Rock-a-Bye, Baby

There was no doubt in my mind that it was where Belle and I would be exchanging our vows. She drew my attention when she slipped through a side door and slid onto the bench seat next to me. “You’re amazing,” I whispered. She blushed prettily, and her sparkling brown eyes swept over the scene.

“It turned out better than I hoped. The bride and groom seem pleased.”

The couple was standing under an altar of exotic flowers, and they looked at each other like they were the only two people in the universe. The part of me that had sprouted a pussy felt a little choked up as I pictured us in their shoes.

The other part, the one that ruled my cock, was fucking hard at the images of my Belle in a sexy, white wedding dress.

“Are you ready to go?” I whispered.

She nodded and kissed my cheek before scooting out of the pew. I quickly followed and laced our hands together. Belle had changed into a flirty, yellow sundress before we met at her shop, but I still needed to change.

We walked into the hotel lobby, making our way towards the elevator bay. Zack and his brother Becket, the owners of The Artemis, waved at me and strode in our direction at a clipped pace.

“Griff,” Zack said, holding out his hand as he reached us. I shook both brother’s hands, and then they greeted Belle warmly. Zach started to pull her in for a hug, and a growl erupted from my chest.

I wrapped Belle up in my arms, her back pressed against my front. “What do you want?” I snapped. I probably should have been nicer to the guys who held the fate of my relationship and career in their hands at the moment. Still, motherfuckers shouldn’t be touching what belonged to someone else.

Becket threw his head back and laughed then slapped me on the back. “I heard it was like that.”

I scowled. “You guys are worse gossips than high school girls.”

Zack rolled his eyes. “I don’t know what the fuck is wrong with you guys. That your women don’t run screaming in the opposite direction of you is a mystery to me.”

Becket smirked at his brother. “I bet Drew a hundred bucks that you’ll be the worst of all of us when you finally meet your woman.”

Belle was giggling uncontrollably, and it soothed my jealousy. Her sweet laughter would never get old. In fact, I felt myself craving it.

I kissed the top of her head and grinned at the brothers. “You guys just come over here to annoy me or what?”

“Tyson called,” Zack said, sticking his hands in his pockets and smiling widely at me.

I nodded, my chin bumping the spot I’d just kissed on Belle’s head. “I’ll be back in LA tomorrow. We can do a video conference between recording sessions next week.” I gave them a meaningful look.

Zack opened his mouth, but Becket just smacked his chest and told him to shut the fuck up. “Have a great night, you two.”

I led Belle to the elevator and once we were on, she glanced at me curiously. “Isn’t Tyson your agent?” I nodded and turned her to face me. She gave me an expectant look, clearly wanting more of an explanation. There was no way I could give her one yet, so I kissed her instead.

I was trying to distract her, but it quickly consumed us both. When a ding signaled we’d reached our floor, I was grateful we hadn’t stopped to pick up any other passengers. If we had, I would probably have killed someone when I realized that the top of Belle’s dress was askew, showing off her big tits, wrapped up in yellow lace. Damn, I was so hard it was difficult to walk into the suite.

I didn’t give her a chance to fix her clothes; immediately drawing her back in for another drugging kiss. Her arms went around my neck, and my hands glided down over her ass and on until I reached the hem. The silky skin of her thighs burned my palms as I brought them up underneath the material.

When I came into contact with her very bare ass, I froze, my hands clenching the cheeks. “You better be wearing a thong, baby,” I growled. “Not that I’m very happy with that choice either.”

Belle giggled and wiggled her hips, pressing her stomach into my steel shaft. My eyes went up to the ceiling, and I sent up a silent prayer for some fucking control. Pun not intended. I took a deep breath and slowly slid my hand around where I cupped her very naked, very wet pussy.

“Fuck,” I grunted. “Baby, you’re in so much trouble.”

Her giggle was muffled in my shirt, but it quickly morphed into a moan when I plunged a finger inside her channel.