Filthy (The Reckless Series #2) - HJ Bellus Page 0,6
She’s simply stunning. Her hair is braided back into a low messy bun with a pearl headband holding back all of her hair. Her rich olive skin is the perfect compliment to her white dress.
“Did you really buy him a pussy pocket?”
I can’t help but laugh out loud when she fucks up the name. “You’ll never know.”
I pull our two bouquets from the fridge and hand Ava hers that’s full of yellow roses. At least a dozen golden roses grouped together with baby breath and a wild purple flower. You’d think the fucker would weigh twenty pounds but it’s surprisingly light.
“You ready, Momma?” I waggle my eyebrows at her.
Ava only nods as a few silent tears begin to well up.
“No, you don’t,” I warn her, tossing my bouquet to go grab a Kleenex. “No crying or ruining your perfect make-up.”
She snags the tissue and carefully dabs at her eyes.
“What’s wrong? Are you not ready?” I ask.
“After having Charlie, and being loved by Zane and his grandpa, I just can’t understand how my own parents have turned their backs on me. Charlie is just a newborn, but there’s no way I could even begin to think about not being there for her.”
“Do not, and I repeat, do not,” I get right in her face, “let those fuckers ruin one of the most important days of your life.”
“I mean, even Chloe left us for that lifestyle.”
“Ava, you can choose to let them have power over you, poisoning your future or you can let it go and embrace the ones who truly love you.”
I race into the kitchen and return with a bottle of whiskey and two shot glasses. I fill both of them up to the brim and hand her one.
“To the future Mrs. Ava Rivers, may your life be filled with glorious, toe curling sex, lots of laughter, and love from Zane. Charlie will be your angel forever and I’ll never leave your side. I love you, Ava.”
We clink glasses and down the shot. Ava pours another one and downs it without warning.
“Good thing I’ve been pumping like a damn dairy cow.” A smile spreads across her face. “Thank you, Darby, I love you.”
A fresh set of tears forms in her eyes.
“Knock it the fuck off. No damn crying.” I stomp my foot. “But I love you, too.”
I go outside to make sure everyone is in place. Rhett’s mom is seated in the front row with little Charlie, and Rhett’s dad is under the archway in the pasture. He’s going to be marrying the two of them.
A low whistle from the bottom of the steps grabs my attention and makes my knees go weak. Zane and Rhett are standing there both with shades on, all dressed, and sipping a beer together. Rhett’s man bun is still firmly in place and makes my insides squirm with all sorts of need. It’s barely long enough to pull up, leaving some strands hanging down the back of his neck.
Oh god, that smile of his can melt panties. It’s so genuine, carefree, and full of spirit. His short, trimmed, and dark beard frames his strong jaw line perfectly. My vision wanders down to the sleeve of tattoos peeking out under his rolled up sleeve.
“Looking mighty fine, men,” I offer, even though my vision has only soaked up Rhett in the past few seconds.
Rhett slowly walks up the steps until he’s standing on the second one, right in front of me. The vantage point makes it easy for me to wrap my arms around his neck and smile down at him.
“You’re fucking gorgeous, Darby.” Rhett reaches up and lays a tender kiss on me.
It’s in moments like these all my worries and anxieties disappear. I don’t think about that night by the train or worry about my future. It’s just the charming man standing in front of me.
“Thanks. Not bad yourself.” I wink down at him while caressing the back of his neck.
He quickly bites down on my bottom lip, tugging on it gently before he presses one more demanding kiss on me. He steps up to the deck and pushes me up against the house. He makes sure to thrust his hard cock into me. His large palm cups one side of my face. The energy between us is potent, wrapping both of us up in a vortex of danger.
It takes me several seconds to regain a sense of control. Any other time and any other place, I’d let him sweep me off my feet