UNSHAKABLE (Able Series Book 4) (20 page)

SOPHIA

NOT A DROP OF WINE
enters my bloodstream because I want to be fully aware when he takes me. I want to remember his slow kisses, every stroke, each thrust, how he moves—when he moves. I want to commit it to memory only to replay it in my head seconds later.

As I look around me, I can honestly say I’m not nervous that I’m the center of attention, not when I’m surrounded by people I love and trust with my life. As simple as my wedding is, I’m content that a commitment so grand could be done in a fashion that couldn’t possibly outshine the importance of the moment—our moment.

Cody’s voice grabs my attention. “Ladies and Gents, Mr. President, I voted for you by the way. Mrs. Andrews, now I know where Sophia gets her looks.” Cody turns to my dad, giving him a salute. “Sorry, Sir, I can’t really say you’re pretty, it wouldn’t be a good representation of the Alpha male aura you’ve got going on. What best fits is something like hard ass, but I can’t describe Sophia as a hard ass.” He winks at me. “. . . . though her ass is hard.”

My husband’s voice booms, “Cody! Knock it off!”

Everyone chuckles, including my parents, while Cody motions to zipping his lips. “Anyway, the groom, my brother-in-law, another bad ass, requested I sing this song to his lovely wife.” Cody looks straight at me, and I’m sure he sees the surprised look on my face. “Don’t worry, Sophia, I don’t leave home without my karaoke machine.” Everyone laughs as is the case when Cody is around.

As the Boyz II Men’s
I Swear
fills the room, my husband saunters toward me. I know how uncomfortable he is at the moment since dancing isn’t his forte, while I’m silently counting how many times he’ll step on my toes.

I’m surprised when he holds me how a professional dancer would, and his posture is perfect. My gaze finds Mark’s and he gives me a thumbs up, knowing he must have given Damien a crash course. As we glide across the small space with Cody’s warm voice singing the words that express how he’s stood beside me through the years, how he’ll never break my heart, and how he swears to be by my side like a shadow, how he loves me with every beat of his heart, my joy and thankfulness for this moment comes in waves of contentment and peace.

Damien breaks our hold and pulls me closer. His hands wrap around my waist as he lifts me up so my feet aren’t actually touching the floor. His mouth aligns with my neck, then whispers, “I swear I’ll be like a shadow by your side, no one can separate me from you. I promise, baby.”

My hand wraps around his neck, cradling him to me as I peacefully breathe him in . . . breathe in this moment in time where no one can steal him away from me. All too quickly he lowers me and spins me around. To my surprise he dips me, not once, not twice, but three times with a playful smile on his face that I for sure won’t ever forget.

“Ready to leave?” He whispers. His voice low, husky, determined while I’m still parallel to the floor.

“To go where?” My voice quivers. Anticipation gets the best of me.

He pulls me up, then turns me around and points out to the open ocean where a small looking boat floats. On a boat? A dingy? I’ll be shark bait on my wedding night!

“That little thingy?” Anticipation leaves me and fear creeps in its place.

“It’s not as small as it looks.” He gifts me with a kiss on my neck. His favorite spot and one of my favorite things he does to me.

“But I’m afraid of the water. You know this.” I turn and bury my face in his chest with my hand covering my face. His arms cover me and pull me closer to him.

His body shakes as he chuckles. “I’ll be there with you.” He lowers his head, his lips against my ear. “And whatever I’m about to do to your body will keep your mind busy. Your eyes will be glued on my every move . . . how my lips move against your skin . . . how my fingers glide against your body . . . how my touch makes you shiver in that way that fucking excites me. When I’m inside you, I’ll be the only thing in your head. That fear of floating in the middle of the ocean will pale in comparison to how I’ll make your body feel me. . . . every inch of me.”

My knees are about to buckle under the heat of his breath and the words behind the voice. My stomach clenches and my core pulses in excitement, throbbing at a pace so unknown to me. It waits to be imprisoned by him in the best way possible.

“Are you about ready to go? I need to set the boys in place.” Luke’s voice breaks through my internal vagina clenching.

With my husband’s hand on the back of my head holding me close and his other securely on my waist, I feel so protected . . . so loved . . . so cherished. Who cares if my insides are doing a circus act? As long as he holds me close like this, that’s all that really matters.

“Luke, we’re heading out.” My husband who is on a mission states. Abruptly, he spins around to face me. “You have two minutes to say goodbye to everyone . . . two minutes, Wildflower.”

My eyes widen in excitement, and I pull my dress up as I power walk to my parents, Ms. Viv, and Darcee. I give each of them a kiss. My dad gets a few more as he holds me close whispering for me to stay just a minute longer. I shake my head, my brain mentally counting down as Damien’s family converge around me. Each of them gives me pointers, making my head spin.

“Wait on him, follow his lead. He’ll make it very special for you,” Trish whispers as she hugs me.

“Enjoy every second, be in the moment. I promise you’ll feel like you’re free falling and floating at the same time once your orgasm hits you,” Tami says, then kisses my cheeks.

“Did you drink the Red Bull I gave you earlier?” Neil asks, to which I nod my answer. “Good, that means you’re ready to ride the bull! So wave that red thong like you mean it, chicka!”

Roxy pushes Neil and faces me with seriousness blanketing her face. “You’ll more than feel as though you’re floating. You’ll feel as if you’re about to explode into a million pieces. You’ll glow. . . .”

Cody interrupts Roxy. “She’ll glow?” He asks almost in a whisper, looking at his wife questioningly, “. . . . like Cory’s glow worm toy?” He swings his gaze at me, seriousness in his eyes. “Well, at least you’re not going to sparkle and bedazzle the shit out of Damien.” He turns and walks toward my husband. “Hey, LT, you don’t need a flashlight. Your wife will glow according to my wife. You have your own personal glow in the dark wifey.”

Roxy hits him on the head scrunching her nose at him playfully. “Don’t mind my husband. Anyway, like I said, you’ll glow because everything in you is finally open to receive him. It’s amazing, especially because you’re sharing it with someone you love. That’s what makes it special. Thank you . . .” she says as her eyes well up with tears. “ . . . thank you for loving him.” We share a hug as she passes me on to Jake, then Brian, followed by Jack, Lorenzo, and after that, all I remember are sets of whirlwind arms congratulating me.

Damien finally pulls me away and leads us to the private elevator with Luke and Travis in front of us.

“We’re moving. Power up the boats. Everyone in position; Wildflower and Rin Tin Tin are on the move,” Luke speaks through his earpiece, with laughter in his voice.

I giggle out loud, “Luke actually listened to me! Yes, Sophia scores!”

Damien shakes his head. “You’re getting spanked for that! Rin Tin Tin, huh?” His voice is low, serious, making my insides shake in anticipation.

“Well, you’re my Mr. Bulldog. Would you rather your code name be Snoop Doggy Dog? Rin Tin Tin is classic, babe.”

He doesn’t even answer since he’s in complete protection mode. We’re walking in a fast pace out to the dock with Damien’s arm around me surrounded by agents with darkness cloaking us. My head is down with my eyes trained on my pathway, a stance I’ve perfected through the years.

Damien lifts me into the boat and as soon as his feet touch the floor we’re speeding off to the yacht nestled in the middle of the Pacific Ocean. Damien places us in the middle, close to the driver with his arms around me, Luke in front of me, Travis and Jared flanking us, and Quinn behind Damien.

I move to face forward, needing to see how close we are, but Damien stops me. “Face on my chest, baby. I need you close.”

His hold on me is tighter than ever even though we have four boats surrounding us, each with four agents armed to the teeth. Before I know it, we’ve reached, oh my gosh, a very luxurious yacht. My mouth hangs open as Damien moves in a synchronized fashion with the rest of my detail, as if they’ve practiced this move forever. He carries me and steps off the small transport boat and onto the back side of the yacht with four agents completely surrounding us.

We’re greeted by the Captain as he shakes Damien’s hand first then mine. Star shape lights are hung across the ceiling with pictures of Damien and me hanging from them. One picture of me doing a pirouette while Damien is watching in the background brings a smile to my face. The next one is a candid shot of a turkey running toward me during Thanksgiving, and Damien’s hand ready to swat the poor animal. I giggle at that one making me realize that my husband’s over protectiveness discriminates no one.

“She’s all yours, Damien.” Luke says catching my attention, pulling my eyes off the pictures.

My husband nods and continues walking us across the rec room when I pull him to stop. “See the pictures?” I ask.

He smiles at me then says, “You have no idea how long it took Ms. Viv and Darcee to go through thousands of pictures to find the perfect ones.”

“Because there were only a few of us together?”

Damien kisses my nose as he places our intertwined hands behind me. “No, because there were a lot of pictures where I’m either behind or beside you. I’m always watching, baby. Even then I have to be near you.”

He continues to walk passing through the kitchen with a dinette set, and into a hallway with the moon’s light illuminating through the three round windows. He swings open the door. The room is lit with vanilla scented candles and the floor is adorned with white and red rose petals. I do a full three sixty turn, amazed by the sight before me with pictures of us all throughout the room. I turn to face him, still standing by the door while I’m at the opposite side of the room. He shrugs off his suit jacket and lays it nicely on a chair, then loosens his tie, pulls it off, and tosses it. Slowly, he unbuttons his white dress shirt all the while looking at me, gradually approaching me. I believe I’m drooling as he reaches the last button then peels the shirt off, exposing his flat abs and his magnificent ‘v’. Finally, he unbuckles his belt, pulls it off, and undoes the clasp of his dress pants.

I clear my throat to speak, hoping I won’t swallow my tongue but nothing comes out. This man before me has been with a lot of women, and I’m sure most of them are experienced just like him. And here I am, a virgin—in the physical sense only. I could pass as an experienced woman with regards to how sex works.

I’ve read a lot of books, thanks to my Kindle!

“Are you nervous? Because that shit doesn’t exist here. If you’re worried about me getting off, I’m already there just looking at you. You know what I like, and I know how to read your body.”

He stands behind me, leaving wet kisses on my neck, causing my eyes to close, and ramping up the excitement in my belly. It’s now my turn to undress as he unzips my wedding gown. In seconds it’s pooling at my feet, my panties are decimated, and I’m being laid down gently on the bed with his body hovering over mine.

“Watch me.” His husky voice lights the spark that sets me on fire. I feel volts of electricity zinging through my body.

His fingers glide up my leg, over my hips, veering center to graze my folds, making me catch my breath. I lick my lips as I watch his fingers sink in, searching for my waiting nub. Once found, his thumb playfully circles around and around causing my legs to go limp, opening myself a little wider for him. As his fingers leave my needy and soaked center, our eyes follow his fingers as they ascend, leaving scorching heat in their wake. My entire body is fired up, quivering in need to be claimed by him. The ministration of his fingers stops right at the underside of my breast as his lips hover over mine. His eyes are trained on his hand as it slowly moves to my breast, kneading, squeezing and a moan I’ve been trying to hold in escapes my lips. My back arches when his lips claim my other breast as his tongue plays with my nipple, sucking on it fervently without mercy, creating an ache I want to feel forever.

His lips let go of my nipple as his hand stops caressing the other. His palm finds its way to the valley between my breasts, then up my neck across to my shoulder, and locates its partner twining our fingers together, holding them above my head.

My fear of the water disappears and in its place is the desire for him to own every piece of me. Even the feeling of rocking back and forth is gone from my mind. The only feeling that exists is the trance that he has put me in.

“Do you want me to fuck you hard or love you slowly?”

Fuck Me Hard
—who doesn’t want to experience that raw, primal act of being claimed by someone as his. I do . . . I do so badly I can’t think straight. I want him to own every inch of me. I need him to mark me as his.

Love Me Slowly
—I long to be cherished by his body, adored lovingly by his lips, thoroughly claimed by him, and finally marked by him passionately in a slow dance of love.

DAMIEN

I want to love her slowly, to feel her heartbeat against mine, to touch every inch of her and adore her immaculate body. I want to hear her sensual moans and make love to her until we’re both spent. I don’t know why I asked her that question, probably because I want her to experience both.

While I wait for my wife to make her choice I watch her, enjoying the twinkle in her eyes as she searches the answer in mine. I smile at her, leaving small kisses on her lips while I push my pants off my hips. I know she wants both knowing my past and my sexual appetite. Ever since then, she’s been more adamant ‘to satisfy me’.

With her inhibitions and insecurities about not knowing how to please me, I take full reign of the situation. . . .