Summer Time Sweets by Alexa Riley

Chapter 12

Lucy

My heart pounds in my chest. His words fill me with so much relief. After everything came flooding back to me, I started putting things together. Like the fact that Orlando is a wonderful man and would do anything to protect me. Including marrying me, if that’s what it took to keep me safe.

It’s just the kind of man he is. Joining the Army to protect our country, running into a burning building to save others, almost losing his own life in the process, rushing to save me and tying his life to mine in order to keep me safe from my grandfather… But I wanted him to want to marry me.

“I wanted to marry you that much, too. I hated that I thought I couldn't remember our wedding,” I admit. “But there wasn't one, was there? Not really.”

I watch guilt wash over his face. “You remember.”

“Yes.” I nod. “When the judge said my grandfather was coming, everything came flooding back.” I swallow. “He’s a horrible man.” He is, and he likes to run his mouth right in front of me. Before, I wasn't sure who to trust. Who was in his pocket, but now, now I know Orlando will protect me. He won’t let anything hurt me.

“He’ll get what’s coming to him,” Orlando vows.

“You lied to me.” I raise an eyebrow at him.

“I did.” He keeps his eyes locked with mine. “When you woke you looked so scared I wanted to put you at ease. Then…” He looks bashful for a moment. “I loved having you as my wife. I thought maybe if I could get you to fall in love with me, when you finally remembered you might stay.”

I throw myself at him, wrapping my body around him. He catches me easily as I pepper kisses all over his handsome face. “I told you I knew you were my person the second I woke up in that bed. I’d never felt so safe. I didn't question you because I knew I was home.” My eyes fill with tears. “I think I crashed into your gate for a reason. It was fate.”

“God, I love you, little one.” He kisses me, taking my breath away. “I was so scared you’d try to leave me when you found out.” I want to laugh at the word try, because I have a feeling while Orlando might give me anything I ask for, the one thing he’d never accept is him and me being separated. Not that I would ever ask for that. It might be crazy, but something about that fills me with even more happiness.

“I hate how you had to get to me, but I’m so fucking thankful you’re here. I wasn't living. You brought me back to life. Made life worth living again.”

God, I love him so much. Now I understand what he meant when he said he’s glad he got hurt as it led him to me. I, too, would take what my grandfather gave me if it led me to Orlando.

“Make love to me,” I say against his mouth.

He groans. “I’ve been dying to make love to you,” he admits. I know now why he’s been holding back. He didn't want to make love to me until I knew the truth. Now I do.

“I’m yours now. You can have me whenever you want.” I watch his eyes darken at my words. This time when he leans down and kisses me, it’s so soft and sweet that I want to cry.

“I’m going to be the best husband to you. I promise I’ll make the rest of your life so sweet it will take away any pain you ever had before me.”

He kisses me again. I wrap myself around him, never wanting to let go. When he pulls away from my mouth, he trails kisses down my neck and shoulder. One hand slips up under my dress. He lets out a growl when he finds I have no panties on.

I’d not wanted anything slowing us down once the ceremony was over. I felt like I’d waited long enough and nothing else was going to get in the way.

“You’re going to be the death of me, little one.”

“I will be if you don’t start removing some clothes.” I start pulling at his shirt, wanting us to be skin to skin. He lets out a deep chuckle and helps me get him undressed. Soon he’s completely naked and back on top of me, pulling at my dress.

“You look beautiful in this, but it has to go.” I gasp when he gives a hard tug and pulls it from me. I hear a loud rip, but I don’t even care.

He stares down at me, his eyes taking me in. “I want you so bad, but I need to go slow with you,” he says. I’m not sure if he’s talking to me or himself.

“We don’t have to go slow.” I wiggle against him, the ache between my thighs building to a throb like I’ve never felt before. “I ache.”

His eyes fly up to mine. I watch a war battle behind them. “You’re a virgin. I have to get you ready, little one.” He slips a finger inside me, filling me. I moan.

“See how tight you are? That’s only one finger.” He moves it in and out of me, his thumb circling my clit.

I raise my hips, wanting more. He gives it to me, slipping another finger inside of me. I moan his name. I’m unable to take my eyes off his face. His jaw is tight as he watches himself slide his fingers in and out of me.

He licks his lips as if wanting to taste me. Then he does, taking what he wants. The pure primal need within him is my undoing as I cum against his tongue, screaming out his name. He doesn't stop, though. He keeps licking and sucking, pushing another orgasm on top of the last.

My back bows off the bed, my whole body feeling as if it’s tingling. I fall back onto the bed and close my eyes as Orlando trails kisses back up my body, not missing one spot on me.

When his breath brushes against my mouth, my eyes flutter open. His cock pushes a little inside of me. I gasp. Orlando’s mouth falls onto mine, kissing me slowly as he pushes further inside of me. I wrap my legs and arms around him.

“I’m sorry, little one,” he tells me. A sharp pain hits as he stills, fully sheathed. He rests his forehead against mine, words of love pouring from his lips. I can feel the strain of his body under my hands. I swear I think he might be shaking.

After a moment the pain falls away and all there is is Orlando and his sweet words. Him deep inside of me, his body caging mine, I’ve never felt closer to someone in my life. Whole and safe. A tear slips down my face.

Orlando kisses it. “Little one.”

His voice sounds so pained. His eyes search my face. He starts to pull out of me, but I hold on tighter to him. “Before now I never understood how people cried when there were happy. I get it now.” His face softens.

“Make love to me,” I tell him, lifting my hips. He growls at my movement and like always does as I ask, moving in and out of me, the pleasure mounting all over again.

“I didn't think I’d fit inside your little body, but you were made for me. I should have known I’d fit into you perfectly.”

“Yes,” I moan. It is perfect. He slides his hand between us, his fingers going for my clit.

“Going to make you cum again. I want to feel it when I’m inside of you,” he growls.

“Together. We cum together. Make me yours.”

“Say it. Say you want me forever. Nothing will ever tear us apart.”

“Forever. You and me,” I say instantly. No hesitation.

“Mine,” he growls. The single word of possession sends me over the edge and makes me cum. I cry out his name, feeling his warm releases inside of me. He jerks on top of me and fills me deeply.

We lie there, his body pressing down on mine, our breathing heavy, the smell of our lovemaking filling the room.

Orlando rolls so I’m on top of him. His cock is still hard inside of me. If I didn't feel his cum inside me, I would think maybe he hadn’t climaxed.

“I want more,” I tell him, sitting up all the way. He stares up at me and grabs my hips in a tight hold, his fingers digging into me.

“Maybe we should—” He’s cut off when I start to rock back and forth on him. His words turn into moans in pleasure. I know what he was going to say. Like always, he is worried about me.

“I want more,” I say again, smiling down at my handsome husband. And like always he gives me what I want.