Brad kissed the top of my head again. Then he pulled back from me a bit and met my gaze. His eyes were sunken and sad. He pressed his lips to mine. They were wet. His cheeks were streaked. Had he been crying?
Somehow I’d never thought of Brad crying. He seemed so strong. So very strong.
Of course, he’d literally just lost his best friend.
He needed me to be strong now, and I wouldn’t let him down. I’d vowed once never to be a colorless flower again. I’d become one, if only for a moment, on my own wedding day.
That self-indulgence was over.
I’d be strong for my baby. Strong for the man I loved. I pulled his face toward mine and kissed him. Hard.
He pulled away. “I need you so much right now.”
“I’m here for you. Take whatever you need from me.”
“My God.” He slammed his lips back down on mine.
I opened for him, let him take my mouth with his tongue and teeth. It was a hard kiss. A raw kiss. A kiss of need and ache.
A kiss of life.
He was proving to himself that he was alive because Sean wasn’t.
I melted into the kiss, let him take what he wanted, needed, desired.
Was my door locked?
I didn’t know. Didn’t particularly care at the moment.
The only thing I wanted was to ease Brad’s pain.
He moved quickly, nearly tearing my pajamas from my body and then unzipping his trousers. Within seconds he was inside me, thrusting, thrusting, thrusting…
Grunting, grunting, grunting…
Then releasing.
Releasing inside me.
It was that fast.
And I was happy to give him what he so desperately needed.
“God, baby,” he rasped against my ear. “I needed that. I needed you.”
I stroked his hair. “It’s okay.”
“I’ll take care of you in a minute, okay?”
“Don’t worry about me.”
“I want to. I just needed… I just…”
“It’s okay,” I said again, still stroking his hair. “I’m here.”
“I don’t know what I’d do without you, Daphne. You make me whole, and I need to be whole right now.”
“You were always whole, Brad.”
“I thought I was, but I wasn’t. I am now.”
His words played in my mind, and I understood.
Fate.
Destiny.
We completed each other.
We were whole with each other.
I smiled against his cheek. “You’re still wearing your tux. When does it have to be returned to the rental place?”
“It doesn’t,” he said. “It’s mine. Though it’s completely ruined now.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Are you kidding? This tux is the last thing I’m concerned about. Just let me lie here for a few minutes. I need to hold you in my arms.”
“I need that too.”
And I did. More than I needed more kisses or an orgasm. I needed to be in Brad’s arms, comforting him and getting comfort from him.
In a few seconds, Brad had fallen asleep.
I woke up an hour later with Brad still asleep next to me, his trousers still unzipped and his boxers around his hips.
He looked troubled even in sleep.
I ached to take his pain away, but what could I do?
His dick lay flaccid. I tentatively reached toward it. What would it feel like against my fingers?
I touched it. It was smooth and soft, but just my touch made it harden a little. I continued to play with it, rubbing my thumb over the tip, and within a few minutes, it was large and hard in my hand.
We hadn’t had a traditional wedding night. That ship had sailed, but perhaps I could give him a gift I’d never given anyone.
I leaned down and took his dick between my lips.
It was hot and smooth against my tongue.
A groan rumbled from his throat and through his body. Was he awake? I wasn’t sure.
I trailed kisses over the head and down the shaft.
“Morning, baby.”
So he was awake after all.
I swirled my tongue around him and then took him as far into my mouth as I could.
He groaned again.
Now that he was well lubricated, I added my hand for extra stimulation. This was new to me, but I was determined. I loved this man, and I wanted to please him.
Another groan.
Another, “God, baby.”
Then—
“Fuck.” He pushed me off his dick. “Can’t. I won’t last long.”
“That’s okay,” I said, a little perplexed.
“You’re not ready for me to—”
“I’m ready for whatever you want me to do, Brad. I’m your wife. I love you. Just tell me what you want.”
“I want to come in your mouth.”
I inhaled sharply. Yes, I could do that for him, for the man I adored. “O-Okay.”
“It’s all right. We’ll work up to that. Right now I need to be inside you one way or the other. Come here.” He pulled me onto him. “Get on top of me.”
I straddled him as he held his dick. I slipped down onto him and let out a low moan.
He filled me so completely, eased the emptiness I never knew I had.
“You feel so good, baby. God, I need you. Need you to chase the pain away.”