She stared across the dance floor in their direction. “I don’t know if I can.”
“I didn’t tell Prudence how much she meant to me when she was taken. We argued all the time, but I never said the words. The moment I couldn’t tell her, I regretted it. Don’t allow your fears to take control and eventually turn into regrets.”
He kissed her fingers then moved away to find his woman. There was nothing more for him to do other than wait and see what that his words were understood.
“Mind if I cut in?” he asked Ursula.
“No, I’m going to find my husband.”
Ursula wandered off. He wrapped his arms around his wife, pulling her in close. Her glorious scent surrounded him.
“Hello, Husband,” Prudence said, smiling up at him.
“Hello, Wife.”
They chuckled. Prudence rested her head against his chest.
“This is the best day of my life,” James said.
She looked up at him, her bright eyes filled with tears of happiness.
“Mine, too. I can’t think of anything better.” She stroked his chest, letting out a sigh.
“’Til death do us part, baby.” He kissed the top of her head, holding her close.
The rest of the guests fell away. James closed his eyes with his woman in his arms and basked in the happiness consuming him. No other woman would ever compare to her. From the moment he first met her when she was eighteen, James had been smitten. He stroked her back, pressing against her body.
“I can’t wait until we’re alone,” Prudence said.
“I can’t wait either. We should have gone to Vegas to get married.”
She laughed. “You are bad. Ursula would have skinned you alive.”
“Probably.”
James held her and stared at where both of their hands were connected. The gold bands of their wedding rings glinted in the light. Prudence was his wife, and he only needed one other ceremony in order to make her his in every sense of the word.
They made their excuses to leave before midnight. Stephen and Ursula were going away on their honeymoon as soon as the night was over. James had told the other man his plans for his honeymoon.
Arthur was waiting to take them back to his home. On the drive back Prudence curled up against his side.
“You don’t mind waiting for our honeymoon, do you?” he asked.
“No, I don’t mind. I know you’ve got something planned, but I just don’t know what. I’ll find out,” she said.
James knew she wouldn’t find out until the event was actually happening. Everything had been put in place to make the event memorable and worthy of calling Prudence his sub.
****
Arthur drove away from the house as James opened the door. He lifted her in his arms. Prue squealed as he walked over the threshold.
“Isn’t it customary for the groom to carry his bride across the threshold?” James said, putting her to her feet.
She giggled at the silly custom. James picking her up always started her. She was worried in case he dropped her. He hadn’t gotten angry with her for inviting Melanie to the wedding. The sight of the woman didn’t alarm Prue. She’d feared the old feelings would return with Melanie being close, but in fact, Prue had felt stronger for seeing the woman.
“Thank you for being good to Melanie today,” she said.
James froze under her hands. “I didn’t like the fact you’d invited her to our wedding, but I could see why you did. She looked good, and Lucas kept her company for most of the event. I was worried about you, Prudence.”
“She was a little test I was giving myself. I wanted to make sure I could handle seeing her again. I think I did really well all things considered.”
He cupped her cheeks, tilting her head back. “You never have to give yourself little tests. I love you no matter what.”
Going onto her toes, she brushed her lips against his. “And that’s why I love you so damn much.”
His hands moved down to the top of her dress. Slowly, James started to peel the fabric off her shoulder. “You looked fabulous in this dress.” The dress fell in a heap on the floor. “You look even better out of it.”
He picked her up. Prue held on to him as he carried her up the flight of stairs to their bedroom. Her heart pounded with anticipation. They were no longer lovers but man and wife. The thought alone made her hotter than hell.
“I love you,” she said, whispering the words against his ear.
James kicked the door to their bedroom open. He placed her on the bed.
Prue watched as he undressed. His actions were hurried with each item of clothing. He tore at the shirt then yanked his pants down.
She wore her white lace bra with a matching thong. Ursula had tried to talk her into wearing suspenders, which she refused. There was no way she was wearing stockings. She didn’t feel they were right for her on her wedding day, and they were a total cliché.
James crawled onto the bed. She watched his muscles ripple with each movement he took. Prue moved back as he advanced. Her gaze never left his with each step they took. He caught her ankle then yanked her toward him. She laughed then moaned as that hand travelled up her thigh to cup her mound.
“Your thong is soaking wet,” he said.
“That’s your fault. You turn me on.”
He dipped a finger between her slit. She gasped, cried out, and thrust against his hand. He pressed a finger inside her while his other hand pulled the strap of her bra down. Her br**sts popped out of the top. Within seconds he sucked her nipple into his mouth. Her br**sts were sensitive, and the feel of his tongue on her nipple spiked the heat in his pu**y. James caressed her clit. The small caress was enough to make her moan loudly.
His touch was starting a fire she couldn’t put out.
“I need you, James,” she said.
Pulling his hand away from her pu**y, James slapped her thigh. “What should you call me?”
“Sir,” she said. “Please, Sir, I need more.”
Her thong tore under his grip. James cupped her cheek, and kissed her lips. “My wife, my love.”
The tip of his c**k pressed against her entrance. She opened her legs wide wanting more of him inside. Staring down where they were connected, Prue watched as his c**k sank inch by glorious inch inside her. Watching and feeling were two sensations she never wanted to stop.
“You’re so wet,” he said, groaning.
She gripped his arms as pulled out only to slam inside her in one smooth thrust. Their moans echoed off the walls, mingling together in combined pleasure.