Chasing Paradise (Chasing 3)

With the giddy Chad in tow, the guys went out while Lucy and I followed.

It was a beautiful garden wedding, with a black carpet aisle scattered with hot pink and white roses and the cozy pergola was covered with white and pink roses as well. The whole place smelled of roses, romance, love and the celebration of life that was to occur. The ceremony was touching. Even though Lucy and I tried to hold back the tears, it was impossible not to blubber by the end.

“Forgot to bring tissues, didn’t you, poppet?” Blake handed me his monogrammed handkerchief and I smiled gratefully to my Knightly.

“You always think of everything.”

As I wiped my tears cautiously, his lips caressed my ears, sending delicious tingles all over me. “I can’t help imagining it’ll be us getting married soon.”

I poked him, sniffing. “Not yet. Let me finish my school then I’m all yours, babe.”

Blake tugged on my hand, kissing the back of it. “Someday.”

“Thank you.” I gently smiled at him, knowing how much he wanted to get married this instant, if I had wished it.

“Never say that. We’re in this together. Your need to finish your education is admirable and something you shouldn’t have to apologize to anyone for.” Blake kissed my forehead and then focused back on the ceremony.

For the entire duration, he held my hand. I knew, deep down, Blake already had everything mapped out for our future, but I needed some time to achieve my own goals. As much as I wanted to marry him, I craved finding my purpose before I submerged myself into married life.

Ten

Blake

Toby left the minute he saw Chad was beyond plastered. As did Lucy, muttering some hideous excuse about schoolwork. Shaking my head, I stood up, handing out my hand. “Dance with me, amore.” Sienna smiled, taking my hand as I led us towards the crowded dance floor, gathering her close, more besotted than I ever had been.

“So what do you think of the party?” I peered at her, noting the dreamy look she had as she looked around with a smile across her lips.

“Simply beautiful. I love events like these. It never fails to make me want to celebrate love.”

That was a good sign, I thought, weighing things before I ultimately conceded and bit the bullet. “Sienna, I know you’re not ready for a wedding until you’re done with school, or perhaps even after that; whenever you’re emotionally and mentally ready to make the next step for our future.” I paused, waiting for some kind of reaction from her, but she kept quiet so I continued to speak my thoughts. “I don’t mind waiting for you and I have already vowed to do so. What I’m trying to say here, if it isn’t too much to ask, is that I want to throw an engagement party for us. I want to invite all of our friends as well as my business associates to come and celebrate with us. I just want the world to know that you’re mine.”

“Is that all?” she murmured.

“Yeah… that’s basically what I want for now. Yes.” Note the ‘for now’, my lovely Sienna, I thought in my head.

“Then, let’s do it. I think that’s a genius idea. I want to tell all the bitches that are hoping to catch you that you belong to me and they should withdraw their claws because you’ve already chosen the future Mrs. Knightly.”

“Mrs. Sienna Knightly.” I kissed her, drowning in the depths of her soul. “I love saying that, amore. One day, you shall be mine.”

“I’m eternally yours, Knightly.”

Christ. I wasn’t going to last long when she looked at me like that; a mere glance with those seductive eyes and I immediately had a raging hard-on. Holding her much tighter, I whispered against her cheek, “Would it be wrong of us, if we left early?”

“Yes! Everyone’s enjoying the party.”

“I was, too, until you looked at me with those come-hither eyes and I instantly became rabid with the urgent need to bury my c**k inside your hot folds; transporting me into a state of nirvana that only you can give me.” Dear me; the thought of it was making it rather difficult to breathe. I wanted—no, needed—to be with her. Now.

“Blake!” Sienna groaned, startled by my words while we were on the dance floor pretending to dance.

“Then let’s go somewhere secluded. I do promise not to prolong it if you’d r fancy a quick shag.” I subtlety brushed my thumb against her br**sts, knowing how wanton she’d be by now.

“You are impossible. Can’t we be like a normal couple for once? We always have sex,” Sienna chided before she tapped my hand to the side.

“What’s wrong with a healthy, sexual appetite? Would you rather I turned into some bloody bore? Do you not like how I f**k you, amore?” I teased, pressing my hardened c**k against her thigh, maddeningly. “Sienna, my c**k is about to wage a war against your vagina in a few seconds. Give it another minute and it will want to conquer your ass, too. Now, wouldn’t that be lovely?” I expected her to scold me again, but I was surprised when she smiled at me.

“I was wondering, actually, when you’d bring that particular subject up.” The wench pouted, blinking those gorgeous, long lashes of hers. “From what I recall, it drove you to one of your biggest orgasms yet, am I correct?”

BLOODY. HELL. “You are onto something, aren’t you, my lovely?”

The vixen fully emerged and what a damn sight it was to behold. There was no one—not one woman—I had ever met, that could suspend me into a rampant hormonal man; into a maniacal, nonsensical moron who needed to own this very woman. With Sienna by my side, my world was complete.

“Tell me, caro, which hole is tighter? The one that grips you in a fierce hold, a sensation so overwhelmingly glorious that you don’t want it to end? Is it my pu**y?” Sienna leaned over and kissed me playfully before whispering, “or is it my ass you want to rip apart?”

My nose flared. My blood boiled. My c**k raged. My body was a furnace of burning desire and it was past the point where it could be dampened. The wench was going to let up or I bloody well would go Neanderthal on her. “Meet me in the coat check in five minutes,” I grit out, my tone showed how dead serious I was.

Sienna giggled, not taking my emergency as though it were a life or death situation, which it was, truly. “Poor Blakey-poo. Your little junior can survive another couple of hours, no? It’ll settle down, trust me. You just have to stop thinking about how tight I am…” Her eyes danced while she enjoyed this banter we were having.