Final LockDown (38 page)

“Leighton and Brandon, I thank you and I will for the rest of my life, for allowing me your sister. I know it must be hard to let her be with someone like me, someone with my reputation, but there isn’t a thing I wouldn’t do in this life for your sister. I would move heaven and earth to please her and keep her safe. I love her beyond what words could express, so let’s let actions do the talking.” He turns to face Georgia, taking her hand in his.

“Baby, you are my world, everything that keeps me breathing. Let me be a part of your world, let me feel complete entirely.” He drops to his knees, holding open a ring box, a glistening diamond set in beautiful platinum. “Georgia Cassandra Lock, would you do me the amazing honour of being my wife?” he asks her and her hands fly to her mouth, tears falling from her green eyes. I can’t be more proud of my best friend than I am now. Having the courage to fight for them, against all odds.

“What do you say, baby? Should we spend the rest of our lives together?” he asks her again and she nods throwing herself into his arms, knocking him onto his arse.

“Yes, God yes Antonio, I’ll be your wife.” She cries, clinging to him.

We all cheer and clap for them, my heart so full it could burst. Everyone is growing up and making their own lives. I am so happy Antonio has finally found his someone, after years of fucking around.

When they climb down from the stage, my sister runs at me and Brandon and clings to us both. “Did you two know about this?” she asks us and Brandon answers.

“Yes, he asked for our permission at Leigh’s wedding.”

“What, and he’s waited this long? How?” she asks, just as surprised as me that Ant had not popped the question before.

“To be honest, I think he would have proposed that night if he could but then everything happened with Abigail and her father and things spiralled from there. This is the first time we have all been stable and happy in so long. It was perfect timing,” I explain, lifting my sister’s hand to kiss it. “It’s beautiful, sweetheart. You are going to make one beautiful bride.” She begins crying again, cuddling my brother and I.

“Will you two…” she stops to stop her flow of tears from mumbling her words. “Will the both of you give me away at the wedding? You both mean so much to me and are the closest thing I have to a dad,” She asks looking at Brandon and me, the same eyes as me looking back up.

“Of course, sweetheart. I would be honoured,” I answer and Brandon agrees too.

“Could I have my fiancée back please, lads?” Ant asks, swopping Georgia away and placing a chase kiss to her lips. “God, isn’t she perfect,” he pretty much screams out.

“That she is, but as any brother, if you hurt her Ant I will break every bone in your body and then feed you to the lions at the zoo.” I smile, patting his back before hugging him. He was like a brother to me when my own family had abandoned me, he is the closest thing to family I have apart from my actual family. Blood doesn’t matter to any of us, we are family regardless of the red shit that flows through our veins. My father had pretty much ensured that blood meant shit to me and that the bond and love you hold for someone will triumph anything.

“I’d expect nothing less from you, brother. Same goes for Abbi, she is my sister in every way and if you break her heart I will obliterate you.” He smiles proudly at me and we laugh.

“I’d expect nothing less, brother.” I mimic his answer.

“Party time,” Ant says, sweeping Georgia away to the dance floor.

“Everything is perfect now, brother,” Brandon tells me. I don’t see him often, he is busy with his supermodel wife and business, but when I do see him it’s like he completes my life over again.

“It sure is, I couldn’t ask for more in this life now. Just to spend my years with my family and friends. It’s all I’ll ever ask. Go, April is looking for you, go and dance with her, I’m going to find my wife,” I say, hugging him firmly before patting his back.

“Catch you later, man,” he says, sauntering off to his sexy arse woman who grabs his jacket lapels and smashes her lips to his, grinding against him. I suppose there is one bonus with your wife being a supermodel, she has the confidence and body of an angel.

I search for my own wife, creeping behind her and twirling her around in my arms. Thomas and Nate walk off laughing, finding a sneaky corner to steal a few kisses before one of the children find them. I imagine it won’t be long before they are both married to one another. 

“Hey wife,” I say, stroking her back through the incredible opening at the back. The white is glorious against her skin, illuminating the radiance it possesses.

“Hey baby. Thank you for today it meant the world. It’s like someone is looking out for us for once. That was the best beginning to a new era. I just hope we get to have a proper wedding night this time,” she says and my cock twitches to life imagining her beneath me and writhing.

“Hmmm, I hope so too. I need my cock inside of your tight body, baby. I miss you around me already.” I kiss her neck, devouring her taste. I can feel my arousal escalating, knowing I should be backing away, but as she pushes her heat into me I can’t help but grind myself into her.

“It’s been twelve hours, Leighton, but I need you in me so fucking bad. I’m dripping wet and my pussy is trembling with the need for you.” I growl into her ear, yanking her hips back onto my erection. I just wish she was naked and my cock was actually slipping through her wet folds and into her vice-like heat.

“Upstairs now,” I say, knowing it is already closing in on midnight. The children are asleep in their rooms or passed out on chairs. The twins and Chloe are asleep in their prams.

“Yes… Sir,” she answers me and runs off. I apologise to everyone for our departure but they are all more than happy for us. They tell me they will wrap everything up and make sure people get home safe or in a room for the night. 

I run the halls up to our room, more than excited to see my wife. I open the door and it’s empty inside, the bed sheets not even creased. The small light in the en-suite is on and I tiptoe into the room and across the floor to the bathroom.

Abbi sits on the edge of the toilet seat, smiling. “Baby, you okay?” I ask, edging forward.

“Perfect, I’m absolutely perfect Leighton. Happy wedding day, husband. I love you,” she speaks and hands me an envelope.

I open it, cautiously, wondering what she has concealed in it. I shake the contents out.

A plastic stick lands on my hand, followed by a pair of tiny baby socks. Engraved on the socks is
Baby Lock
. I gasp, my eyes widening. I look to the plastic stick, turning it over to see two red lines on the clear screen. “For real?” I ask in shock, staring at my wife.

She nods, a smile so wide on her face I fear it will fall off. “Yes, we’re having a baby, Leighton,” she tells me, waiting to see my reaction.

I sit down, gathering my bearings. Nothing in this world could have made today or the rest of my life any more perfect than discovering I am going to be a father again. “I’m going to be a dad again?” I ask.

“Yes, you’re going to be a daddy.” She laughs and cries and I follow suit, picking her up from the edge of the toilet and spinning her around.

“How long have you known, Angel?” I ask her, knowing she has to have had suspicions to take the test in the first place.

“A week, I’ve been waiting for the perfect time to tell you and well, you made that day today.” She smiles at me, her perfect lips so desirable. I kiss her hard, still holding onto the tiny socks and the stick that confirms my future.

“Thank you, thank you for everything you have ever given me. I can’t wait for this baby, already. I love you so much, Abigail. Forever and always, Angel,” I tell her, kissing every part of her face, her eyes, her cheeks and nose, her chin and jaw then her perfect rosy red lips.

“I love you too. I owe you my life, Leighton. I will do anything in my power to please you,” she whispers to me, wrapping her arms around my neck and climbing up me to wrap her legs around my waist.

“I need to be inside you, baby,” I tell her, taking her through the room and to our bed. I smile to her before placing her down gently onto the bed sheets. I fall onto her, keeping my weight off her. Kissing her lips, I move down her body, shifting her beautiful silk dress up as I go. I reach her breasts, licking and sucking at the exposed flesh, watching as goosebumps rise upon her.

I kiss further down, her stomach now in view. I get close to it, kissing her tiny bump present. How I haven’t noticed is beyond me, but I’m so glad I haven’t, the surprise is worth it. “Hey baby, I can’t wait to meet you,” I say quickly, kissing her stomach. I shuffle down the bed further, reaching her lace covered pussy, bending my nose in to inhale her glorious scent. “Fuck that is so fucking gorgeous,” I tell her, licking and sucking at her moistness through the fabric.

Her body quivers under my touch, her groin pushing up against my attack on her. “Leighton. Fuck.” She moans out, her hands reaching into my hair and pulling at them. She is fighting with herself, whether to pull me up her or push me into her further. Either way, I am a happy man, tasting her wet pussy or kissing her sweet lips both have the same effect on me. They make me fucking hard.

“Fuck me Leighton.” She begs me, finally pulling me up to her.

“Stand baby, I need to strip you,” I order her, standing from her beautiful body.

She stands and presents herself to me, placing her hands behind her back and bowing her head to me in respect. I don’t want my submissive right now, I want my wife, my beautiful sexy glorious, pregnant wife.

I walk around her, unzipping the zip to the side of her body, the back completely exposed. I walk back around to her front, grasping her chin in my forefinger and thumb. I lift her head up to look at me. “Baby, I want to see your eyes as I take in your beautiful body. You are not my submissive tonight, you are my wife,” I inform her, moving my hands to her shoulders to push her dress from her shoulders.

I watch as it trickles down her body like water, pooling at her feet. I offer my hand and she steps out of it so elegantly, her high heeled Jimmy Choo’s making her legs seem like a mile high. “God you are just so perfect baby,” I tell her, stroking the side of her body, tickling her soft curves and luscious breasts. “God, I love you in lace,” I whisper. “Almost as much as I love you naked and bare for me,” I continue, reaching behind her to unhook her bra. Her breasts spill free into my waiting hands. I massage them, tweaking her erected nipples.

She judders under my caress, begging for more. I bend my head and lick a nipple, drawing it into my mouth. “So sweet and so perfect,” I announce before dropping to my knees.

Her pussy is in my view, so juicy and wet through the sodden lace of her panties. I draw them down her thighs, letting them drop to her slender ankles. “Fuck you smell so… intoxicating.” I bury my head between her thighs, inhaling her before letting my tongue dart out to taste her. Her body trembles as my tongue brushes against her clit, the bundle of nerves throbbing.

“Leighton!” she screams, her hands clutching my strands so tightly they could rip out of my skull if I move an inch.

“I need to be in you, baby. I need to fuck you like I should have on our wedding night.” I pick her up and toss her onto the bed. Her body shakes with her joyous laughter, as I remove my trousers and let them drop to the floor. I unbutton my shirt slowly, watching as greedy eyes eat me, her gaze laced with sexual need.

“Keep the tie, we may need it later.” She smiles at me with those devilish blues. She winks at me, biting down on her lip so hard it may bleed, but it is okay I will fix her and make her better with every breath that I take.

“Okay sweetheart. Now, open up and let me in.” I laugh out, watching as she parts like the red sea, giving me a glimpse of her glistening, juicy sex.

I climb on her, slowly sliding my body against hers. The second our bodies connect, a zap of electricity passes through me straight to my heart, telling me everything is perfect. I smile at my beautiful wife, sliding my cock slowly inside of her tight opening.

“This is how it should always be. You and me Angel, forever and eternity,” I whisper, sliding fully inside of her heat and connecting us as one.

Forever and always
.

The End

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