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Chapter Five
Emma
I awoke the following day alone, with a blanket tucked around me and water on the coffee table in front of me. I don’t have a second to feel disappointed he left because of the thoughtfulness that he made sure I was taken care of. I can’t keep the smile off my face as I shower, grab everything I need and head to the main house to get ready. Everyone was so busy with the reception's last-minute touches and the wedding party's beautification I didn’t have time to look for him. I can feel him with every squirm as I sit in the chair for my hair and makeup. Before I know it, it’s time to walk down the aisle with one of the groomsmen.
My sister’s wedding was beautiful. I could see their love shine through their eyes when they exchanged vows at the altar, it took everything in me not to glance at Jaime in the crowd. I knew he was dutifully sitting beside my aunt on one of the front benches. I could feel his heated gaze warming my body and making my nipples inappropriately hard. Thankfully the chilly weather could explain that away, the pastel green silk dresses my sister had chosen for bridesmaids left very little to the imagination. Our hair was pinned half up and half down in curls, only falling down my open back.
By the time they kissed, and we were all asked to stay back for photos, I was brimming with anticipation to get to the reception. I wanted a dance with him, to have his hands on me in front of everyone. Not even my aunt could ruin my mood as I thought about the opportunity to smile at him openly and chat, which appeared innocently.
Ophliea beams at me, pulling me in for a hug, “I’m married.” She whispers excitedly in my ear.
“You’re married,” I say back, smiling.
Hers drops fractionally as she looks over my face, “You’ll find happiness soon, Em. I can feel it.”
“I hope you’re right,” I hug her again. I step back and wave towards her new husband, “Go enjoy your day.”
Looking back at him with warm eyes, she laughs, “I think we might be a little late to the reception.”
I choke on my spit, not expecting that from my follow-the-rules sister, “well then… Go get your freak on. If they ask, I’ll act like you’re behind me for as long as you’re gone.”
Ophelia rolls her eyes, “They won’t notice. We still have all the family photos to do tomorrow morning. You know mother already has the alcohol circling.” She skips off to join the rest of the wedding party, and I make an Irish exit, not wanting to be roped into more photos.
I slip off my heels and walk barefoot across the large grass field. The one thing I appreciated about my sister’s taste was her usage of the acres our family home sat on. She found a perfect spot for each event and made everything more convenient.
I can see the large white tents in the distance and break off towards the house, determined to use the inside restroom because I would be damned to use the staged outhouses for the guests. It was a little rustic, and I wasn’t sure how my mother sold it to her friends. Snickering at that thought, they were probably the fanciest port-a-potties she could find.
The staff nods at me as I walk past them, making my way to the closest bathroom on the first floor. The temporary peace of being alone was nice.
I barely register that I’m being pulled through the door before I’m turned around, a rough kiss silencing me. His hands let go of my arms to palm both breasts as his tongue licks the seam of my lips.
“It’s been torture to wait all day,” he says against my mouth. I moan, my hands tangling in his hair and pulling him back to me.
His hand glides to my ass, squeezing it before lifting me, and I wrap my legs around him. Jamie carries me over to the counter, letting go and turning me to face the mirror. His hand presses onto the middle of my back, and I lean over the cold surface, my elbows squishing my breasts together.
He slides my dress up, exposing my ass to the chilly air with a sharp smack. I gasp, my hip digging into the marble as I jerk forward.
“Look at me,” He commands, his fingers sliding up my wet slit as I hear the metal clicking of his belt being undone. I tilt my head back, locking eyes with him through the mirror. Two of his fingers push into me, and my mouth falls open in a silent cry. “Already so wet for me.”
“Fuck me,” I hiss, pushing back into his hand. “Please, they’re going to notice we’re gone.”
Jamie doesn’t argue with me, pulling his fingers out to line himself up at my entrance and sliding in. My head falls forward at the burn of the stretch, and I wasn’t sure if I would ever get used to it.
“Fuck, how do you feel so good every time,” he hisses, his fingers kneading my ass and dragging me back onto his cock with every thrust.
I smirk, clenching around him purposely, “Because my pussy was made for you.”
He nods, licking his lips, his eyes roaming over my face. “You’re so beautiful.”
“Jamie..” I sigh, wanting desperately to kiss him again. His eyes flash as if he can read my thoughts, his pace picking up.
“I’m gonna fuck my baby into you,” he grunts, his gaze never leaving mine, “I’m going to fill you with my cum every day till you’re swollen with my child. And I will keep doing it because I need this, I need you.”
I tilt my head back, “please.”
Jamie leans forwards and presses kisses along my neck, his breath staggering as he continues to fuck me. He nips at my shoulder, his fingers touching my clit.
“Oh god, I’m coming,” I cry, my body trembling as the tense build finally topples over.
