Captivated by Your Love (The Blue Heart Series Book 2) (14 page)

“I can’t believe you two got me out of bed to do this. Not to mention you have to be the craziest people I’ve ever met.” Damien continued working on my chest with his tattoo gun.

“Don’t I know it. It’s all your brother’s fault,” Abbee told Damien.

“Hey, I plead the fifth. You’re not entirely innocent.” I winked at her.

“You two have to be the most spontaneous people I’ve ever met. Justice, I knew you always were but, Bee, you totally took me by surprise,” he paused and told her.

“Damn, bro, will you hurry this shit up? The sooner you get done the quicker I can get my wife home.” Yes, she was my wife. We got married at a twenty-four hour chapel by no less than an Elvis impersonator. I had wanted to go somewhere else but Abbee had fun with it and thought it was the coolest idea ever. I loved Elvis and living here in Vegas he was a legend but to have him marry me... not the most romantic setting. Eventually I had plans to maybe take her away to a tropical island where we could have sand between our toes and be clad in white linen clothing. We would exchange our vows in front of our family. I would save that surprise for later, but it was definitely something I had planned for the near future.

“Mom is going to kick your ass, dude,” Damien said as he dipped his gun into the pot of red ink. He came back to me and started working on my tat. As the machine hummed against my chest I thought about my mom. I knew she was going to be angry with me, family gatherings and special occasions meant everything to her. I was sure to hear about this later. Abbee still hadn’t been to a family dinner, but she had met my parents briefly the night of our threesome. I had no doubt that they would love her as much as I did, maybe not as much but regardless, they would like her.

“Yes, I know but I’ll deal.” That was the only thing I could do at this point. Abbee was already my bride to have and to hold from this day forward. I looked down at my left ring finger and there it was, ‘Abbee’ perfectly written in script signifying my commitment to her. We had taken off our rings to get our names inked on our fingers. When I first bought Abbee’s ring she couldn’t stop looking at it. I got her the square diamond with pave diamonds surrounding it. I splurged and got her a two carat. I didn’t live extravagantly and had been saving my money for a rainy day. Today just happened to be that day.

“You two think your mom is going to be mad, wait until my parents find out. I’m an only child. My father has always dreamed of walking me down the aisle.” Shit, I didn’t want her parents to be upset with me. This was after all my brilliant idea. The best damn idea I’d ever had. She furrowed her brow and her lips set into a frown.

“Baby, I don’t like to see a frown on that beautiful mouth. Come here.” Damien stopped tattooing me and Abbee came right into my arms and settled her head on my shoulder. I felt her drag a deep breath into her lungs and she sighed.

“Justice, are you going to let me finish your damn tattoo or what?” Damien huffed out a breath of his obvious irritation.

“Chill the hell out I’m holding my wife. She needs me right now.” I pulled her away from me and looked into her eyes. They were glistening. I could see moisture in them, exposing her unshed tears. “Babe, we will get through this. I’ll handle your parents and tell them I couldn’t wait. It will be fine. Promise.”

“I know, it’s just I only thought about us. I should have thought about everyone else. I feel so selfish right now.” A lone tear trailed down her ivory cheek.

“Don’t cry, baby.” She quickly pulled away from me and went and sat in the chair beside me. The gun fired up and Damien was back to doing my tattoo.

“Sydney is going to flip her shit when she finds out,” Damien told Abbee. “You two are best friends, she would have wanted to stand up for you like you are standing up for her at our wedding.” He took a towel and wiped at the ink. Abbee worried her bottom lip between her teeth and didn’t say a word. She looked to be deep in concentration. I felt badly that my girl was so upset.

“This is supposed to be a happy time, Abbee. Please smile for your husband.” She looked at me and her lips turned up but the smile didn’t reach her eyes. Her eyes were dim and dark like she was deeply troubled.

“I know, I just feel badly about it.” She wiped at another stray tear. Her emotions were all over the place at the moment. I tried to relax but having an unhappy bride on my hands made my nerves get the better of me. I only ever wanted her to be happy. I would give her anything, do anything and be anything for her to see a genuine smile light up her beautiful features. She was everything to me.

“How are you two getting home?” We had taken a cab here to the tattoo parlor. I wasn’t even really tipsy or drunk, I just knew that Abbee preferred that I didn’t drive after drinking. We would have to get my truck some time later today.

“We can just get a cab home.” We weren’t that far away. Tonight had already cost me a lot of money, what was an extra twenty dollars at this point.

“Nonsense, you two are family. I’ll give you a lift.” He settled his gun down on his work area. “All done.” He handed me a mirror. “Check it out, bro. Once Sydney sees that she is going to demand I do the same thing.”

I looked in the mirror and bold red ink the words Abbee Blue were tattooed above my heart.

Abbee hadn’t demanded that I do this. It was actually all my idea. I wanted to do it for her much like the tattoos we got on our fingers. It represented our commitment to one another.

“Thanks, dude, it looks good.” I turned to Abbee. “What do you think, baby?”

“I love it of course; although, I would have preferred that you use my name Bee.” This time I could see her eyes light up and the smile she gave me didn’t seem unnatural.

“Abbee suits you better I’m sticking with your given name.” I refused to call her Bee. Abbee was a beautiful name.

“It’s Bee!” she shouted at me. Here we had only been married for a few hours and we were already going to have our first fight.

“Bee!” She rolled her eyes at me.

“You know what I told you about those eye rolls.” I couldn’t wait to get that firm round ass under my hand and spank it. I could only imagine how wet her sweet pussy would get. Just thinking about her pussy had my cock stirring. We had so much sex yesterday but I still hadn’t gotten my fill of her and I doubt I ever would.

“Oh, I’m well aware.” She winked at me this time. Finally she was back to being playful instead of sullen. I would handle everything and make sure people weren’t upset with her as long as she had a smile on her face.

I got up and we all walked out of Damien’s room. Looking out the window you could see the sun began to rise. Everything looked so clear and crisp at the moment. The sky was still and there wasn’t a cloud to be found. It was a bit cool out for Vegas as we were nearing the holidays. I know I sound like a pussy but I loved this time of year. It was going to be even better now that I had someone to share those times with me.

A phone began to ring. I went to grab for mine when I realized it was Damien’s. “Hold on a sec, guys, it’s Sydney. I need to take this.” He walked away from us and I went over to Abbee and brought my lips to hers, pouring out all my pent up lust and passion onto her full lips. She parted her mouth and my tongue swept inside, caressing her tongue and ravishing her mouth.

“Justice, Sydney wants to talk to you.” I broke away from Abbee and put the phone in my ear.

“Hey, Syd, what’s up?”

“Justice Blue, I’m so going to kick your ass!” she shouted at me. “How could you take my best friend to a twenty four hour chapel and get married without me?”

I looked to Abbee and covered the phone so Sydney couldn’t hear me. “Babe, Sydney is pissed as hell at me.”

“I’m sorry, Sydney, but I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to make her mine in every way possible.” I sounded like such a lovesick pussy but I couldn’t help it. I only told the truth whether it was good or bad. I never was one to mince words.

“Well, you and I are going to have words. Not only did you marry her but now she has to move out. I’m going to miss her,” she said to me, and I could tell the irritation had left her voice and it was filled more with sorrow.

“You will still get to see her. I promise we will come over all the time and visit and you two can come to our house.” I just said our house. Shit just got real. I looked to Abbee and she gave me a glowing smile.

“Put Bee on the phone, I need to talk to her. You and I aren’t finished. Not by a long shot, Blue.”

“Alright well, calm the hell down here’s Abbee.” I handed the phone to my wife.

“Hey, Syd.” She walked away from us to seek some privacy. I wondered just how long she was going to take. I wanted to get her home and consummate this marriage.

“Bro, I can’t believe you actually tied the knot before Sydney and I did. You are one crazy mother fucker,” Damien said to me.

“You know how I roll, dude. When I want something nothing stands in my way.” I was a determined bastard. I usually didn’t take no for an answer and almost always got my way. I would have to learn how to compromise with Abbee and try to be the best partner to her I could be.

“Yes, I know it all too well. You have never differed from the driven person you are.” He paused and ran his hand through his hair. “I just hope you know what you’re doing. She’s been through a lot with Jensen and then losing the baby. You are going to have to handle her with care.” I planned on handling her with care.

“What kind of guy do you think I am? Of course I will.” It sorta pissed me off that he would say that. I may be bossy and demanding but I was a good guy.

“You going to Mom and Dad’s tonight for Sunday night dinner?” Fuck, I had totally forgotten that we were getting together tonight. I guess there was no time like the present to reintroduce my bride to my parents. I had to admit I was a little scared of the wrath I knew my mom would give me.

“Fuck. Yeah, we’ll be there.” I scratched my beard and thought for a moment. I had wanted to spend all day and night in bed with Abbee.

Abbee walked back over to where we were standing and handed Damien his phone. “She was pissed but I think I’ve calmed her down some.”

“Good,” both Damien and I said at the same time.

“You two ready to get out of here?” Damien asked us and pulled out his keys from his pocket.

“Hell yeah we are.” I took Abbee’s hand in mine, interlacing our fingers and bent down and whispered in her ear. “I can’t wait to have your legs spread wide for me while my cock is buried deep inside of your sweet pussy.” My cock started to get hard just thinking about it. I was eager to get our clothes off and have nothing between us. She didn’t know it but I’d be damned if I was going to use a fucking rubber tonight.

She looked up at me and batted her long curled eyelashes. “I can’t wait, Mr. Blue. I hope that is a promise.”

“Mrs. Blue, it is definitely a promise.”

“Thanks for the ride, bro.” We shut the car door and headed for Justice’s front door. Wow, it was actually my house now as well. I can’t believe I married him tonight. I couldn’t be happier but it is just crazy that twelve hours ago I wouldn’t have had a clue that I would be a married woman.

Justice was incredible tonight. So loving and attentive, making sure that we got every picture I wanted and nothing was missed at our wedding. Our wedding. Gah. I had to pinch myself to make sure this was real. It had been a fight, a big fight, but I knew all along that I was going to say yes. I couldn’t think of any reason not to marry him other than we hadn’t been dating long enough. And like I said, there is no time limit on when you knew you had met the right person. I’d known for a lot longer than I would like to admit. Sure I was dating Jensen, but all along my heart secretly belonged to Justice. The night of our threesome when I told him I was his, I meant it. I was his in every way. I had been his from the moment I laid eyes on him, I just didn’t know it at the time.

I still don’t know what the hell I was doing with Jensen. I hoped like hell I never had to see that sorry bastard again. He was still in the forefront of my mind. I feared that he would seek me out and try to beat me again. My wounds were still wide open from that attack. I felt safe with Justice. He was my protector, my husband and I knew that he would take care of me always but it was the moments when we weren’t together that I feared Jensen would attack again. I really needed to see a therapist here and work through this. Also it would probably help if I told Justice my feelings and shared with him about the therapist and pills I was taking. We had an open and honest relationship so he needed to know everything that was on my mind.

Syd had been pretty upset with me. She read me the riot act. Although she was excited for me and Justice she couldn’t believe that I had just went and got married. I hoped that one day Justice and I could renew our vows and she could stand up with me as my witness.

I feared what my parents were going to say. They had given us their blessing when Justice had come to Detroit to get me; however, I didn’t think they were expecting us to get married especially without them present. After all, I was their only child. I really didn’t think of anyone other than myself tonight and I felt badly about it. Hopefully everyone would be happy and forgiving.

I was pulled away from my thoughts when Justice opened the front door to our home. I still couldn’t believe it. He paused and looked at me and then it was like a light bulb went off in his head. Before I could take a step he was bent over and lifting me with one arm under my legs the other supporting my back, carrying me bridal style.

“Justice, what are you doing?” I giggled.

“I’m carrying my wife over the threshold,” he told me and then proceeded into the house.

“You are such a sweetheart. Thank you for that.” I placed a kiss on his cheek.

He kicked the door shut behind him and started walking me through the house. It was a lovely ranch style home. A bit masculine but I still liked it. I just needed to add my touches to it and I would feel at home. Maybe Sydney could come over and help me decorate. It would be fun girl time spent together. I hoped that Justice wouldn’t have a fit if I added my flair to things like he did when I made the kitchen more compatible to my liking. I thought about that night and had to suppress a giggle. Now that I think back to it, it was pretty damn funny. He certainly was a man that liked things his way. I prayed that he would compromise with me on things and wouldn’t always have to have the final say. I had a feeling that there were a lot of fights in our future but then there would be the delicious make-up sex. I smiled just thinking about it. My exquisite lover.

Justice carried me toward the bedroom and I knew what was on his agenda, the same thing that was on mine. Lots of hot sex and hopefully we would actually make love. I wanted slow and tender with him. Our times before had been fucking and sex. I wanted to experience that deep emotional connection with him. My insides clenched deliciously just thinking about it.

“Baby, how are you doing? Are you worn out?” We had almost been up for twenty-four hours but I still was feeling good. I knew that when I crashed I was going to crash hard, but I wouldn’t miss out on this opportunity.

“I actually feel good.” I was still a little sore but I craved to be sore because those feelings came from him. “How are you doing, husband?”

We made it to our room and he settled me down on the bed. He got down in front of me on his knees and began taking off my shoes. He took my foot into his hands and started messaging it with his large hands. “I’m fine. I just want to make love to my wife.” My insides clenched again at the thought. We hadn’t made love yet and I was really looking forward to experiencing that soulful connection with him.

“I like the sound of that.” He settled my foot and then grabbed the other giving it the same attention. I leaned over and planted a kiss on top of his head and my lips lingered there for a moment, taking in his masculine scent.

“How does that feel? I’m sure your feet have to be killing you after being in those crazy high heels all night.” He continued rubbing my foot and I sighed as it felt blissful.

“It feels so good, you knew exactly what I needed.” He bent down, placing a kiss on the top of each foot then came up to me and brought me into his arms. We just sat there like that, my head on his shoulder, and my heart in his hands.

“Good.” He pulled away from me and brought his lips to mine and gave me a tender kiss. He deepened it, his tongue penetrating mine as he poured his passion into my mouth. It was slow, it was tender and it was absolutely blissful. The way his tongue caressed mine felt exquisite. I felt my body preparing itself for him as my panties got wet and my nipples grew hard under the lace of my bra. I was horny, but not the crazy rip your clothes off kind. I wanted to take things slow, tender and ease into this union.

He pulled away from me and we were both breathless. “There is something that I have wanted to tell you.” He looked me deeply in the eyes. Shit, I hoped it wasn’t bad.

“What’s that? Did I do something wrong?” His eyes softened and a lazy smile spread across his face.

He shook his head. “No, not at all. You’ve done everything right.” I just stared at him, not sure what the next words on his lips would be but I was lingering. “I just want you to know how much I love you.” My heart began beating wildly in my chest and my lips curved up into a perfect smile. This was a magical moment between us. “I’ve loved you since the day I laid eyes on you even if I didn’t know it at the time. But I knew in my heart all along that you were the girl I was going to marry. You mean everything to me. I fucking love you so much.” He crashed his lips to mine and poured his love into my mouth. At first he peppered my lips with tender kisses alternating between the top lip and the bottom lip. He sucked my top lip into his mouth lightly, bit it, and then he plunged his tongue into mine rubbing it against mine with easy long strokes. He took his time with my mouth, loving it with his own.

Sighing, I pulled apart from him. My body was craving him but he needed to hear my words to be validated. “Justice Blue, you mean everything to me as well. When God created you he made you just for me. I may not have shown it but in my heart I knew you were meant to be mine all along. I’m so happy I met you and love you so very much.” This time I placed my head on his shoulder and gave him the warmest embrace I knew how.

We broke apart and I began unbuttoning his black collared shirt. He looked so hot tonight dressed in jeans and a shirt with the sleeves rolled up showing his muscular forearms. I got it unbuttoned, pushed it off his shoulders and it fell to the floor. He then put both of his hands under my shirt, bringing it up over my breasts. He grabbed it and pulled it over my head and I sighed. He reached around and to unclasp my bra and I had to stifle a giggle.

“Where the hell is this thing?” he asked me as he felt around. I could tell he was getting agitated.

“It’s in the front, silly. Let me help you.” I unclasped my bra and let it fall to the floor. My breasts were bare before him and so was my heart.

He brought his head down to my breasts and took one of them into his mouth. He took his time licking around the nipple and then placing it in his mouth, suckling it while slightly biting it. He peppered it with long lustrous kisses and then began to lavish my other one with his wicked mouth. My panties were now soaking and my nipples couldn’t get any harder.

“You have the most beautiful tits.” I did like my boobs. They weren’t huge by any means, a C cup, but they were just right for my petite frame and they fit perfectly into his hands.

He kissed both of my nipples again and then brought his mouth to mine, giving me a long, languid kiss. I ran my hands through his dark hair and kissed him back with everything I had. We both broke away breathless, panting. Our breaths were coming in short spurts. I was so worked up that I needed him. I needed him now.

“Justice, I need you to make love to me. Now.” He didn’t waste any time. Lying me back, he began working my jeans and panties down my legs. He threw them to the floor and then he stood there and looked at me. He didn’t say a word, but his eyes spoke volumes about the love he was feeling at that moment. His blue orbs had turned a deeper shade, hooded, and they were full of love for me and only me.

“I love you so much, baby,” he said to me and then began undoing his jeans. He slithered them down his legs and dropped them to the floor, but not before taking off his boots.

“Justice, I love you too. I couldn’t be any happier than I am tonight. You made all of my dreams come true. Ever since I was a little girl I dreamed of you.” I had always been a sucker for love and love stories and would dream of being married to the man of my dreams. Justice was the man of my dreams, even if we fought like cats and dogs. Our chemistry was explosive.

“That means everything to me, honey.” He climbed on the bed next to me and brought his lips to mine. I ran my hands down his chest to his hardened cock and started caressing the tip of it with my hand. I could feel the pre-cum on the head of it and knew that he had to be more than ready to be inside of me. I slid my hand down his full length and he moaned into my mouth. I began to work his cock up and down in my hand with even strokes. It felt so silky and smooth to touch.

Our kiss was heated tongues, lips and passion. He broke away and started kissing me on my neck and then brought his mouth to the shell of my ear where he nibbled and blew inside. I shivered at the sensation, my flesh breaking out in goosebumps. He continued to lick and bite on my neck and I prayed he wasn’t giving me a hickey. But in this moment I wouldn’t have stopped him. His hands rose up to my breasts and he began kneading them, then he trailed a hand down my body to my sex. His fingers found my clit and he started circling it with his finger. I felt a moan escape my lips. I continued to stroke him up and down with my hands as he grunted from the sensations; it felt amazing, leaving me breathless.

He brought his arm around my middle and then scooted on top of me. I spread my legs for him as he positioned himself in front of my sex. He looked me deeply in the eyes and then slowly started working his way into me. My body relaxed as I welcomed him into my body; he was so large that I had to adjust to his size. He pulled out and then he eased back into me again in long languid strokes. He continued this slow delicious pace as my eyes felt like they were going to roll back into my head and my pussy clamped down around him. It felt heavenly. We were both panting and breathless. I began to rock my hips into his equally as slow as we found our rhythm. He would pull out and then slide deeply all the way in, tickling my g-spot and I would gasp at the sensation.

“How does that feel?” He looked at me through hooded eyes and asked.

“Amazing,” I said breathlessly. I noticed he wasn’t dirty talking to me tonight. I think he wanted our first time as husband and wife to be pure. Although I missed the dirty talk, I was completely on board with the way he was conducting himself.

He pulled out of me and then pushed back in. I lifted my ass off the bed and felt him hit my g-spot just right. I was close, really close.

“Fuck, I’m close Abbee,” he grunted out.

“I’m almost there as well.” He reared back and this time he slammed right into me. My inner walls tightened and I came around his full beautiful cock. I felt him empty himself inside of me. I realized that he wasn’t wearing a condom and at that point I really didn’t care. Things were still so fresh but he was my husband now and if we made a baby out of our love then I would be fine with it.

His body went limp as he laid himself on top of me. He brought his lips to mine and gave me a peck. “I love you, sweet girl.”

“I love you too. So much.”

We lay there in one another’s arms. Both boneless and completely wiped out. I think that being up almost twenty-four hours had finally caught up with me.

“I’m so tired, honey,” I told him. Hopefully he wouldn’t be upset with me that I wanted to sleep.

“Sleep, baby. We have the rest of our lives for times like this.”

“Okay. And thank you.”

“Why are you thanking me?” he asked curiously.

“For making me your wife and the happiest woman alive.” I was so very happy. I still couldn’t believe I had married him.

“Good because I’m the happiest man alive.” He kissed me on the forehead. “Sleep.” And I did sleep, with vivid dreams of the amazing man I had married.