Stalking His Bride - Lucy Darling Page 0,25

wonderful family holidays in the future.

Scratch that. There’s no way I’ll be able to be in her mom’s presence if she has something negative to say to Carly. I’ll have to do something about it. That woman will not keep doing this to Carly, and she sure as fuck won’t do it to her grandkids either. I’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Right now I am still working myself into Carly’s system. Trying to make myself a permanent fixture in her life.

I’m helping her spread those wings while checking one thing after another off her list for her. Seeing her face light up every time I do something with her is like a fucking high and I’m addicted.

“It’s getting late,” Reed says, picking up his beer and taking a drink. He makes a funny face.

“It’s good.” I shake my head at him.

“I could use something harder.”

“Not if you want to be harder later.” That actually gets me a smirk. “Look at them. They’re having fun.” Carly says something that has Tinsley bursting into laughter over the music that they have started to play. They cleared out the dance floor area about ten minutes ago, but no one has ventured on yet. I was a little surprised when Carly told me what she wanted to do. I went to work to find a place for them.

I had no idea she was going to dress to match the theme. I’m always in a state of arousal when Carly is near me. Which is all the time now. But that red dress against her pale skin and dark hair was something else. It made everything about her stand out. Then the fucking shoes. I don’t know how she does those heels all the time, but she pulls them off each and every time. I’m going to make love to her in nothing but those heels one day.

I have no clue how I’ve kept my dick out of her. Every night I’m in her bed eating her cunt multiple times. I could have taken her by now. She would have let me. I didn't want her to let me take her. I want her to need it almost as much as I do. I also don’t want her thinking I’m only here for one reason. I’m playing the long game. I want her for the rest of my life.

“I’m looking at them,” Reed says, throwing back the rest of his beer. “So is every other motherfucker in here.”

“Yep.” He jerks his head my way. “And they are all ours. As much as we want to put them in a cage we can’t.”

I’d fucking love to, but this isn’t about me. It’s about her. Taking the light out of her eyes would kill me more than some fucks checking her out. They’ll never know what she tastes like. What she sounds like when she comes. Look away, motherfuckers. It’s all you’ll ever get.

I fold my arms over my chest, watching them and not caring if this makes me a stalker. I sit up straighter when I see Carly jump up from her chair as the song changes. She holds her hand out to Tinsley, who takes it as they head to the dance floor alone. As much as I know this is going to be torture, I smile because my girl is spreading her wings again. She’s the first on the dance floor.

It doesn't take but a few seconds to realize both of them know what they are doing as they move to the music together. This is why she wanted to come here. They laugh and dance, not paying attention to anything but each other. It’s not long before more women join them on the floor as the restaurant part fades away and the space turns more into a bar feel.

More men inch toward the dance floor. I feel my body grow tight. Why can’t these fuckers leave them alone? I can’t say I blame them. If I were one of these men and saw Carly I’d be the same way. I know exactly how they are feeling.

When I first saw my girl, I wanted to snatch her up in the middle of a store. She wasn’t even in a fuck-me dress and heels moving her body like she is now. Plus, she was holding a pregnancy test and I still gave no fucks. I wanted her still.

“I can’t take any more,” I say when I see two men making their