Page 116 of Rebellious

“I thought you might appreciate the fandom,” I tease as he removes his hand and tosses me his discarded shirt.

“You thought correctly. Now, bite down.” The teasing lilt of his voice is gone. This Bennett is hard and full of hungry passion.

I shove part of the shirt in my mouth and return my hands to the headboard, waiting patiently for him to destroy me.

Trailing his finger down the curve of my back, Bennett stops when he reaches my hips. Both of his hands grip my sides. If I was a betting woman, I would wager he’s fighting a smile, but I don’t have time to turn back and check as he rams into me, harsh and unyielding.

“Bennett!” I scream, spitting out his shirt. So much for it serving as a gag.

My tits bounce as Bennett keeps pounding, no longer concerned about making noise. Which is great, because that wasn’t stopping anytime soon.

“I’m there.” He pants. “Are you there?” His voice is whiny. “Please be there.”

Gah, he’s so cute, trying to hold out for me.

Truth is, sometimes I don’t even chase my orgasm. I merely want to watch as he uses my body for his own pleasure, chasing a high he’s only ever felt with me. And after tonight, we’ll keep it that way forever.

“I’m there,” I tell him, gripping the headboard tighter and finding the tingling deep in my center. I clench around him until he folds over me and shouts, “Fuck!” as he spills his release inside me.

We’re panting, a shiver cresting over my skin as I turn and press a kiss to his lips. “If we get caught, I want it on record that it was your scream that woke them.”

“You look stunning,” my mother says, her face staring back at me in the mirror. “You want to make a bet your father cries?”

Even joking, her sapphire-colored eyes sparkle with unshed tears. “Looks like he might be in good company,” I tease.

She chuckles, wiping under her lashes, checking if I’m right. “Your father and I are so proud of you.” This time, she lets a tear fall and I catch it with my finger.

“Then why the tears?”

She places a whisper of a kiss to my cheek. “We weren’t ready for this moment.” She exhales and laughs, catching my gaze in the mirror. “Not at all.”

Smiling, I turn and grab her hand. “You know we aren’t moving out of state, right? We’re only an hour away.”

After Bennett proposed, he entered the NFL draft and was drafted by Atlanta in the first round. Then, his bomb-ass fiancée negotiated one hell of a contract, keeping us both here in Georgia with our crazy families.

“I know.” She laughs. “But it’s not the same.” Squeezing my hand, she blows out a breath. “One day, when you have your own children, you’ll know what I’m talking about.”

I nod. “One day.”

No children for me and Mr. Jameson yet. I just got him all to myself. I don’t plan on sharing him with anyone anytime soon, no matter how precious a mini-me would be with his emerald hued eyes.

“Alright,” my mother says, straightening and dropping my hand. “I’m going to check on your father. Your uncle Hayes is on alcohol monitoring, but we all know what a responsible adult he is.”

I grin, thinking of the mess that’s, more than likely, happening with all of my family together. “I’ll see you down the aisle then.”

She turns from the door, a tear falling that she doesn’t catch. “I’ll send your father to escort you.”

The door clicks closed, and I’m left alone for the first time since this morning when Uncle Cade woke me up with a frown and created a distraction with my dad, so I could sneak back into my room. I didn’t care that I saw Bennett before the wedding. Hell, I didn’t care that I let him nearly fuck me into a coma before the wedding. I wasn’t spending one night without him. Nothing and no one will ever come between us again.

Standing, I step away from the vanity tucked away in my childhood bedroom. Bennett and I chose to marry here just as my parents and his parents did. The foundation is currently draped in magnolia flowers and greenery. My mother even threw some in the pool. She and Aunt B claimed they wanted it just like the movie,Steel Magnolias. I’d never heard of it, but I didn’t care what they did. Personally, we didn’t need one flower for me to walk through the cut pastures to BJ. He was marrying me even if I had to chase him.

I grab my phone and fire off a text to said fiancé. I’ve been sending him nudes all morning, so I know he has his phone on him.

Me: Are you sure you don’t need a blow job? I hear it helps with the nerves.

At least it helps with his nerves before a game.

Bennett: As much as I’d love to take you up on the offer, I’m not nervous to marry you.

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