Bliss Series Boxed Set: The Whole Damn Harem (80 page)

I check my watch again. 10 a.m. Helen will be arriving at noon. I can’t rush this, although I can’t wait to ask.

Look at me now, the big bad Dom humbled by his potty mouthed sexy as hell sub girlfriend. I’ve never done this before. Never
wanted
to do this before. Never even fucking considered it, and now I feel like a nervous wreck.

I wring my hands together and close my eyes, taking a slow deep breath to try and calm myself.

For the past week, this day has been all I could think about. Will she or won’t she? Can I pull this off? Have we had enough time together this time around to make a real go of this?

Lost in my anxiety, I feel Sam’s warm hands wrap around my chest, her breasts pillowed against my back as she rests her cheek on my shoulder.

“Good morning,” she murmurs as my hands cover hers and hold her to me.

“Morning, sweetheart. How was your workout?”

“Good, although I can think of many more enjoyable ways to build up a sweat. Most of them involving you …”

I chuckle at her forwardness. It’s taken awhile for us to get to this point. I love that she owns her sexuality and doesn’t hide behind it. I love that she yields to me willingly and trusts me to give her exactly what she wants and needs.

I love that outside of that, she’s strong-willed and confrontational, that she meets me toe to toe when she wants to and knows that I respect the hell out of her for it. On the flip side, I love that she’s caring and thoughtful, always willing to help out her friends and colleagues. I love that when push came to shove, she put herself and her job on the line to clear my name and help Ryan get out of the shit he put himself in. I love that she waited for me to get over myself and accept that I’m not alone anymore.

“I love you,” I say softly. When her breath hitches, I know she’s heard me. Every time I tell her that, she reacts the same way. It’s like she still doesn’t quite believe that we found each other again.

I remove my hands and turn in her arms, meeting her eyes head on when I do. They’re wide and filled with tears. She places her hands over my heart, her fingers fisting in my shirt as she continues to stare up at me. I cup her jaw and bend down, kissing her lips softly before moving back.

“I love you, Sammy. I knew the moment I saw you again. I knew the moment I stood on your doorstep before dinner. I knew when you entered the ballroom for the foundation dinner. I knew when you gave yourself to me again even though you were shit scared that you’d get hurt. And I knew the moment you put your job on the line to save my ass …”

“Sean, I—”

“Sammy, I’ve loved you for eleven years. Not once have I stopped. I always remember the way my mother looked at my father. They were so in love, they weren’t showy or in your face about it, but it was evident for everyone to see. They lived and they loved, then they died together. I want to live my life with you, I want to live the rest of my life in love with you. I want to love you so much that you look at me with adoration and trust, with love …”

I step away from her, reaching in my pocket and pulling out the black velvet box that has been burning a hole in my pocket for the past hour. With trembling fingers, I open it and reveal my mother’s sapphire and diamond channel set engagement ring. I bend down on one knee and look up at her, her bright green eyes now glistening as tears roll down her face.

Reaching out for her left hand, I grasp it tightly as I swallow down the lump in my throat, my own eyes growing damp. “Samantha Grace Richards, will you grow old with me? Will you be the mother of my children and make me the happiest, sappiest man on the planet? Will you marry me?”

She bites her lip and pauses, the silence deafening as my world stops spinning waiting for the one word I want to hear. The word I
need
to hear.

“Yes,” she says hoarsely. I pull the ring out of the silk encasing and slip it on her ring finger. She drops to her knees and crushes her body against mine, our lips meeting feverishly as we attack each other with renewed passion. “I love you so much,” she mutters against my lips before I run my hand through her hair and pull her ponytail, exposing her neck to my mouth as I trail kisses down her throat.

“Fuck, I need to be inside you right fucking now,” I growl. I lay her down on the rug in front of me, surrounded by the light streaming in the window from the Chicago skyline. I rip down her leggings and underwear, throwing them out of the way before hovering over her body and kissing her mouth, sliding my tongue against hers as I roll my hips against hers. She moans loudly which just fires me up even more.

She reaches down and fumbles with my belt, undoing it and my jeans before pulling them down just enough for my rock hard cock to spring out. I open my eyes and watch her as she spreads her legs for me, her eyes full of heat as I thrust inside of her, planting myself to the hilt, relishing the feeling of being inside my fiancée, the love of my life.

Bucking her hips against mine, I slide all the way out before pushing back hard inside of her again, her moans echoing through the room. Her hands snake around to grab my ass, her fingernails digging into the bare skin. We take our time as I worship her body in every way I can. Knowing that she is mine for the rest of my life has calmed me. I take my time to kiss her, the languid strokes of my cock amping up our bodies until we climax together, her body tightening around mine, milking me for all I’m worth as we slowly come back down to earth.

“I’m the luckiest son of a bitch in Chicago,” I announce with a grin as I stroke her hair away from her face, getting lost in those jade green eyes of hers.

“That makes me the luckiest girl then doesn’t it,
fiancé,
” she replies gently.

“I kind of have one more surprise for you, Sammy.”

She furrows her brows, her hands resting on my face as she struggles to pull her eyes away from the gorgeous antique ring on her finger. “More than this?”

“What would you say if I said that I want to marry you today?”

Her body goes rigid beneath me, her voice shaky when she can speak again. “How? We’d need a license first, and then there is the one day waiting period.”

I love that she knows this, but lucky for me I’ve already thought about all of that. I grin down at her, our bodies still intimately joined as my hips slowly move backward and forward, my cock starting to harden again.

I lean my head down and run my tongue along her bottom lip. “We can have the ceremony here today, then go down to the courthouse Monday morning. I’ve already made an appointment for us. Then we go back on Tuesday and get married in front of the Justice of the Peace, making it all legal.”

I pull back and watch her eyes go hazy again. “But today, in front of our friends, I am going to pledge my love and my life to you. For richer or poorer.” Kiss. “In sickness and in health.” Kiss. “till death do us part …”

I kiss her hard, devouring her mouth and robbing her mind of coherent thought as I pour everything I have into that one kiss. By the time I lift my head, she is nodding through tears again.

“Fuck, I love you, Sean Miller.”

“I know,” I say with a shit eating grin on my face. “I take it that’s a yes?” I ask with a quirked brow.

“It’s a hell yes! But wait, I don’t have a dress or anything.”

I chuckle, my body rocking against hers which earns a whimper from Sam. “All taken care of. But first …”

I thrust my hips against hers, my cock rubbing against her G-spot, sending a shudder through her body. Once again we lose ourselves in the moment as I take her on the floor of our living room, not stopping until she’s writhing beneath me, giving herself to me intimately, a physical acceptance of my proposal.

And let’s be honest, it’s kind of expected that I’d take my wife-to-be just hours before our wedding. It’s just my way.

Sam

Helen fusses over me as I smooth my hands down the white satin wedding dress. Helen explained to me that Sean came over to her place a few weeks ago and explained his plan. That he would be proposing to me in the morning, and by 2 p.m. we’d be married on his rooftop in a civil ceremony, to be followed up by a legal ceremony at the courthouse on the first available day afterwards.

Helen was in charge of choosing our flowers and our outfits. Sean knew that Helen would be the next best person other than myself to choose the perfect wedding dress and he was not wrong. The dress is a bias-cut, satin slip gown with a low draped back, a sweeping V neckline and gorgeous, embellished, lace sequins adorning both shoulders. The smooth satin feels exquisite against my skin with my barely there lace thong the only underwear possible under the dress. My hair is a wave of loose golden curls flowing down my bare back, pulled off my face by a matching lace sequined hairpiece, and to complete the look Helen has done my makeup soft and natural.

I feel like a princess.

A girly, feminine, sexy princess who is about to go marry her dominant prince charming. The one man who has always been her all.

“Oh shit.”

“What Sam? Shit, did I forget something?” she asks, her face suddenly full of concern.

“What about Mom? I guess she’s upstairs. I swear to god if she causes ANY grief today, I’ll lose my shit.”

Helen looks at me, suddenly looking tense, almost awkward. “Ah … yeah, about that …”

“What?”

“I made an executive decision. She doesn’t deserve to be here today. Not for you Sammy. You can be pissed at me, I probably deserve it but I didn’t want anything to ruin your wedding day. Legal or otherwise.” She looks at the ground, probably the only time in our thirteen year friendship that Helen has been meek and unsure of herself.

Fuck I love this woman.

“You are the BESTEST friend I could have ever asked for.”

“What?” Her eyes snap up to mine. “You’re not mad?”

“Fuck no! She would probably block the aisle just to stop me from getting to Sean. Screw that! Nothing is stopping me today. Absolutely nothing.” I step forward and give her a huge hug which she returns before pulling back.

I grab Helen’s hand and look at her watch. 1.55 p.m.

Shit. I’m just minutes away from one of the most memorable moments in a woman’s life. I feel the flutter of butterflies in my stomach, but for once, I’m not worried. I’m not even nervous. I’m excited. I look over at Helen and smile brightly at her.

“Babe,” she says, her eyes going soft. “If you don’t cut that shit out I’m going to start crying again and then I’ll ruin my makeup, and nobody wants to see that. So quit it!” she says with a smile just as there is a knock on the bedroom door.

She rushes to the door just as it starts to open. “Oh no, you don’t, Mr. Mill … oh. Hey, baby,” she coos, kissing Rico as he walks past her. He comes up to me, stopping a few feet away and scanning me from head to toe. “
Você está linda
,” he says softly, calling me beautiful, and I know he’s itching to hug me.

“Don’t you start, Rico, or else I’ll start crying, then Helen will start crying, and we’ll all be a right mess!”

He chuckles, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a long, white jewelry box. “Well, I think you might cry anyway, Sammy. This is a wedding gift from Sean. He told me to tell you ‘it was always meant to be you’ and that you’d understand the significance.

I bite my lip, trying to control my emotions. Rico hands over the box and my hand trembles as I open it up to see the most exquisite, white-gold diamond and sapphire necklace I have ever seen. I run my fingers over the pendant, a large, bright-blue sapphire which matches Sean’s eyes perfectly, encased in a circle of small diamonds, then surrounded by a circle of small sapphires again.

Rico steps forward and removes the necklace from my hand, looking at me questioningly before I nod my head, still trying to hold back the unshed tears that have filled my eyes. I turn around and carefully lift my hair off my shoulders as he places the pendant around my neck and secures the clasp. Lowering my hair, I walk over to the mirror and stare in awe at the sparkling jewel that has completed my wedding attire perfectly. Now all I want to do is run upstairs and tackle hug my future husband. That’s allowed, right?

Rico clears his throat to get my attention. “Sam, Sean has asked me to give you away today. Would you let me have the honor?”

I smile before rushing over to him and hugging him. “Of course, Rico. It’s perfect. My two best friends walking me down the aisle to the man I love.”

“Oh, God, that’s done it. Now I’m going to look like a drowned raccoon. Thanks a lot, babe!” Helen pipes up behind us, her voice cracking.

Five minutes later, Helen’s makeup is restored to its previous pristine condition and Rico opens the door, leading us down the corridor and up the stairs to the rooftop.

As we pause at the top of the stairs, I hear the murmured voices of people talking, then a sudden silence just before the music starts playing. Helen gives me a long stare full of unspoken words of support and love, before kissing my cheek and whispering, “Twenty-five percent of people don’t have sex on their wedding night. Buck the trend,” in my ear. I burst out laughing as she winks at me, then spins around and disappears from view as she walks down the aisle.

I take a deep breath and feel Rico gently squeeze my hand reassuringly as the wedding march starts to play.

“This is it, baby girl. Time to marry your man.”

And that is all the words I need to hear as Rico and I step forward around the corner and I lock eyes with my beautiful man dressed in the most stunning tux I have ever seen.

I’m marrying the man I love, the only man I’ve ever loved. The only man who has seen the real me and who has taught me to embrace it.

The only man who has ever been it for me.

Sean

The music starts and my eyes are riveted to the open rooftop door, waiting for the first glimpse of the woman who will become my wife.

Helen has already walked down the aisle and beamed at me, her gorgeous, forest-green dress skimming the floor as she walks to the side of the celebrant and turns to face the crowd.