T. Leigh - Gorgeous Chaos

“We’ll make love tomorrow night,” he growled. “I plan on fucking you right now, right here against this wall. Now take off your clothes,” he demanded.

Olivia’s heart started to race. She loved the two very different sides of Alexander. It was one of the many things she loved about him. She stood staring into his green eyes, overwhelmed with love.

“What did I say, Olivia?” Alexander asked, snapping her back from her thoughts.

“Sorry.”

“Sorry, what?” he said, grabbing her nipple through her shirt and pinching.

Olivia moaned. “Sorry, Mr. Burnham.”

“That’s better. Clothes. Off. Now.”

“Yes.” She quickly rid herself of her sweater and bra, followed by her jeans and panties while Alexander stood watching.

“Turn around,” he said quietly.

Olivia obeyed, spinning around, and looked straight ahead at the kitchen wall in front of her, listening to the sound of Alexander’s clothes hitting the floor. She could feel him approach behind her. The anticipation was killing her.

“Put your hands up on the wall. Brace yourself, love.” His voice was demanding but, at the same time, soft and sensual.

She did as she was told, tremors coursing through her entire body. Out of nowhere, she felt his tongue between her legs as she stood bracing herself against the wall. “Fuck!” she exclaimed.

“You like that, Olivia?” Alexander breathed.

“God, yes,” she replied, his tongue continuing its torturous journey around her clit.

“You are delicious, Olivia. I just needed a little taste before I have to wait an entire day.”

She felt him raise himself and, within seconds, he gradually pushed into her, both of them moaning in pleasure. He moved slowly at first, filling her.

She held her arms against the wall as he picked up the tempo, flexing in a steady rhythm.

“I love this view. You have the cutest butt,” he said, bringing his hand back and smacking her cheek.

She yelped out in surprise before he grabbed on to her hips, his movements still gentle and deliberate.

“Faster, Alex,” she exhaled. She was so close. She needed her release.

“Already, Olivia?”

“Yes,” she exhaled.

“Damn.” He picked up his pace, driving into her, reaching around and tugging on her nipple.

Olivia squealed, the feeling of him moving inside of her and pulling her nipple sending her over the edge. She screamed out his name and came undone, the aftershocks of her orgasm lasting several minutes as Alexander found his own release, coming inside of her.

He reached around, resting his hand on Olivia’s stomach, helping to support her as he gently nipped on her shoulder. “I know I say this all the time, but I just love being inside of you.”

Olivia smiled. “And I love it when you’re inside of me. Now move it so I can clean your come off me.”

“Nah. Keep it there.”

“Alex…”

He laughed, withdrawing from her and gently picking her up in his arms.

“I love you, Olibia.”

“And I love you, Alexander. I can’t wait to be your wife.”

“I’ve been waiting all my life for you to come back to me. And you were so worth it.”

“KIERA,” OLIVIA SAID THE following day as she got ready in her childhood bedroom. “Can you go down the street and give this to Tyler, please? Tell him to give it to Alexander right before he enters the church.” She handed her a small envelope. “It’s his wedding present from me.”

“What did you get him? This is just a card.”

“The present is in the card,” Olivia replied, nervous energy coursing through her entire body as she contemplated Alexander’s reaction.

“Okay. I’ll be back in a few.”

Kiera left and Olivia returned to stare at the girl in the mirror. She looked the same as she did over a year-and-a-half ago, but she felt so different, like a huge weight had been lifted. She was no longer just going through the motions, trying to survive. She had something to fight for. She had Alexander. She had a family. Finally.

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“KNOCK, KNOCK,” KIERA CALLED out, walking into Alexander’s house. Hordes of people were milling about in the large living and dining areas, waiting to head to the historic church down the street.

“Hey, baby,” Mo said, wrapping his arms around her. “It’s our turn next, ya’ know.”

Kiera grinned, excited about marrying him the following year. “Where’s Tyler?”

Mo gestured with his head toward the dining room. “He’s in there, talking with Olivia’s grandparents.”

“How’s Alex doing?”

“Good. Excited. He just wants the wedding over. He wants to marry that girl something fierce.”

Kiera laughed. “And I want to marry you something fierce.”

“Then let’s go to Vegas next weekend! Come on, baby…”

“Jack, both of our families would kill us. It’ll be the crime of the century anyway, an Italian marrying an Irish woman in Boston.”

“You’re right about that,” he laughed.

“I gotta run. I’ll see you at the church.” She planted an affectionate kiss on his lips and went in search of the best man. “Tyler!” she yelled, half of the house turning to look at her. “Whoops.”

Tyler simply shook his head and walked over to Kiera in her deep green tea-length bridesmaid dress. “You sure do know how to make an entrance.”

She laughed. “I know.” She handed him the envelope. “I’ve been instructed by the bride to give this to you. You are to give it to the groom right before he goes into the church and not a second before. Do you understand?”

He scrunched his eyebrows in confusion. “What is it? It just looks like a card.”

Kiera shrugged. “Hell if I know. Bitch hasn’t told me anything.”

“Okay. Well, here.” He picked up a shirt-sized box from the dining room table. “Give this to the bride. She can open it before she leaves.”

“Got it.” Kiera grabbed the gift and left just as people began filing out to make their way to the church. She hurried back to Olivia’s house to finish getting ready.

“It’s about time you got back,” Bridget remarked when Kiera walked through the front door.

“Sorry. I got held up. Is she ready?”

“Yeah. I helped her into the dress. I had to hook all those buttons by myself, thank you very much!”

“Sorry.”

“It wasn’t that bad. I’m just giving you shit.”

Kiera laughed. “Bitch.” She ran up the stairs, busting through the door to where Olivia was getting ready. She looked at her best friend and tears began to well up in her eyes. “Oh, Libby. You look beautiful.”

Olivia met Kiera’s eyes, becoming rather emotional all of a sudden. “Stop it, Care Bear, or I’m going to cry and smudge my eye makeup.”

“It’s okay. I used waterproof.”

“Good, because I’m so going to need it.” She eyed the box Kiera had clutched in her hands. “What’s that?”

“Oh. This is from Alexander. He said you can open it now. Do you want some privacy?”

“No. You can stay.” She grabbed the box and slowly unwrapped it, gasping when she pulled back the tissue paper, exposing her gift.

“What is it?”

“I can’t believe he still had this…” Olivia looked down into the box. There was a frame around the picture she drew for Alexander on his first day of school. “I was so mad at him for leaving me and starting school,” she explained to Kiera. “I cried and cried that day. Then my mama told me that Alex wouldn’t be very happy if he came over after school and I was still crying. She told me to draw a picture to give to him. I drew this.” She looked at the old drawing of stick figure versions of Alexander and Olivia eating ice cream. Her heart swelled and she desperately wanted to get to that church and marry her best friend.