Page 29 of Under the Mistletoe

I took my fork and dug into the moist cake. Tonight had turned out better than I’d ever imagined and I had Bentley to thank for it. He truely was the man of my dreams and I was so lucky to have him. As I slipped the last bite of cake into my mouth I looked over at Bentley and caught his gaze.

“I love you.” He whispered, taking my free hand in his as Kelsey talked about maybe cross country skiing in the morning.

Seventeen

Noelle

6 months later

“Slower…” I gasped, completely out of breath as Bentley’s hand gripped my hips.

“Fuck, I love fucking this pussy. I’ll never tire of it.” He groaned, pushing himself deep inside of me.

“Do that again,” I cried.

I felt him pull out and then slide back in, so deep, hitting the right spot as he pulled my hair, coaxing a second orgasm out of me in minutes.

I placed my hands against the wall of the small closet, breathing hard, my legs shaking as he slowly slid out of me.

“I thought it was bad luck to see the bride right before the wedding,” I questioned as I heard the zipper of his suit pants.

I felt his hands on my forearms as he helped me to stand up.

“Lucky for you, I’m a man who knows how to turn bad luck into good.” He winked, devouring my mouth.

As I pulled away, my eyes met his. They were filled with laughter and excitement as he studied me. He grabbed the sidesof my shirt and quickly buttoned me back up, but not before he placed a kiss on the tops of both my breasts.

“You do?” I questioned. “How do you do that?”

He chuckled as he did his shirt back up. He’d sneaked into my childhood bedroom while getting ready for our wedding. He said he needed to see me, needed to have me one more time before we became husband and wife.

“I gotta knock you up,” he answered.

“Is that so?” I questioned, looking at him with a raised eyebrow. “Before the wedding?”

He grabbed me, pulling me back into the closet, pulling me against him, his cock already hard. This happened every time he took me. The need to have each other again immediately growing once it was over. He claimed he’d never wanted a woman as badly as he did me.

“Before the wedding,” he chuckled, devouring my lips.

“Bentley, we can’t go again,” I cried, knowing that we were cutting it close to having to meet everyone downstairs for us to walk down the aisle. “I’ll be all flushed.”

“It won’t take me long,” he moaned.

“You say that, but you are insatiable.” I giggled, reaching down and running my hand over his bulge. “If we go again, we will need to go again.”

“Oh, baby, don’t tease me,” he cried, pulling at the buttons on my shirt again.

I brought my lips to his, removing his hands from my shirt and doing the buttons back up.

“We have to get going,” I whispered. “You can have me later, after the I do’s and the party.”

I slipped out the closet door and then glanced over my shoulder, giving him a sexy smile I knew he loved so much.

He stepped into my room, wrapped his arms around me, and pulled me back against him.

“I was seriously hoping to change our luck before our vows,” he whispered, kissing the side of my neck.

I melted in his arms and then tilted my head back enough that we could kiss and then stepped away, placing the small white veil my mother had gotten for me on top of my head as he reluctantly made his way to the bedroom door. He was just about to leave the room when I called his name.

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