Forever in my Heart: Book 3 in My Heart Series (19 page)

T
hursday at the day spa is the best three hours I have had in a long time. I have been waxed, exfoliated, polished, painted, and primped for my wedding day. I feel amazing and a lot less stressed than earlier in the week. My hair has been freshly foiled and a treatment put in it for volume and shine. Make-up and hair styling are booked for Saturday morning. Everything is going to plan so far.

Not having to work on Friday, I stay in bed a little later. I need my beauty sleep for my big day; black bags under my eyes are not classy. Kade goes off to his surfing practice and comes back feeling damp and smelling salty. So glad that he has the old surf school owner to fill in when he needs it.

“Hey baby, so this is the last time you will see me before I’ll be the one in white,” I say to him as he climbs into bed to snuggle me. I nestle into his neck as close as I can get.

“I know. It will be a long twenty-four hours without you. How will I survive?” he stirs me playfully. “So, this will be the last time I get to have sex with Roxy Thorne then?” he asks me smirking.

“Well yeah, I guess so, since tomorrow I will be Roxy Thomas,” I reply smiling. It really does have a nice sound to it.
I love it already.

“Well, I better make it memorable for this Roxy Thorne character then,” he jokes as he strips the covers from me and finds me naked, ready, and waiting for him. I thought it would be a nice little surprise for him.

“Goddamn, Miss Thorne. Someone was a bit presumptuous.” He laughs.

“Don’t you know that Miss Thorne has a sex obsessed fiancée and kind of expected him to want me naked and waiting? By the way, you better be going, he will be home soon.” I can’t help but laugh loudly at my own comment.

“Let me show you how a real man does it, then when your fiancé comes home you can compare,” he replies, and this role-play really does get me hot.

“Okay, show me what you have got, Mr. Thomas. Don’t hold back now, you hear,” I respond sternly giving him a little challenge.

“You got it, baby. I will not hold back,” he declares sounding alpha male and tough as nails.

His hungry mouth is greedily on my nipple sucking hard while his hand is on my core. Not wasting any time, he massages me getting me wetter by the second. “Mmm,” I moan in pleasure as he enters a finger inside me. His tongue flicks my nipple, as the nub gets harder from the sensation. He adds another finger inside my folds and massages in a steady rhythm. He moves to my other nipple and repeats the action, then using his tongue he licks his way up my neck to my lips, where he tickles them with his tongue, teasing me.

“You are a tease. Do you know that?” I say to him, needing more before I combust.

“Just wait and see what I do with this,” he announces as he frees his cock from his board shorts and underwear. It springs to attention and has me licking my lips. I smile at his comment as he strokes his length. I reach out and stroke it too, needing to feel the soft skin over his hard erection.

“Turn over onto your stomach, Miss Thorne. I want to show you just how deep I can go,” he orders me and it sounds goddamn hot.
I love this side to him!

I hastily do as I am told, eager to feel him deep inside me from this angle. Lying on my stomach, I bring my knees up and open wide, giving him instant access.

“Fuck me, that is a glorious sight of your wet pussy, Rox.” My breath hitches as I feel his cock at my entrance before he pushes in slowly. Pushing in further, he goes nice and deep, stretching and filling me completely.

“Yes! That is so deep!” I cry out once he is completely inside. He withdraws and repeats his thrust, slow at first, and then hard. He slams into me, causing me to cry out. Over and over he continues, and I feel my orgasm building. It’s going to be a big one. I convulse and shake as I ride the waves of ecstasy from my release.

“Yes, yes, yes!” I scream in pleasure feeling on top of the world.

“I’m coming with you, Roxy!” Kade yells as he thrusts one last time harder and deeper than I thought possible and blows inside me, leaving a part of him where I am now tender and swollen. It will have me thinking of him all day, and I am sure that was his plan all along.

“Well, Mr. Thomas, considering that was damn fucking impressive how about you meet me at the altar tomorrow instead of my fiancé? Two pm, are you free?” I query him while entertaining myself with my own stand-up comedy show.

“I am free at two actually,” he replies smirking widely.

“I wouldn’t miss the opportunity to marry you for the world. Not a single thing could get in the way of me making you mine forever, baby,” Kade promises adoringly to me as his chocolate brown eyes bore into my soul.

Mr. and Mrs. Thomas

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M
y wedding is today!

Jemma, Tia, Ebony, and myself all spent the night over at Mum’s house. It is tradition, after all. We had a few drinks and a lot of laughs, a pre-wedding celebration, but Mum made sure we were in bed by ten; even if I couldn’t sleep I was still lying in bed with good intentions to fall asleep.

“Jemma are you awake?” I whisper to my bestie who is sharing my bed for the night.

“No, I am asleep,” she answers like the sarcastic bitch that she is.

“Very funny bitch,” I say jokingly to her.

“Why are you awake hoe? You have a huge day tomorrow,” she states the obvious to me and I am wondering the same thing.

“I just can’t sleep too much going on in my brain, like what if I fall while walking down the aisle, or the celebrant doesn’t turn up?” My jitters that are totally random but they are still crossing my mind.

“Ha, ha you are a dork Rox, you definitely will not fall and the minister will be there, I guarantee you. Now close those pretty blue eyes of yours and sleep sweetie or I may have to staple them shut,” she declares as lovingly as Jemma is capable.

Either way she made me smile and eased my tension.

I wake to the smell of something delicious and make my way out to the kitchen, where my mother is cooking up a storm of bacon and eggs.

“Morning sweetie, did you manage to get much sleep last night?” she questions me and pulls me in for a motherly embrace.

“Morning Mum, I finally got some sleep, thanks to Jemma,” I state smiling at my BFF
,
who is already digging into her breakfast.

“Sit down, honey, and I will dish you out a nice big breakfast. You need your energy for today, Rox,” she orders me caring about my well-being like she always does.

“Thanks, Mum, but please don’t give me too much. I don’t want to spew,” I reply light-heartedly.
Hey, it could happen...

I manage to eat a few pieces of bacon and one poached egg with toast. I have always been a breakfast person. After all, they say it is the most important meal of the day, and I am one to agree with that saying.

Then I quickly shower and dress in casual clothes, with a button up blouse so I can remove it easily without messing my hair style or smudging my make-up. The doorbell rings and Mum excitedly lets the hair dresser, Maria, inside. She looks bright and fresh, and ready to tackle our styles.

“Oh Roxy, you must be excited about your big day,” she announces and embraces me.

“Yes, I am excited and a little nervous but mostly excited,” I confess to her as she starts to unpack her hair dryer, straightener, rollers and a million types of brushes.

“Take a seat Roxy and I will begin the masterpiece that we talked about honey,” she proclaims to me as I sit anxiously to see the end result.

For the next two hours, my long blond hair is curled, pinned, and sprayed with a large amount of hair spray. I am having the majority of it down in curls, and the rest is half up with two pieces layering my face.

“Oh, its gorgeous, Maria. I love it,” I tell her smiling at my transformed image in the mirror.

Damn, I really do need that make-up lady to work her magic today. I look tired and forlorn, but I don’t even have foundation on yet so that doesn’t help.

As if she is telepathic, Cindy
,
who is doing our make-up, knocks at my mum’s hardwood timber door.

“Knock, knock,” she calls out as I am sure she could hear us chatting through the front flyscreen.

I run to let her in as Mum and Jemma have their turn at setting their hair in rollers.

“Hey Cindy, come on in,” I tell her as I open the door to let her inside.

“Hey Roxy, oh your hair looks divine sweetheart, you will be a stunning bride. I can’t wait to get your make-up done,” she announces sounding bubbly and complimentary.

Just what I need today, my confidence needs a bit of a boost and she is helping enormously.

“Oh, thank you, I can’t wait to see the finished product,” I reply as I help her inside with her rolling cart and two other beauty cases.

I make everyone some tea and coffee as we chat and admire Mum’s, Jemma’s, and Tia’s hairdos while Cindy prepares for my makeover.

I curiously check my phone and there is a test message from the travel agent confirming our honeymoon flight is booked for Monday to the Maldives, sounds beautiful.

“Okay bride-to-be come and sit over here and let me start with the concealer and foundation that we chose last week,” Cindy requests and she makes me smile. She sounds so excited about applying make-up.

A
s I gaze at my reflection in the mirror, I am in awe at how beautiful I look with my make-up and hair done to perfection. The foundation is fairly light, with blusher, my lips are lined with a pink liner and fuchsia pink lipstick to suit, but my eyes are the focal point. My bright blue coloured eyes are accentuated by the smoky and silver eye shadow, with liquid eyeliner and fibre lashes that Cindy attached, they make my eyelashes look fuller and longer.

“Oh wow, I absolutely love my make-up, Cindy. It’s perfect, thank you, especially the eyes,” I announce to her smiling largely and feeling ready to slip on my white dress and marry the man I love.

“Damn Roxy, that is the most beautiful I have ever seen you look,” Jemma declares and it warms my heart.

“Aww thanks, Jem, it does look amazing,” I agree with her confession.

“I am going to go and change into my underwear and freshen up before I put the dress on,” I declare as I disappear into the spare room.

I can’t help but stare at myself in the mirror again and smile. Damn, Kade is going to get a hard on from the way I look today, I smirk to myself at the thought.

As the others finish hair and make-up, I brush my teeth and decide to put my dress on. If I don’t hurry, I will be running late for when the photographer arrives for some bridal shots.

I put on my push-up bodice, it was the only one that I can wear with this dress to emphasize my cleavage but be low enough to expose my back.

My sexy white g-string to match is very lacy and pretty.
I think it will be a hit with a certain sexy surfer.

I carefully unzip my delicate dress and step into it, just as I hear a knock at the door. “Hey, Rox, it’s Jem. Do you need a hand?” she asks me offering her help at just the right time.

“Yeah sure, good timing, come on in,” I say to her as I am pulling the dress up at the front and slipping my arms through the gorgeous embroidered straps.

“Oh Rox, the dress is sensational. Let me zip it up, your back looks so sexy,” she admits to me as she zips it up with ease. I spin around to show her the front.

I love everything about this dress, I can’t believe it fits so well and looks so elegant.

“I really do feel like a beach princess,” I announce to Jemma smiling.

“Well come on and let’s get these photos done so you can go and meet your beach prince,” Jemma says to me sweetly, and it couldn’t be more fitting as to me Kade is my prince charming.

M
y father arrives looking so handsome in the brown pants and white top we picked out for him.

“Oh Roxy, my gorgeous daughter you are a vision, absolutely beautiful,” he announces to me and I can’t help but shed a tear.

“Oh, thanks, Dad that means so much to me to hear you say that. I am so glad that you are here, and back in my life,” I confess hugging him.