His Curvy Bride - Nichole Rose Page 0,29

it after she and my dad were killed, but I knew that isn't what she would want. She'd want you to have it, angel."

"Bentley," she says again, making me smile.

"My parents would have loved you." I grab her hand, sliding the ring onto her finger. It fits exactly like it was always meant to be hers. "You're marrying me, and if anyone doesn't like it, they can go to hell. You're my world, little dove. Not music. So long as I have you, I have everything I need to be happy."

"You kinda do need their approval," she mumbles, but her eyes are locked on the ring on her finger like she can't look away from it.

"Not if it means letting them bully you. I will never let that happen. It's my job to protect you and that gentleness of yours. Music is important to me, but I don't need to be a recording artist. I need you," I whisper, running my hands up and down her thighs. "I'd walk away from it all in a heartbeat if I thought it was what you wanted or needed."

"That's not what I want."

"If you don't want me to use the song, we won't use it. Whatever you want, whatever you need…that's my priority. Not music or fans or the approval of anyone. You." I cup her face between my hands, forcing her to look at me. "I love you, little dove."

"I love you too, Bentley. So much." She bites her lip, looking at me through her lashes. "It broke my heart when I thought you were talking about me today, but I should have given you a chance to explain before I thought the worst."

"Yeah, you should have," I agree, my voice soft. "But I get it, angel. The world hasn't been kind to you, so you don't trust easy. I'm going to teach you just how amazing you are, though. I'm going to show you, every day for the rest of your life, how much I adore you. Soon enough, when I piss you off, you'll climb my ass instead of running. That's what I want, little dove. When I do something that hurts you, you talk to me about it. Don't run from me."

"I want you to use the song," she blurts out…which is not at all what I was expecting, so it throws me off. She must notice because she smiles, her eyes lighting up. "That's what I was going to tell you when I came to the studio today."

"Yeah? You really want me to use it?"

She nods. "I've spent too much of my life letting bullies decide my future for me. I'm not going to do that anymore, Bentley. Singing isn't my dream now, but I want you to use the song because it's your dream."

"Nah, little dove," I murmur, climbing to my feet. I press a hand to her shoulder to lay her back on the bed before I climb up over her. "Singing is something I enjoy. You naked with my ring on your finger and my baby in your belly is my dream. You going to make it come true for me?"

She bites her lip and nods, her eyes turning dark as desire takes hold. "That's my dream too. Make love to me, Bentley," she whispers, wrapping her arms around my neck and pulling me down to her.

"Gladly, little dove."

Chapter Seven

Cami

"Bentley, please," I moan, writhing against the wall as he attacks my neck, sucking and biting at my skin until my entire body feels like it's caught fire. I need him inside me or I'm going to combust. It doesn't even matter that he just made love to me in the shower this morning, or in the bed half an hour before that.

"Shh, little dove," he whispers, tugging my dress up my legs. "You gotta be quiet so no one hears you. There's a room full of people out there."

"I don't care!" I cry, sliding one hand into his hair and tugging forcefully. "I need you in me." We've been all over each other since he put a ring on my finger a week ago and told me that he loves me, but I can't get enough of him. No matter how many times he's in me, I want him again as soon as he slides out with a little groan that lets me know he doesn't like being separated any more than I do.

I think I'm addicted to him. When I thought he wanted me