Page 92 of No Mercy


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Forever after. Only. Ever. Him.

WHEN SHE WALKED DOWN THE AISLEon the arm of Cap, I was struck at the significance of him in her life. I know he loves her like a daughter, yet him escorting her made it official. He’s the only father she’s ever had who gives a shit about her. It breaks my heart and heals it all at the same time, knowing Cap will serve that role for the rest of his life.

He’ll be the grandfather to our children.

He said he saw me as a son. He’ll have to settle for son-in-law.

Frankie and I said our vows, short and sweet, promising our devotion, faithfulness, and love eternal.

Our first kiss as husband and wife brought down the house with catcalls from our friends and blushing from my mom and sister. Yeah, PDA should be kept in check around them.

We’ve cut the cake. Had our first dance. And we both danced with our parents. Me with my mom. Her with Cap. We only made it a few turns before we switched partners. Neither Mom nor Cap seemed to mind.

A certain song I’ve been waiting for finally plays. Her eyes lock on mine within the first few notes. I hold out my hand, wanting her to come to me, but I’m not above going after her.

She slips into my arms; her hands rest on my shoulders, and I do what I’ve wanted to do every time she played this song—I grab her ass and pull her tight. “You’ve tortured me with this song for years. There’s no more dancing alone, Mrs. Stone.” I kiss her softly. “I’m your dance partner from here on out.”

“I love the sound of that,husband.” She smirks against my lips.

“And you, mywife, are sweeter than strawberry wine,” I loosely quote the song, singing the rest in her ear as I hold her tight.

As the last note plays, she whispers into my neck, “Can we go now?”

“Fuck, yes.” I grab her hand, turning us to face the private room we rented for a few hours. I whistle to get everyone’s attention. “Thank you for coming. We love you all.” I hold up our joined hands. “But the wife and I are leaving now.”

Hoisting my bride in my arms, we exit to the soundtrack of their well wishes, claps, whistles, and a few dirty remarks I hope my mom didn’t hear.

In our suite, after setting her on her feet, I take a second to admire my Angel in her dress. It hugs her curves and flows down her body like a waterfall of white fabric, shimmering when she moves. Her hair is pinned up with cascades of loose waves. “You look amazing.”

“Thanks, you too.” She fingers my tie. “But can we get naked now?”

God, I love this woman. You can dress up my Angel, but you can’t take the dirty out of her. And that’s just the way I like it.

“Fuck, yes.”

It’s a race to see who can get naked first.

She wins.

But really, don’t we both win? Seeing her naked is no hardship as I lose the last of my monkey suit. And having her eyes on me as I do it, well, that’s the icing on the gonna-fuck-you-all-night cake.

Once on the bed, I move to her side with plans to settle between her thighs and drill home as soon as humanly possible. But she’s got other plans. Pushing me to my back, she straddles my hips, my cock nicely nestled against her pussy.

“Fuck, Angel you’re so wet.” I grip her hips and sit up, grinding her against me.

“I want to say something.”

Fuck. Yep. Okay. I can do this. “Can I be inside you when you do? The beast needs his Angel, and my brain might just work if he’s inside you.”

Laughing, she pushes me back down. “You call your dickBeast?”

“That’s what he said his name is.”

Now she’s rolled over in laughter. “He talks too?”

“Only about your pussy. Oh, and your mouth, your tits, and uh… Your ass. But he’s discreet. I promise.”

Composed, she squishes my face between her hands. “Gabriel, I think I love you more with every word leaving your mouth. You make me laugh. You touch my heart. You make me feel cherished and worshipped. I’m a lucky girl. And our baby is going to be a lucky boy or girl. Just don’t talk aboutBeastwith them.”

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