I was only winding you up.” Sighing, Michael turned back to the closet and said, “Now that’s sorted, get the fuck out of here so I can get dressed in peace.”
Without moving from his position by the window, Lucien glanced out through the curtains then back to Michael.
Lucien sighed again. “I’m staying in here to keep you grounded. Besides, if I step foot out there mom is going to have me showing all the single women around. It get’s tiring. I wish she’d leave me alone. I can find a woman on my own, if I wanted one,” he finished under his breath.
Michael
chuckled as he pulled his shorts on. He followed them with his jeans while he thought about what his brother said. Lucien didn’t seem to be interested in finding any woman, and he hadn’t been interested for a very long while.
“Knock
, knock,” Ruben said cheerfully as he walked into the bedroom looking just as relieved to have the door shut behind him as Lucien had.
“What the fuck is wrong with everyone today? It’s like Grand Central,” Michael complained while pulling a t-shirt on.
The wedding wasn’t for a few hours so he’d planned on escaping for a while on one of the horses, but that didn’t look like it was going to happen now.
“Mom has it in her head that her four remaining sons need a wife. Do you want me to go on?” Ruben grumbled throwing himself on the bed.
Michael smirked. “No. I think I get the picture.”
Try as he might, h
e couldn’t wipe the grin from his face. Little did they know that Lily was on the look out for some more female company for them. Part of the reason was that she didn’t like being outnumbered when they visited the ranch. The other part was that she wanted his brothers to be as happy as they were. Both facts were pieces of information he was going to keep to himself.
“I thought you had a date for the wedding?” Michael asked shoving his feet into his loafers.
Shaking his head, Ruben replied, “Bad idea. You bring a woman to a wedding with your family; they start to get the wrong idea. We’re all flying solo apart from Ramon, hence why mom keeps trying to get us to agree to help seat the guests. Mainly the single female ones.”
Michael took the
seat across from Lucien on the sofa wondering why his brother had been quiet.
“Mom, doesn’t know when to quit,” Lucien stated.
Lucien seemed to be about to say something else when the bedroom door opened again. The three brothers stiffened before collapsing in relief – it was only Ramon.
“Moms five minutes away,” he said, his back up against the door.
Michael snickered, standing up, he moved Ramon away from the door, reached to open it, but before he could someone knocked on it.
Looking at his brothers had Michael’s lips twitching because his brother
s looked ready to jump through the window. They all knew that knock – mom.
“You’re all being ridiculous, and you have Carla. So what is your problem?” Michael asked Ramon.
She knocked again.
Sighing Michael pulled the door open and met his mom’s pissed expression.
“Are you hiding three of your brothers in here?” she asked pushing her way in, finding Lucien, Ruben and Ramon sneaking into the bathroom; comical really.
“Well really. How old are you boys,
hiding from your poor ol’ mama? Stop being stupid and go out there to help your father.”
“Yes m
a’am,” Ruben said hiding his laughter as he kissed his mom on her cheek and left the room, followed by Lucien and Ramon in the same manner.
“Your breakfast will
be ready in five minutes,” she said as she slipped out the door behind his brothers
Wi
th the door closed, and finally on his own again he thought about Lily and hoped she was okay.
Occasionally in the mornings she f
elt nauseous with the pregnancy so he’d always get out of bed first to run down to the kitchen where he would pour her a small glass of Canada dry ginger ale and take her some crackers, which she would nibble on until she started to feel better. They seemed to be working so far.
Michael wasn’t supposed to see Lily on their wedding day until she was walking towards him in all her wedding finery, or so tradition told him, but nothing was said about
texting each other and he needed to know that Lily was all right.
Chapter 2
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Lily opened her eyes slowly as she rolled over onto her back. What she really wanted to do was jump up and race down the hall to Michael’s room, where she'd throw herself into his arms. She’d beg him to show her everything she’d been missing for this excruciatingly long week. What had possessed her to come up with her no sex for a week rule?
Grinding her teeth, she buried her nose under the thick duvet and counted the seconds as her stomach rolled and threat
ened to come racing up her throat. As much as she wanted to see Michael, she needed to wait for the nausea to settle. It usually did within a few minutes, but Michael insisted on taking care of her.
He pampered her and insisted it was his job to make s
ure she was well looked after. Every time Lily tried to tell him she was quite capable of looking after herself, and she didn’t want him running around after her, he would point out that she was carrying his child and it was the least he could do.
Eventually, Lily had realized that
Michael really did want to do everything to make sure she was comfortable, not because he felt obligated, but because he got enjoyment out of being needed.
She smoothed her hands over her belly, which protected their children. Michael had
no idea she was carrying twins. The doctor had told her after the sonogram when Michael was out of the room. Apparently, one of the babies had been lying alongside his or her brother or sister, which had made it more difficult to see.
Every time Lily thought about having twins her heart would skip a beat. It was daunting enough knowing that within six months or thereabouts they would have a small part of themselves to look after, but two babies frightened the life out of her. Although Michael would probably panic at first
, she knew he would be with her every step of the way, along with his family.
All she had to do was
break the ‘twin’ news to him, but considering how stressed he’d been leading up to the wedding Lily had thought it best to wait until after they’d said ‘I do’.
Shaking herself from her thoughts, Lily realized her nausea had finally disappeared. Moving slowly to
keep it at bay, Lily slid out from under the covers and made her way to the bathroom.
Switching the shower on
, she relieved her bladder, washed her hands then brushed her teeth before climbing under the warm spray, which had reached the correct temperature.
Another thing Michael had been adamant about was not showering in steaming water because he didn’t
think it was good for the baby to be ‘roasted’.
Reaching out
, Lily took hold of the shower gel, smiling as she squirted some into the palm of her hand before placing the bottle back on the ledge.
She started rubbing the gel into her neck and collarbone, moving her hands over her breasts and sensitive nipples, which
caused her to inhale as the pressure went straight to her clit.
Ignoring her throbbing nipples she moved over her belly in a gentle caress before moving to wash between her legs, which had her breath coming in quick succession.
Without meaning to she’d managed to awaken her sexual need, which she’d ignored during the past week because of her no sex before the wedding ban. She had been stupid making that decision and had been stunned when Michael agreed.
Lily tried to concentrate on washing her thighs, but her hands had a mind of their own and kept moving towards her pussy.
A quick flick to her clit had her legs quivering with need, but she refused to do the final step of entering her sex. Bringing her hands back up her stomach, she cupped her breasts and rubbed her nipples with her thumbs.
She groaned. “Why the hell did Michael agr
ee to no sex for a week? We’re both crazy.”
Quickly turning the water off, Lily reached out, grabbed a towel to dry off with before wrapping a dry one around her body as she walked back into the bedroom.
Standing in front of her wedding dress, which was hanging from the closet door, Lily felt tears of happiness pricking her eyes. It was her wedding day! For some reason it felt like a dream and she expected to wake up at any second, alone and wanting without Michael being there. Wiping the tears away, she knew that it wasn’t and her love for Michael could endure anything. It was as pure as the cool silk fabric of the white dress. On the hanger, it had very little shape, but the A-line style would look beautiful on her full figure. The strapless bodice had thin gauze layering with beautiful embroidered flowers trailing from the back over the curve of her breasts.
At first, Lily wasn’t sure about the style, because of her
large breasts, but seeing Michael’s mom in tears when she caught sight of her trying it on in the bridal boutique, made the decision for her.
Michael was going to be stunned when he saw her walking down the aisle towards him. His eyes always lit up when she entered the room he was already in, but nothing would prepare him for how
she planned on looking in the afternoon.
She was going to become Mrs
. Michael McKenzie and she couldn’t wait for Michael to slip his ring on her finger.
All Michael’s brothers had welcomed her in
to their family with open arms, as had his parents. For the first time since she’d lost her parents she felt as though she had a family and it made her feel all warm and fuzzy on the inside.
Smiling
, Lily let the towel drop as she slipped her legs into her panties, following that with a bra. Sometimes she wished her breasts where small enough to go without, but no such luck.
Once she’d smoothed a sundress over her curves, Lily took a seat at the dressing table to brush her long, dark curls out before securing it on top of her head with a clip.
She’d just finished applying moisturizer to her face, when her mobile beeped with an incoming text message.
Michael:
Are you feeling okay?
Her smile deepened. Even when there was so much to worry about today, Michael was still worried about her.
He was always texting Lily, no matter where he was or whom he was with, he would always pick his phone up and send her a text message to make sure she was all right.
Lily felt so much love for him; she didn’t bother answering h
is question.
Lily:
I love you <3
Michael:
I love you too, but that doesn’t answer my question
Lily chuckled. She could see him typing into his phone with purpose, ready to leap into action if she was uncomfortable in the slightest. Her heart swelled with joy and she felt like she was going to burst from the love she had for him. Excitement coursed through her veins as she thought about the day ahead of her. Placing one hand on her stomach, over the growing love inside her, Lily typed her reply.
Lily: I feel wonderful and can’t wait to become your wife
Michael:
You bring me to my knees
The phone buzzed with an urgency she was positive Michael was feeling.
She burst out laughing with the dirty thoughts that Michael’s statement brought to mind.
Lily:
I will later :-)
Michael:
You have me hard as rock
Moaning to herself she fidgeted around in the chair, trying to ease the ache, which hadn’t fully disappeared since the shower. She needed him and didn’t know how she’d get through the wedding. He drove her crazy.
Lily: NO touching cock – that’s mine
As she typed the message
a soft knock sounded at the door.
Oh, no
. That better not be him, she thought to herself as she walked to the bedroom door and swung it open. Standing in the hallway was Pippa, Michael’s mom, and Sebastian who was carrying a tray of food. The smell of fresh coffee drifted to her and she smiled in appreciation as Sebastian carried the tray to the coffee table setting it down. With his task done, he settled into the only comfortable chair in the large room; a huge, sexy grin spread across his face.
“Sebastian. You weren’t raised in a barn. Let Lily sit down.”
He winked at Lily. “Yes, ma’am.” Standing up he took hold of Lily’s arm and guided her into the seat with suppressed laughter lighting his eyes.
Pippa dragged the chair from in front of the
dressing table to sit with Lily while Sebastian went and lay down on the bed.
Having momentarily forgotten about her last message to Michael, Lily glanced at her phone
still clutched in her hands to check if he’d replied.
Michael:
The tip’s weeping with want of you
S
till looking at the phone, Lily blushed a lovely shade of red only to glance up when Sebastian roared with laughter.
“Some message,” he smirked.
“Sebastian, don’t you have something better to do than embarrass Lily?” Pippa questioned, not quite managing to hide the amusement in her voice.
Sebastian was
handsome with perfect features. His raven-black hair fell onto his forehead and was the perfect contrast to the suntanned skin on his square jaw lightly dusted with yesterday’s growth. His dark eyes flashed with amusement; his long eyelashes and high cheekbones the envy of any girl. He moved from his spot on the bed, his tight body moving with the fluidity of a panther with sleek, well define muscles. He was breathtaking, but despite his raw, animal appeal, he had nothing on Michael.
“I’m not the one who embarrassed Lily, but I’ll leave you two ladies alone and go and find Michael,” Sebastian announced. About to close the door behind him he popped his head back in and looked at Lily. “Do
n’t forget to reply to Michael,” he said seriously.
Lily blushed even
more as his mom shooed him away, but she could hear his laughter echoing down the hall, even through the closed door.
