Irrevocable (Fated series (can be read as a standalone) Book 3) Page 7

  Fucking H Christ!

  The atmosphere exploded in my head when I heard the minister or celebrant, or whatever the hell he was, ask for a ring and hold out his hand in expectation. Inside I was physically punching myself. How could I have been so fucking stupid, making sure she had sodding flowers that matched her eyes, but forgetting a ring. I was seriously losing it, big time. I needed to pull myself the fuck together and get on with the job in hand. Fuck her out of my system and get the hell away. I squeezed my left tri-cep towards my body and felt my gun nestled there, it felt comfortable, part of me almost, and it gave me the strength to do what needed to be done. Releasing one hand from around her body I undid a couple of my shirt buttons and plunged my hand down inside. I pulled out the only part of her I had left and offered it to the beautiful woman in front of me. I grieved at the loss of the rings as soon as I slapped them down into his waiting hand. I pushed them onto her ring finger in a trance when instructed to. Unbelievably they were a perfect fit. I ran my finger over them just the once and then tore my eyes away.

  ‘I now pronounce you husband and wife.’ I heard the words and crashed my mouth down to hers, taking what I required to convince myself that this was lust and nothing more.

  For the second time in my 36 years I was married.

  For only the second time I could ever remember, I was terrified.

  The reception came and went, the highlight being our first dance as man and wife. Jasmin declared she couldn’t dance, but when I held her in my arms she became compliant and instinctively followed my lead around the room. It drove my cock to think about her once again, hopefully compliant in my arms meant responsive in my bed. I had to stop the chuckle from rising and bursting out of me.

  The very best part of the dance though, was her arguing with me and blatantly lying to me about not wanting me. It was all I could do to stop myself taking her there and then in the middle of the floor with all eyes upon us, just to prove her wrong. I liked the fact that she was willing to stand up to me, it meant that fucking her would be even more satisfying.

  I saw her so clearly; it was as if I had designed the template for her creation. She was made to fit me and only me. I just hoped she couldn’t read me as well, identifying me as a cold-hearted bastard was not going to get me laid, and that was all I was capable of. I had proven to myself twice before that I was not capable of giving a woman like her the emotional understanding and support she needed and deserved. No way in hell was I willing to chance it again.

  The reception ended and I managed to pull Mr. Carpenter to one side and explained what would happen tonight.

  ‘Jasmin and I will be leaving here in about ten minutes. My luggage has been moved into her room. It’s best that I stay there, not only for her protection but also to reinforce this cover story. You, your wife and Jack must leave when Brent and the others do, they will ensure you are guarded tonight… is that clear?’ I demanded, as I watched him fighting with his thoughts.

  ‘You make yourself very clear to me, Edwards. Don’t think you’ve sucked me in to this whole charade. Now let me make myself clear to you. You hurt our daughter physically or emotionally and I will hunt you down. She means the world to us,’ he returned.

  The words he was saying and the force behind them filtered into my dark soul. He was at least half a foot shorter than me but had pulled himself up to his full height when he had answered me. The nearly bald, paunch-stomached doctor didn’t care about my Navy training, he didn’t care that I had killed men with my bare hands. It meant nothing to him. I meant nothing to him. Jasmin and her siblings, on the other hand, meant everything to him and his wife. I admired him, standing up to a cold-hearted bastard like me.

  I placed my hand on his shoulder in understanding.

  ‘I understand, believe me... If she was my daughter, I wouldn’t want her marrying me, either.’ I moved away from him, making my way over to my new wife who was standing chatting to her mum and a few other ladies who seemed to be admiring her dress and wedding bands. I came up behind her, as close as I could get without touching her and placed my finger to my lips, effectively silencing the ladies who were with her. Finally, when my hands could stand it no longer, I removed her hair gently from her neck, lifting it up and over her shoulder. I placed one soft kiss at the very top of her spine, blowing slightly on the wet spot I had left behind. I inhaled her sweet scent that drifted back to me, it was a smell that I would never forget. It was a smell from my childhood and my immediate future. Instinctively I placed a supporting arm around her waist as she melted backwards against me.

  As the women uttered musings about how in love we were and how romantic I was, I swept her up in my arms and carried her out of the room.

  They couldn’t have been more wrong.

  Dear God, I had never felt so alive as he swung me up into his strong arms and proceeded to carry me from the room.

  Eat your heart out Mr. Darcy!

  We left behind us the exclaims of the women, in love with the romance of it all and some loud shouts and cheers from the men. He kicked open the double doors, exerting his dominance even more to the swooning women we had left behind, and carried me through them. He strode on like my weight didn’t affect him at all and started making his way down the carpeted corridor that would eventually lead us to the bank of lifts.

  ‘You can put me down now, Tarzan. No one can see us,’ I spoke, smiling at the underside of his square jaw. I watched as his mouth contracted a little as it looked like he fought off a smile.

  ‘I’m going the whole way, Mrs. Edwards… in more ways than one.’ He turned a little and looked down at me, offering me a wink.

  He could joke? Well who knew?

  I returned his wink with a smile. I had only known him a few hours, but I felt as though I had known him for years. Saying that, I didn’t know if I would ever fathom him out, he was hot and then cold, and around and around we went. It was like his brain was constantly at war with his compulsions and I knew without a doubt that I was one of them. His brain said no for some reason, but his body said otherwise. I could feel his erection pressing up and into my bum as he carried me into the waiting lift. The door closed and we started to ascend.

  The atmosphere in the enclosed space ramped upward with every second. I felt his arms grip me ever tighter to him. My heart was racing in expectation. I had felt his breath run across my face as he began to ever so slowly turn his face towards mine. I couldn’t see his eyes but his full lips came into view and I knew more than anything else I needed him to kiss me again. I needed him to kiss me, not because of a fabricated story that we were trying to convince others of, but because he wanted to. I wanted this huge masculine specimen to want me more than I had ever wanted anything in my life. I wanted him to belong to me and me to him, even if it was just for a couple of days or even a few hours. My insides were shaking and quivering with need. Just as his lips had finally begun to brush mine the lift doors swooped open with the sound of a bell and he stopped. He didn’t move away but kept his face so close to mine that for a split second my body and mind knew nothing but him.

  ‘Oh, how lovely. Look, Daniel, newlyweds.’ A stranger’s voice filtered through to us both.

  ‘I see them. We can wait if you need us to?’ A male’s voice caused John’s head to finally lift away from me. In my embarrassment and with a flush consuming my cheeks, I buried my face further into his chest and tucked my head below his chin.

  I really was the blushing bride. Who knew?

  ‘Sir, ma’am.’ The deep voice I was beginning to hold some serious affection for reverberated underneath my face. ‘You’re fine. Thank you for the offer, but we’re just about to depart. The lift is all yours.’

  I knew without looking up that he was smiling at them.

  ‘Congratulations,’ I heard come from the couple simultaneously as the doors shut behind them, leaving us alone once again. John began to stride out again, reaching my suite within a few paces.

  ‘Inside
my jacket pocket you’ll find the room card,’ he stated.

  Damn, if it wasn’t bad enough being held in his arms, feeling his hard, muscular body below his well-cut suit jacket, now I had to place my hand nearer to his warm skin. I adjusted myself slightly almost sitting up in his arms. It didn’t even cause his stance to change, it seemed he found a fully-grown woman in his arms no inconvenience what-so-ever.

  Maybe he was well practised?

  I let the thought go and got on with the job literally in hand. Opening the lapel of his jacket I slipped my hand inside and tried to concentrate on finding the pocket he had indicated. The warmth emanating from his chest disturbed my equilibrium. I felt blood rush to parts of me that shouldn’t react from just a stranger’s warmth. Involuntarily my tongue came out to wet my lips as my hand began to fumble around searching. I heard him take a sharp intake of breath as I found what I was looking for and pulled it out away from its shelter.

  ‘Got it,’ I squealed with excitement, trying to break the increasingly rising atmosphere with a light moment.

  ‘Slide it in then, Sugar.’

  I pushed the card into the lock and looked up to see a smirk flutter across his lips at his double entendre.

  The door opened after he toed it with some force and we strode together over the threshold. The more I thought about it, the more peculiar it seemed. It was wonderful and romantic and just as I had always imagined my wedding night would be, but weird as we very evidently no longer needed to put on an act. The door closed behind us, shutting us away from the outside world and enclosing me in a cocoon with this virtual stranger. Slowly John placed me down onto the luxurious carpet. The tips of my shoes were just on the floor but he still held me tightly in his arms, it was him that was keeping me vertical. With as much strength as I could muster I made myself look up and into his eyes, trying to read whatever I could find enclosed within them. His face was expressionless although his eyes were alight with lust.

  ‘So, what next?’ I questioned.

  His trance seemed to break and he lowered me further, until my nude heels connected with the floor beneath me.

  ‘What do you want to happen, Jasmin?’ his deep voice questioned.

  ‘I’m not sure,’ I lied, not wanting to admit just how much I desired him.

  ‘Remember, I can see you. I can hear the change in your tone of voice when you lie to me. I ask you again, what do you want to happen, Jasmin?’ John’s hands were holding my body close to his.

  ‘I want you.’ There, I had said it, with the quietest voice I possessed. I had owned up to my inner torment.

  ‘I want you too, but before I take you… you need to understand something. I’m not looking for anything more than to give in to this lust. I don’t want there to be any misconceptions between us. I’m not making you any promises that this will be anything other than two consensual adults acting on our needs… That being said… I want you more than I have ever wanted anyone.’ The moment I nodded, his mouth came back to mine and my body started to relax in the knowledge that I was going to get everything I had craved since I had first clapped eyes on him earlier that day.

  His mouth consumed mine with his need. His lips were full, soft and persuading, as he licked, nipped and sucked my lips to him. His tongue flicked out wanting to gain entrance inside, to caress my waiting tongue. I could feel we were all too slowly moving backwards towards the large bed. It was with relief I finally felt it against the back of my knees. John altered his hold on me and gently lowered me down onto the damask cover. His mouth didn’t leave mine for what seemed like forever. My desire ramped up with every movement of his lips on mine.

  If I had to die now, I would die happy.

  I was being kissed like I was the most precious thing on earth, like I was all this man in my arms had ever wanted and needed in his life. I kissed him back like I had found the person that I belonged to. He had told me this was a once-in-a-lifetime occurrence. He wasn’t looking for anything else. I remembered this, but immediately pushed it away from the forefront of my mind.

  That was fine, I would take what I could get from this delicious man.

  I was melting with lust as my blood flowed with a pounding force around my body. We were only connected at the lips. John was positioned over me, supporting his weight on his forearms, but I felt such a connection to him. My nipples had pebbled and my boobs were so heavy with need they had started to overflow my bra. My beaded thong was soaked as it offered no protection against being this turned on, to be honest only granny pants would have done I thought, with a giggle rising up inside my chest. I forced my nervous laughter away.

  My hands grabbed tightly to his suit jacket as I tried to pull him closer to me.

  John had suddenly broken our kiss and pushing himself up he stepped away from me, but he never removed his eyes from mine as he made his way backwards towards the door. His aqua coloured eyes dilated as he took in my prone position on the bed. My heart flew into my mouth, surely he wasn’t leaving me now he had worked me up into such a frenzy. He locked the door behind him and started to move back towards me. I watched relieved as he slipped his jacket off his shoulders and placed it carefully on the back of one of the chairs. I could see for the first time what I had thought I’d felt earlier while I had rummaged for the room card. The gun contained in its shoulder holster managed to ramp my desire even higher. I had never been this close to a gun and the thought of him protecting me with it was doing strange things to my libido. He removed the gun from its holster and shrugged off the straps that had done a fantastic job of enhancing his broad, muscular shoulders. Keeping his eyes on mine, he checked the gun using his touch only and walked over to the bedside table. I turned my head to follow him. He placed it down gently and felt for his cufflinks, it was like watching a striptease. He wasn’t touching me. He wasn’t saying a word. But the fire in his eyes as he had removed those few things so slowly and provocatively, was doing things to me I had never thought possible.

  I broke eye contact with him and gathered myself.

  Eventually he removed his cufflinks and placed them down next to his gun, the small clink they made on the wood shattered the silent, heady atmosphere in the room. My eyes immediately leapt up to his again with the sound. It was as if he knew just how to draw me back in and under his spell. I watched transfixed as he began to undo one shirt button at a time. John had the largest hands I had ever seen and his long dexterous fingers made quick work of meticulously undoing the small white buttons and slowly revealing the torso that I had seen earlier. I wanted those fingers on me, but it seemed he had other ideas. It had to be said, as he dropped the shirt behind him, that his body was even better than I remembered. I swallowed an audible gulp and a smile started on the corners of his lips. A little embarrassed, I lifted my arms above my head and played with the small flowers in my hair while I waited for him to return to me.

  ‘You look beautiful, Jasmin. The dress is better on you than I could have imagined. I can’t wait to see you in the underwear I chose.’

  ‘You chose all of this?’ I fleetingly glanced down my body.

  ‘I did, and you look even more stunning in it than I could have envisaged. I saw other men’s faces today as you married me.’ He started to lower himself back down, leaning over from the side of the bed. ‘They envied me, Jasmin. They wanted what was mine. I don’t think you realise just how you affect men.’ His face inched down all too slowly, coming ever closer to me, and I fought to stop my hands that wanted to grab on to him. ‘I’m going to worship you as you deserve. I’m going to worship you with everything I have. I can smell your lust, Sugar, and you smell so sweet, just like I knew you would.’

  His lips came back to mine briefly and then his mouth began its descent. I wanted my clothes off but John had other ideas. The warmth of his lips and tongue skimmed up and down my bare neck teasing the good-girl neckline of my wedding dress. I was losing control and gripped the damask bed cover with very defined fists as I turned my head f
rom side to side, trying to regulate the feelings he was pulling out of me. Eventually his head dipped between my breasts, the heat and moisture from his mouth subtly filtering through the lace. One long arm had at last found the hem of my dress and his warm fingertips were gradually inching my dress up. His touch was scalding and electrifying and I began to wiggle further down the bed, trying to force the place where I needed his touch the most onto his waiting hand. Recognising my desperation, my dress was flicked up quickly and his large hand cupped my pussy in one swift movement. I sighed with the relief as the flat of his hand began to massage my pubic mound, and his fingers moved the small pearl string away from my wet, engorged lips.

  ‘I need to taste you, Jasmin. I want to taste your need for me.’

  Lifting my head off the bed I watched as he placed his wet fingers one by one into his mouth and he closed his eyes in appreciation.

  ‘Delicious, but I need more.’ John stood once again, went back to the end of the bed and fell to his knees. His hands took hold of my thighs and I was abruptly pulled to meet his face as he dipped down between my now wide-open legs. His hands ran up and down my smooth thighs as his teeth pulled the pearl string away from my swollen, wet lips. I instantly missed the feel of the pearls moving against my clit.

  ‘Oh… shit, just there.’ My head fell backwards as the warmth of his tongue replaced the pearl string that had been so expertly moved to the side. His tongue circled and swept around and around, up and down. My orgasm chased quickly down my spine and into the small of my back, every limb went tense as it exploded from absolutely nowhere and took over my body, commanding it to convulse against his willing and all-knowing tongue. I cried out over and over. He stayed there lapping up my release until the bright light that had hit the back of my closed eyes receded.

  ‘I knew from the moment we met how you would taste, Jasmin. Sweet, so fucking sweet, just like sugar.’