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“I see,” Mrs. Robertson replies. “Welcome to the family, Shelby.” I dip my head. Bo presses against my back, hurrying me through the house and up the stairs. We reach the room where we first slept together, actually slept. Once inside, he locks the door, turning to me with an intense gaze that has me more than ready to lose my dress. I unbutton his suitcoat jacket, slipping it from his shoulders and tossing it onto the chair. One by one, I unbutton his dress shirt. He doesn’t say a word. He just keeps looking down at me with heat in his eyes. At last, I have the final one undone. I slide the shirt off, enjoying the view. The tattoos on his arms and across his shoulders draw my attention. I trace the patterns despite having explored every one of them several times before. His muscles twitch under my touch. I lift my eyes to his with a smile.

“You’re gorgeous,” I say as my fingertips glide over his collar bone. He grins down at me mischievously.

“That’s my line, sweet girl.” He brushes my hair back off my shoulder. “You are stunning in that dress, but you’ll be even more so spread out on that bed without a stitch.”

“You think?” I cock my head to the side.

“I know.” He growls, spinning me around so he can unzip my dress, letting it fall from my body. He removes my bandeau bra and panties until I’m completely bare before him. I reach for his belt, divesting him of his pants and boxer-briefs in record time. He picks me up, carrying me to the bed, laying me down so carefully.

“So beautiful,” Bo whispers in my ear as he hovers over me. “I love seeing you spread out for me.”

“Make love to me,” I request when he doesn’t move, just stares down at me.

“I love you, sweet girl.” Bo drops his head to kiss me, swiping his tongue into my mouth. He takes his time, savoring the kiss. He kisses his way down my neck to my breasts, suckling them like a babe. He gives ample attention to each one, their peaks so hard and aching. His lips glide over my abdomen giving extra attention to my belly button before dropping between my thighs. He shoves my knees apart, opening me up to him. He licks me from bottom to top, swirling the tip of his tongue around my clit. “You are delicious,” he says, lifting his head. “I could feast here for days.” I giggle, gripping his head on either side pushing him down in encouragement. He chuckles. “So greedy, my little siren.” He denies me no longer, licking and sucking until I’m begging him for more. He forcefully shoves two fingers inside me in the way he’s learned that drives me wild.Who knew I’d like sex a little rough after everything I’ve been through?

Bo knows just what to do and how far to push my comfort zone to make me feel good, but still safe and protected. In no time at all, I’m screaming my release, flooding his mouth. Without any reprieve, he throws one of my legs over his shoulder as he slams home. I grunt with the impact, but lift my hips to take him in farther. He feels so good when he takes me hard and fast. We move in a rhythm that gives us both what we need.

“That it, my sweet girl,” Bo praises. “You love this cock, don’t you?” He keeps his eyes on mine as he pumps his hips hard, slapping against me.

“Yes!” I cry. “More!” I lift my other leg to wrap around his waist, using his knees like a ramp, he tilts my hips up so he can drive deeper into me. On and on, he pounds into me, driving me higher and higher.

“Let go!” he commands. “I’ll catch you.” He drops a hand between us, rubbing my nub, ramping up the burn in my lower region. He pinches my clit, and it sends me into the atmosphere.

“Bo!” I cry his name over and over as wave after wave of ecstasy washes over me. His hips never slow their pace, nor does his hand leave my clit until he buries himself as deep as he can possibly go.

“Sweet girl!” he cries out going rigid for a bit as he empties his release inside me. He relaxes and pumps in and out several times, dragging another wave of pleasure over me. “I love you Shelby, so damn much.”

“I love you, Bo,” I say, kissing his lips. “Thank you for not giving up on me.”

“You’re welcome,” Bo states, “and thank you for giving me a chance. I don’t deserve you, but I’m so fucking glad you’re mine.”

“Me, too.” He proceeds to take me again. The man is insatiable. He has remarkable recovery time. Needless to say, we are late joining everyone else for the reception. Thankfully they all decide to not comment on our absence.

We take a seat at the table near where Rosco, Dalton, and Kelvin are hanging out. Daisy and Ace are sitting with Luke, Marley, and their moms, which surprises me, because Daisy doesn’t get along with her mother. Bo sits a plate in front of me. The food has been catered by Jay’s Bar and Grill. The very place where Marley and I were abducted from, but I try not to thinkabout it. Jay and his wife Autumn insisted they provide the food and serve it. Jay is as bad as Luke and Bo for blaming himself that we had been taken that night.

We eat a wonderful meal before hitting the make-shift dance floor, that’s been erected for the wedding. Bo and I dance several songs, even though he only likes the slow ones where he can grind himself into me. He thrives on making me crazy with lust, but like I’ve told him, I have a lot of making up to do, and he is more than happy to oblige me.

The hour grows late, the sun long since set, when Marley throws her bouquet before she and Luke head off on their honeymoon to some undisclosed location. Luke has decided to keep it top secret. He doesn’t trust his brothers to not show up to crash his honeymoon, so we will have to wait until they return to know where they’ve been for a week.

Daisy, Ashley, Hillary, myself, and even Kristen is lined up as Marley counts down, “One, two, three!” she shrieks as she pitches the bouquet over her right shoulder. We all run forward in an attempt to catch it. It hands squarely in Daisy’s hands. Her face goes pale for a moment, but she quickly recovers. We all applaud her.

Bo is at my side, then. “I’m disappointed,” he says dejectedly. I turn to him.

“What? Why? I thought the ceremony was perfect,” I tell him.

“I’d hoped you’d catch the bouquet.” I rear back in shock. “We aren’t getting any younger. I’ve been waiting for you all my life, sweet girl. I don’t plan on a long courtship.” I roll my eyes. The man is insane, but I love him anyway.

“You’re just caught up in the romance of the wedding,” I counsel. “You’ll change your mind come morning.” I give him a cheeky grin. “Besides, we aren’tthatold.”

“You don’t want to get married?” Bo is suddenly solemn. Butterflies rise up in my chest as I stare up at him. He’s deadly serious.

“Yes, I do,” I answer. “Is that a proposal?” He shakes his head causing disappointment to run through me.

“I want it to be perfect when I ask you to be my wife,” he states. His tone conveying just how much he means what he’s saying. “Be ready, sweet girl, because I’m not waiting long.” He pulls me in for a deep kiss. We turn, arm and arm, to watch Luke and Marley depart for the airport. Dalton and Kelvin following to bring their vehicle home.

Chapter 28

Bo

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