BREATHE: A Billionaire Romance, Part Five Read online

  Stephen was a lot to take. He was cocky and full of himself—as many bodybuilding-type men tended to be—but he was also a companion and a gentle soul deep down. He was a protector and a friend, and I was beyond thrilled to have him honor me in walking me down the aisle in my daddy’s place.

  I walked slowly in step with him, my eyes set on Derek and Derek alone. As I walked, that moment seemed to stand still. I knew that technically I was getting close to the altar, but it all seemed slow-motion because all I could do was wish that I was already by his side and saying the vows to make him my husband until death.

  “Who gives this woman?” the officiant asked, as the music died away and the crowd sat.

  “Her mama does.” Stephen replied in perfect southern fashion, and I could do nothing but smirk at his accent.

  The officiant looked over at Derek and myself, nodded, and smiled genuinely.

  “Go get ‘em, tiger!” Stephen roared in a comedic whisper, just before giving me a kiss on the cheek.

  “You don’t even know,” I whispered in jest, as he let go of my hand and offered it to Derek. Derek squeezed it firmly, reassuringly, and as soon as he did, it was like the rest of the world disappeared and there was only he and I. Just the two of us.

  “Ladies and gentlemen, we are here today to celebrate the union of Zoe Shadrick and Derek Sholts.” He turned to us, and immediately I blushed.

  “If you would please take a step up here, holding hands to symbolize walking through life together.” I turned and handed my bouquet to Laura, still holding onto Derek’s hand. We stepped up towards the officiant, both with gleaming smiles on our happy faces.

  This would be the day we’d never forget; it was the day we were joined together for our love, in front of all the other people we loved and cared about.

  Yet, as I stood in front of all of our friends and family, holding Derek’s hand, I noticed that I didn’t feel like I was the center of attention.

  To me, I only felt Derek’s presence.

  No one else’s.

  Don’t get me wrong, I was glad that they were all there, but there was something about only focusing on Derek that made the moment seem more pure than I had ever anticipated.

  I was about to become his wife.

  I was about to be his forever; and he mine.

  It was as corny as it came, but it was also nothing but the truth.

  I squeezed his hand, the affection and love pouring out of me. I could do nothing more than hope and pray the kiss part was coming soon, because I wanted nothing more than to envelope his lips with my own.

  But luckily, as soon as I looked into his eyes, the notion of time seemed to float away. Before I knew it, I was saying “I do,” and he was leaning in, ready for the moment. My eyes glistened with joy as the official said in his deep, gentle-giant of a voice, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

  Derek leaned down and caressed my cheek with one hand. The other hand busied itself at my waist, pulling me to him. I felt his heat, and I immediately closed my eyes, relishing in the warmth until I felt his breath on my lips and I sighed, allowing his to graze mine and our tongues to dance together in unison.

  And as soon as we broke away, everyone laughed, as they stood, clapping.

  “Ladies, and gentlemen, I would like to introduce Mr. and Mrs. Derek Sholts!”

  And that was that!

  We held each other, excitedly, as we ran down the aisle and out of the church. We loaded up in a fancy white roadster convertible and headed off to a nearby fancy-schmancy hotel for the reception.

  Once we got there, I could do nothing more than thank the heavens that I had actually agreed to a big wedding. Once upon a time I thought I would have been perfectly content on a courthouse-paperwork-type marriage. To me, there was nothing wrong with one of those.

  And it saved a whole heap of money…not like I ever had to worry about that with Derek, but still…it seemed like a perfectly good option—at least for me.

  But I was glad we did what we did, as soon as all of my family and friends gathered around. They made it worth it. They made it worth having big wedding, especially the reception, which was full of laughter and love, and a lot of dancing; the main offender being my sister, Laura.

  She was a little embarrassing, in fact, since she refused to sit down for even just one song.

  To her, she knew all of them and could dance all of them. To everyone else, she looked like a drunken idiot.

  But it was all in good fun.

  Abigail and Jim made a small appearance, and I was forever grateful that they did. They had nothing but kind words and congratulations to give. But Jim had to go to work early the next day.

  Derek had given him a job—a good job—at our office front. It provided secure, frequent, and set hours, as well as incredible benefits for him and Abigail.

  I felt forever indebted to Derek and his kindness on that front; and I wanted to think that it was because of me that he did it. However, it was because of himself that he did it.

  Derek was a good guy—whether or not he wanted to act it, or believe it…he was still a good guy.

  I wouldn’t have married him otherwise.

  Derek’s parents even seemed joyous as they danced with one another and poked fun at my sister as she danced like a lunatic. They looked almost lovey-dovey as they danced together, and I guess time would tell how that turned out.

  I wondered, if after all the years of regret and loss, if his dad would finally be able to forget what happened moons ago.

  He had already forgiven her…Maybe, just maybe, he could forget.

  Maybe he could love her again, in the way that she had continued to love him for so many years.

  And maybe if they did reconcile, she would do everything in her power to keep him, and the trust that he gave her.

  But again, only time would tell.

  “I'm so happy for you guys.” Polly stammered drunkenly, interrupting my thoughts, as she hugged us both. “But seriously, Derek…” She looked at him intently, just before slinging her arm around his shoulder. “I can stay with you guys, right? I literally cannot pay for rent by myself.”

  Mark Laura off the list for “most embarrassing”. That award definitely went to Polly for the evening.

  “Of course, Polly,” Derek giggled. “But we’re going to get out of here.”

  And he was right, just as quickly as it had started, it was over, and time for us to leave the reception. We had eaten; we had danced; we had made complete fools of ourselves; we cut the cake; and everyone around us was painstakingly drunk. It was time to go.

  And as soon as I realized it, I felt an overwhelming sense of emotion and maybe a little pressure.

  It was our wedding night.

  Our wedding night…

  We had seriously just gotten married!

  And I had never had sex as someone’s wife before!

  I could tell that I wasn’t the only one who felt a little nervous though—because as we rode up the hotel elevator, I heard him gulp just before he took a slow, deep breath.

  I almost giggled. At least he was feeling the pressure, too, and I wasn’t just being a weirdo. But the funny thing was, he was a lot more outward with his nervousness than I was.

  “You okay?” I asked, hoping that if I embarrassed him a little, he might feel a little better, a little calmer.

  He breathed out in a nervous laugh. “Yeah,” he replied, and as soon as I looked at him and his adorable smile, I melted. It was all just so endearing.

  I took his hand as soon as we reached our floor with a ding, and the elevator doors opened. I pulled him, excitedly, out into the hall. My nerves had stifled for the time being, and I was just beyond excited to be there with him. I pulled him towards our room, which was the only door on the entire floor.

  We had the penthouse. Go figure.

  Derek Sholts loved to spend money.

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  He pulled out the keycard an
d swiped it with hesitancy. His hand shook with a nervous tick, and I could do nothing but smile as I watched him open the door.

  It was like a gateway, beckoning us, into the unknown. And no matter how nervous the two of us were, we were ready to enter it—together.

  He took my hand and once inside, he looked at me, as if to ask—without words—if I was ready.

  When did the tides turn? When had he become less nervous than I?

  I thought I was reassuring him with my excitement, but as soon as we were in the room, his demeanor changed.

  And although I’ll admit that the nervousness was endearing and adorable, I preferred a confident and sure Derek. And that’s who had come out to play; that’s who I was staring at…

  My husband. I smiled and then shuddered as I looked into his deep, passionate eyes. Indeed, he was back to being the intimidating Derek Sholts that I knew and loved.

  We were standing too far from each other—too far for my comfort. Normally we would have pounced by now, like starved animals. But not tonight.

  He continued to look at me, his stare demanding, yet completely questioning. He wanted permission to continue, and even though I did feel pressure, and I was nervous, I smiled and gave a nod. I wanted him; and I wanted him badly.

  He was damn sexy in that suit, and I wanted more than anything to just tear it off of him! I wanted desperately for the show to get on the road so I could pounce on him just as I normally would have!

  He grinned for a moment just after I nodded, but it was only for a moment, before it turned into a cocky smirk. Why was he smirking? But just as I was about to ask vocally, he swooped me up in the air in one swift motion and carried me to the bedroom.

  His muscles rippled as he held me closely, and I felt them tighten against my body, as we crossed the penthouse suite.

  He smirked and lay small kisses atop my forehead as he walked. It all would have been incredibly sexy had he not ruined it by giggling as soon as we crossed over the threshold to the bedroom.

  “This so isn’t me!” He laughed, just before sitting me down beside the bed, rather than on it.

  A slight tinge of disappointment edged into my mind.

  “Are you tired?” he asked, glancing over to the bed. I wasn’t sure if he was trying to get out of sleeping with me or not, but I wasn’t going to let that happen. I was going to have him. I was going to have my husband.

  “Uh-yeah!” I shot. “Of course I am!”

  I wanted to see his reaction, and when his head peered down, as if in disappointment, I laughed.

  “I’m super happy though, too. So let’s get it on!”

  I was joking, but not joking all at the same time. And I could tell that he knew it by the smile he flashed at me tenderly just before he let out an amused chuckle.

  “Let’s get it onnnn,” he began singing completely out of tune. I cringed a bit before enveloping him into a passionate kiss, bringing our bodies close together—just the way they should have always been.

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  I took his hand in mine as our tongues danced with incredible fervor.

  The physical intimacy between a husband and wife had always intrigued me to be honest. And now that I was experiencing it first hand, I couldn’t believe it. It was worth the intrigue. It was worth everything. Feeling him, feeling the passion, the love, the pleasure…it was all worth the wait of over thirty years.

  His kisses became more intense, more demanding and passionate, and I could tell that he was ready. And I was more than happy to give into them—and him—knowing that at some point in the evening that I was likely to be just as demanding, if not much more.

  He pulled me even tighter into him, and I moaned when I felt his erection press against my hip.

  “We need to get these damn clothes off,” he whispered in my ear, his breath like hot silk as it rolled over the sensitive flesh there and seared into me.

  He shook his grey jacket off with a smirk and began pulling and tugging at my dress.

  “Take my shirt off,” he demanded, heatedly, as he continued yanking at my dress.

  My fingers shook as I struggled to unbutton the first button.

  My breath heaved heavily with nervousness. As I took in a deep breath, trying to steady myself into calmness, I caught a wonderful trace of vanilla musk. I groaned as I smelled it, smelled him.

  I loved that smell. Always had. Just after a short time knowing him, I realized that it was just his scent—his natural scent. It was from the soap he used, mixed and infused with his wonderful natural aroma. And I loved it.

  I sighed, annoyed that I was so nervous, but at the same time I understood.

  This wasn’t like all the other times we had fallen, tangled in one another. This time was new; it was different. It was the first time as man and wife…and that meant something. At least to me, it did.

  I took his lead and unbuttoned his shirt; only to find that in his haste he had undressed me almost entirely before I even got his shirt even so much as halfway undone.

  I felt myself blush and my mouth go dry when I realized that he had already taken all of my clothes off. I had to mentally curse myself to further my progress on ridding him of his clothes, disappointed that I was letting my butterflies get the better of me. For the love of God, I couldn’t even rid him of his shirt before he got me out of my dress and undergarments!

  And it was then that I didn’t know if it was the pressure of having sex for the first time as a married couple, or if it was just because I was so damned overwhelmed with all the emotions that came from being married.

  Whatever it was, though, the fact remained that I was a nervous wreck.

  “Dayum girl, you looking foine!” He snapped his fingers, as he pulled away from me, eyeing me up and down. I felt myself blush, but more than anything, I was just amused. I laughed. And I laughed hard.

  There was something about him. He always made me feel better.

  It was rare that he had humor, but when he did, it dang near busted my gut open.

  He always knew exactly what to do to make everything better.

  “You’re going to ruin the mood!” He wasn’t. On the contrary, I wanted him more.

  He smiled and brought us both together beneath the covers just before he leaned in to kiss me.

  As soon as we were canopied and cocooned within the sheets, I felt a warmth unlike any other wash over me. Being so incredibly close to him, I immediately felt any sort of fear that I had about what wedding night sex was supposed to be fly away.

  Only the intimacy and love of the evening came forth, and I knew then that was all that mattered. There was no expectation or standard that I had to reach. I was already there. I was what he wanted—for better or worse.

  Me.

  Just me.

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  My hearted thudded in my chest, and I couldn’t think of a time that I was happier than I was in that moment; with him; as his wife; exploring him…and him exploring me.

  It all just felt so natural.

  His kisses trailed along my neck and down, eventually reaching my perked-up-and-incredibly-engorged breasts. He was exploring me—with his mouth and his hands.

  I could do nothing but let out the whimper that had been trying to escape for some time already; the tale-tale sign of me enjoying myself quite thoroughly. I had been trying to stifle it back, but as he continued to assault my body in glorious ways, it had all proven to become too difficult to hide away. And before I knew it, by his glorious kisses and explorative touches, that same whimper became a full-throttled moan.

  When his hand slipped between my legs and began fondling my arousal, I thought I was going to burst. “So gorgeous. So unbelievably perfect,” he whispered between the kisses he lay all over my flesh and lips.

  “God, Derek! Ahh!” I was completely lost for words.

  His fingers slipped between my folds and began to touch my sensitive and oh-so-hard clit so tenderly and lovingly that I could do nothing more than cry ou
t in pleasure.

  It was almost as if the sensations were new, like I was a virgin once again, making love for the first time. And if I didn’t know any better, I would have believed it.

  Everything felt new and exciting once again, and I felt nothing more than wonderment as I felt his member rub against my thigh. My hands began to explore his gorgeously sculpted body, and I could do nothing more than to thank the heavens above that he was healthy once again.

  Ever since kicking the toxins out of his body, his muscles seemed to fill out once again and his body looked even more god-like than before. His skin felt beautiful to the touch; his shoulders silk and smooth; his chest hard, yet curiously soft at the same time.

  I felt primal once again, but I also felt something else, something dignified. It felt different to be making love to my husband.

  When he moved up again to claim my lips, I took the opportunity presented to lace my fingers in his hair. As soon as one of the fingers that had been working my clit entered me, I pulled and tugged his hair for all that it was worth, feeling an extraordinary pleasure like no other.

  “Oh, God, honey,” he panted, seeming quite hot and bothered, lips slightly swelled from kissing. His breath was heavy and hot on my flesh, as he continued to pump his finger in and out of me, in perfect rhythm.

  “Oh, yeah!” were the only words that I could manage.

  “You feel so good!” he groaned, slipping an additional finger inside of me just before hooking both in an upward come-hither motion. With every thrust he hit that oh-so-glorious spot, and I could do nothing but squeal in pleasure.

  I wanted nothing more than for him to replace his finger with the pulsating cock I felt rubbing against my flesh. I was soaked, ready and waiting for him.

  I needed him.

  And that need and lustful want was precisely what made the rest of my butterflies flee, and my nerves become almost non-existent.