Music of the Soul (8 page)

After an evening filled with dinner and dancing, I stood on the dock with Abby as we waved good-

bye to the last of our wedding party. With one arm wrapped securely around Abby’s waist, she

snuggled tighter against my side. We watched the lights of the catamaran get further and further away.

Finally, we were alone. Just us. With an entire island all to ourselves.

Gazing down at her, I smiled. “Man, I thought they’d never leave.”

She giggled. “I know. I thought we were going to just have to go up to the house and leave them

all down here.”

“The sad fact is it’s only midnight.”

Abby’s brows shot up in surprise. “Seriously? I thought it was at least three am.”

I laughed. “No, the last boat for the shore leaves at midnight. If we hadn’t got their asses on

there, we would have had a full house for our honeymoon.”

Abby’s nose wrinkled. “That would have been a nightmare.”

“Anxious to have me all to yourself, huh?”

“Mmm, hmm,” she replied before yawning.

“Are you tired, Mrs. Slater?”

“Just a little,” she admitted sheepishly.

“I kept you up too late last night.”

She shook her head. “I don’t regret one moment of that.”

“That’s my girl.” Leaning over, I cupped my arms beneath her knees and swept her off her feet.

Her eyes widened. “Jake, what are you doing?” she demanded.

“You said you were tired, so I’m going to carry you back to the house like a good husband.”

Abby snorted as I started trudging across the cold, wet sand. “This is really chivalrous of you,

but you’re going to strain yourself.”

I cut my eyes over to hers. “Are you insinuating that I’m not manly enough to carry you across

this beach?”

“Come on, Jake. This is silly. Put me down.”

“All right. Fine. But don’t try to say later on that I never did anything romantic for you.” With

her still in my arms, I sank to my knees. She squealed when I pitched her forward onto the sand.

“What are—?”

With a shrug, I replied, “You wanted me to put you down, so I was just obliging you.”

She glared up at me in the moonlight. “Now I have a wet and cold ass, thanks to you.”

“Hmm, we can’t have that now, can we?” Looming over her, I nudged her onto her back, which

was what I had planned on when I let her down. “Let me warm you up.” I leaned in to bring my lips to

hers when someone cleared her throat above me. Glancing up from Abby, I saw the wedding

coordinator smiling apologetically at me. “Yes?”

“I just wanted to let you know that everything is ready for you at the house. It should only be

another thirty minutes for the catering crew to break everything down. Then you’ll have the island to

yourselves.”

“Thank you.”

With a curt nod, she turned and started high tailing it away from us. “Glad she’s gone. Now

where were we?”

“The part where you get off me, so we can go to the house and have our well-needed privacy?”

I groaned. “No, not that part. I wanted the part where I made love to you in the moonlight with

the waves crashing over us.”

Abby laughed. “That sounds wonderful, but not when we have a potential audience. You can

take me in a hundred different ways all over this beach tomorrow when we’re alone.”

“Damn, is that a promise?”

“Yes, it is.”

“Hmm, okay then.” In a fluid motion, I rose to my feet and then extended my hand to her. When

she slipped hers inside mine, I pulled her off the sand. Keeping her hand in mine, we started walking

up the beach to the house.

As we went by the bustling caters, they kept their heads down and tried to be invisible to us.

“Thank you all, again. Everything was just wonderful,” Abby gushed.

A few “You’re Welcomes” were said while they kept working. “You’re too sweet for your own

good, you know that?” I asked, as we walked up the stairs.

“It doesn’t hurt to say thank you and show your gratitude for a good job,” Abby countered.

“A lot of people wouldn’t. You’ve never let your stardom or fame go to your head. It’s just one

of the million things I love about you.”

“I’ll be sure to say thank you for the amazing orgasms you’re going to give me tonight,” she said,

with a little smirk.

My brows rose as I thought about her cocky little response. She was betting on some orgasms,

and I sure as hell intended on giving them to her. “Oh, you’re going to pay for that one, Miss Sassy,” I

said, reaching out for her. She squealed and ran ahead of me into the house. When I caught up with

her, I started to grab her but then stopped. She stood stock still in the middle of the living room. With

her back to me, she stared straight ahead. I knew she was taking in the flickering candles and rose

petals that led down the hallway.

Abby glanced over her shoulder at me, her blue eyes wide with surprise. “You had them do

this?”

I shrugged. “I made a few suggestions to their ‘romance package’.”

“It’s beautiful,” she murmured, with a small smile. Gathering up the front of her dress, she began

padding barefoot down the hallway. With the candlelight illuminating her golden hair and skin, she

looked just like an angel. My angel—for now and always. Fuck, how did an asshole like me ever get

so lucky?

I heard her sharp intake of breath when she entered the master suite at the end of the hallway.

“Oh Jake,” she whispered. Candles lit the interior of the room while on top of the bed, red, pink, and

purple rose petals were formed into a giant heart.

“You don’t think it’s cheesy?” I asked tentatively.

“Never.” She turned around to wrap her arms around me. “The fact that it came from your heart

makes it even more special.”

“I wanted to make tonight beautiful for you. I know chicks dig shit like flowers and candles.”

Abby smiled. “It is wonderful, Jake, but you’re all I need to make this night wonderful. You and

your love.”

“Mmm, I like hearing you say that,” I said, before leaning in to kiss her. As her ready mouth

worked against mine, I knew how hard it was going to be to reign myself in tonight. But more than

anything, I was ready to get the show on the road. When I pulled away, I stared into her expectant

eyes. “Turn around,” I commanded.

Abby quickly obliged. Her hands came to sweep up the long stands of her hair to give me better

access to undress her. When I caught sight of the long row of fine pearl buttons, I sucked in a harsh

breath of frustration. “Fuck me! Are you serious?”

She burst out laughing. “It’s just a zipper, babe.”

“Thank God,” I muttered. My fingers went to the middle of her back to find the zipper. I tugged it

down. Once the dress bowed open, I leaned forward to bestow a trail of tender kisses across the

exposed skin of her shoulder blades. I was rewarded with a dreamy little sigh from Abby as she

arched her back toward me. After I’d given enough attention to the soft, creamy skin on her back and

the base of her spine, my hands then went to the top of the dress to push it off her shoulders.

All I could see on Abby was a white, lacy push up bra thing that extended down her back to her

waist. I could only imagine how perfect she looked from the front with her tits all pushed up, just

waiting for me to touch and suck on them. Just the thought sent my dick pounding against the zipper of

my pants.

I slid the dress off her hips and let it drop to the floor. Offering my hand, I helped Abby step out

of it. “Mmm,” I murmured, as she stood before me in only a lacy, white thong and the bra thing that

sure as hell did thrust her tits up into my face. A thousand and one different scenarios entered my head

of fucking her fast and hard until we were a sweaty mess and she was screaming my name.

“You look like you’re about to devour me,” she whispered, her cheeks flushing in the

candlelight.

“I want to—I really do. But more than anything, I want to make love you as your husband

tonight.”

“Oh, yes,” she gasped.

I took her hands in mine and then brought them to my vest. Abby made quick work of unbuttoning

me. She tossed the vest to the floor and then went to work on my shirt. To help things along, I

unbuttoned and unzipped my pants. When I was only in my boxer shorts, I gripped her waist and

pushed her back to the bed. “Lie down,” I said.

Without taking her eyes off mine, she eased on top of the heart made out of rose petals on the

bed. I knelt down on the mattress. As I loomed over her, I couldn’t help being amazed at how

beautiful she was. How in the world a bastard like me had been gifted this angel of perfection I

would never know. She would always be too good for me—too sweet, too pure, too giving of herself.

“Hey, what’s wrong?” Abby asked, her hand coming up to cup my cheek.

“Nothing.”

“Jake?” she implored.

I sighed raggedly. “I was just thinking how much I don’t deserve you.”

Her tender fingers rubbed my cheek. “Oh no, baby. That’s not true at all.”

With a smile, I realized her love for me would always blind her of my faults. Her sweet words

fueled me on. I kissed and licked across her collarbone, leaving little love bites as I went. My hands

came to the clasps on the front of the bra, and I popped them open one by one. Her breasts sprang free

and into my ready mouth. I sucked hard on one pink nipple. After increasing the pressure, I pulled

back to let my tongue flick across it. As it hardened beneath me, I let it fall free of my mouth before

blowing across the puckered tip.

“Jake,” Abby moaned, her legs scissoring beneath us.

“Patience, Angel.” I understood her frustration. My dick pounded against the front of my boxer

shorts to get free and be buried deep inside her. But this was a once in a lifetime deal—the very

reason why she had wanted to abstain. Tonight was supposed to be special, amazing, and heartfelt,

and by God, I was going to make sure it was.

I licked a wet trail from the valley between her breasts down to her abdomen. My fingers came

to grip the sides of her thong before I slid it down over her legs. She opened wide, giving me a great

view of her pussy, but I wasn’t quite ready for that. Instead, I rolled her over so she was on her

stomach. Starting at her feet, I kissed and licked up her calves to her thighs. Then I alternated with the

other leg. Little goose bumps puckered her flesh, as my mouth warmed over them. Abby’s fingers

gripped the sheets as she writhed beneath me. Her little whimpers told me I was doing everything

right to extend her pleasure as long as I could.

When I got to her ass, I pushed her up on her knees. I kissed and licked each delicious globe

before I thrust my tongue between her legs. Abby cried out and jerked her hips back against me. After

I spread her apart with my fingers, I continued licking and sucking her clit. It only took a few minutes

before she came against my tongue. As she was coming down, I dared to slide my tongue backwards

from her slit, which caused Abby to freeze. “You okay, Angel?” My voice vibrated against her ass.

“Y-Yes, but...”

“But what?”

“You’ve never done that.”

“Do you not want me to?”

She remained silent. “No, it’s okay,” she whispered.

I laughed. “So you liked it then?”

Glancing over her shoulder at me, she smiled. “Yes, but don’t be getting any ideas about putting

anything else there.”

“You know, I’ll take whatever you give me.” Before she could protest that she never wanted to

deny me satisfaction, I let my tongue circle the puckered hole once more. When she shuddered, I

decided to go easy on her and bring my tongue back to her clit. Abby surprised me by twisting around

and coming up on her hands and knees in front of me.

“It’s your turn now,” she said, before tugging the waistband of my boxer shorts down.

“I wanted it to be about you tonight.”

Abby shook her head. “But I want to give my new husband some pleasure.”

“And you will the moment I get buried deep inside you.”

Her brows crinkled as she stared up at me. “Are you sure?”

My hand came to cup her cheek. “Yeah, baby. I’m sure.”

After I kicked out of my boxer shorts, I eased Abby onto her back. Her legs widened to allow me

between them. I kissed her eyelids, the tip of her nose, and her cheeks. “I love you,” I murmured,

holding her face in my hands.

She smiled up at me with such raw emotion shining in her eyes that my chest clenched. “I love

you, too, Jake. For now and always.”

With Abby’s sweet words surrounding me, I thrust inside her. My eyes locked on hers as I kept

my movements tediously slow at first. Abby’s fingertips swept up and down my back. I thought of the

times her nails had dug into the skin during some hardcore fucking. But there was no place for that

tonight. We were making love together as man and wife for the first time. And it was the most fucking

amazing sexual experience I could ever hope for.

We rarely came at the same time, but tonight we did. We were one body and one soul. And I