Misguided Trust (Misguided #2) Read online

  “I don’t know. Do you think I should? I mean, I don’t know if I can wait that long.” She laughed.

  “Wait right here, I’ll be right back. Don’t move!”

  I ran out into the room full of people, and when I spotted Braden I quickly ran over to him and pulled him back into the bathroom with me.

  “Jesus, Aston. Why the hell am I in the women’s restroom?” Then he saw Shelby, “Babe, are you okay?” Without hesitation he was instantly at her side.

  Tears were starting to fall down her flushed cheeks as a wide smile spread across her beautiful glowing face. “Just let her talk.” I warned. He held up his hands in mock surrender, and we all shared a heartfelt laugh.

  “Braden, you know how we’ve been talking about starting a family? Well…I’m pregnant.” She held her hands up in mock excitement, “Surprise!”

  Shelby and I both looked at Braden as he stood there, not saying a word, then we looked at each other. I shrugged my shoulders, and her tears become tears of sadness. When he still had no reaction to this amazing news a minute later, I was ready to haul off and smack his dumbass, but then he spoke.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Well, I’m not one hundred percent positive, but I’m pretty damn sure. Are you upset?”

  “Of course I’m not. Oh my god, I’m going to be a Dad?”

  Shelby stood there nodding her head as the two of them finally hugged. I was just so damn happy for them. I wrapped my arms around the both of them and gave them a squeeze…that’s when Sloan walked in.

  “What the hell is going on in here?” He growled.

  Who pissed in his cornflakes?

  Six

  Sloan

  When I first saw her pull Braden into the bathroom, I wasn’t exactly sure what was going on, but then when they didn’t return after a few minutes, I decided to see what the hell was happening. I never thought I would walk in on the three of them having a group hug in the middle of our wedding reception. Now I was just getting pissed off. First, she wouldn’t even hold my hand or even speak to me, and now she was off having a grand old time with her friends?

  “Stop being such an asshole. We just realized that Shelby is pregnant. Isn’t that amazing?” Aston’s arms were flying up and around my neck, causing my anger to instantly dissipate.

  “Oh my god, seriously?” I gently pushed Aston back and wrapped my arms around Shelby. “Congrats Shelb, that’s amazing.” I pulled back and shook Braden’s hand, “Congrats, man!”

  “Thanks, dude.”

  I swear I would never get used to him calling me that. I pulled Aston into my side and kissed her forehead. “That’s so awesome for them. Were they ready for it?” I whispered so only she could hear me.

  “No, but they’ve been talking about it.”

  “Wow, really? But they’ve only been married for like three months.” I knew how it must’ve sounded to Aston, but I really didn’t want her getting any ideas. I mean for crying out loud, we literally just got married.

  “Wow Sloan, really? Don’t worry, I won’t get any ideas.”

  And just like that, I ruined a very precious moment. Aston left the bathroom, and I stood there feeling like a complete idiot. “Shit!”

  “You said it, I didn’t.” Shelby’s voice caught me off guard, but I didn’t disagree with her. “Can I give you a piece of advice?”

  “Um, well…”

  “Okay, well, I know you’re this big strong dominate man, but you’ve gotta be somewhat sensitive when it comes to her. Let her have her moments, without your commentary. Got it?”

  Was I really going to fight with a pregnant woman? Hell no, not if I wanted to live. “Got it. I promise, I’ll try harder.”

  “Good. Now go get your wife and make up with her.”

  I smiled and nodded just before heading out of the bathroom to do just that. I spotted her from across the room, and I stood back in amazement. Even when she was one step away from ripping my face off, she still looked absolutely stunning, and managed to still be gracious and happy towards every single person here.

  How did I get so lucky?

  I quickly made my way over to her, and before she could push me away or tell me to leave her alone, I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and leaned down for a long passionate kiss. At first she tried to push me away, but within seconds she gave in to her most primal needs, pushing her hand back through my hair, pulling my lips hard against hers. I knew exactly what she wanted, because I wanted it too. I slowly pulled back, whispering in her ear, “Soon enough.” I clutched her hand in mine and whispered I’m sorry, before asking her if she was ready to leave. She just simply nodded as she nestled her head on my chest.

  I glanced down at my Rolex realizing that it was much later than I had anticipated it being. “It’s almost one in the morning, should we say our goodbyes?”

  “Yes, please. I’m exhausted, and want to get out of this dress, and these shoes.”

  “Oh I would love to get you out of that dress, you can keep the shoes on though.” I smiled against her ear, and I could feel the goose bumps break out across her correlating arm. Luckily we were staying at the Four Seasons right up the street.

  We quickly said our goodbyes to everyone and made our departure. The minute we sat down in the town car, exhaustion settled in and I was yawning like I hadn’t slept in years. Who would’ve known that a wedding could take so much out of you? I glanced over at Aston, who was barely keeping her eyes open. As much as I wanted to ravage her in our hotel room, it was looking like sleep was going to be all that we did tonight. Luckily I had rented a private jet for us to fly to Bora Bora, so no need to wake up early and catch a flight. I’d be lying if I were to say that I didn’t have my own ulterior motives for renting the jet. I mean, it’s definitely the only way to take full advantage of my wife without possibly being kicked off of our flight.

  When we pulled up to the hotel a few minutes later Aston was pretty much out. I hated to wake her, but there was no way I was going to be able to carry her through the entire hotel, check in, and gather up our bags. I mean, come on now, I was only one man. I leaned in close to her neck and placed featherlike kisses up and down her smooth skin. “Baby, we’re here.” I whispered softly against her ear, forcing a pleasurable moan from her parted lips.

  “Okay. I’m up.” She smiled with her eyes still tightly shut.

  “Baby, you’re going to have to open your eyes, and actually get out of the car.” I laughed.

  “Okay.” She slowly let her eyes flutter open, and a smile spread wide across her face as she took in my face. “How did I get so lucky?” She whispered.

  “Beats me, I’m a catch though.” I joked.

  “Mmmhmmmm.” She muttered as her eyes began to flutter shut.

  “No, no, no. You gotta get up, love.”

  “Fine. You’re so mean. I’m up.”

  I walked around the car, and opened her door to help her out. We were stopped a few times by guests wishing us best wishes and congratulating us, and by the time we reached the front desk I was wide awake. Unfortunately, my bride was not. It was going to be one long ass night. If I thought I needed to be inside of her before, I was now on the verge of dying knowing that it most likely wasn’t going to happen. Only a couple hours of being married and we were already turning into one of those couples who rarely have sex.

  And yes, I knew how dramatic I was being!

  Seven

  Aston

  I knew Sloan was disappointed without even having to look at his face, and even though he wasn’t willing to admit it, I was too. I honestly didn’t think I would be this exhausted after the wedding. I mean, I can go out and party until three or four in the morning, and still get up for work a couple of hours later. Okay, maybe not that late anymore, but still. It was baffling to me.

  As soon as we got up to the room I headed straight for the bathroom to put on something a little less…constricting. I felt bad for two reasons now, not only was Sloan not getting an
y, but I wasn’t even asking him to get me out of my dress. I fiddled with the zipper a few times and when I finally came to the conclusion that I wasn’t going to be able to do it myself, I headed back out into the room. I was completely helpless and blind as I tried to make my way through the pitch-black suite.

  Nothing like leavin’ a light on for a girl!

  “Sloan?” I whispered, for no other reason than that’s what you do when it’s dark.

  When he didn’t answer, I felt my way across the bed and over to his still frame. I stopped and listened for a second, and when I heard that his breathing was deep and hoarse, it was evident that he was sleeping. I rolled onto the other side of the bed, laying flat on my back as I let out a loud frustrated sigh. Apparently I was sleeping in my wedding dress tonight. I rolled over and got as comfortable as possible in a ten thousand dollar couture gown, and drifted happily off to sleep.

  ~~~

  I wasn’t sure what time it was when I finally woke up, but the sun that was filtering through the curtains was practically burning my corneas, forcing me to get up. As I tried to sit myself up on the mattress, the boning from my dress that was now digging into my hips reminded me that it wasn’t going to be that easy. I glanced over at the other side of the bed expecting my new husband to be lying next to me, but to my complete and utter surprise, he was nowhere to be seen. I lay back down and rolled myself to the end of the mattress and then onto the floor before I could finally stand myself up. I felt like a hamster in one of those ridiculous plastic balls that they roll around in.

  Where the hell is he?

  I made my way into the small sitting room off of the bedroom, but still there was no sign of him. Now I was starting to get extremely pissed off. How could he just leave me, in my dress, in our honeymoon suite? It took me all about fifteen seconds before I was hobbling into the bathroom and trying to unzip the torture device I was currently stuck in. I asked myself if I would ever wear this thing again, and when the answer came up no, I made my way over to the wardrobe on the far wall. If he wasn’t going to help me out of it, then I was going to get a hanger and do this myself. I was back in the bathroom within minutes, the hanger looped through the small piece of fabric attached to the zipper, getting ready to pull this bitch apart, when he came sauntering into the room.

  “Aston, you in here?”

  I peeked my head out around the corner. “I don’t care where you’ve been, but if you don’t help me out of this damn dress that was made by the devil, I swear to God, Sloan, you will have hell to pay.”

  “Jesus woman, you don’t have to get all crazy.” He joked.

  “This is not a laughing matter. You were able to sleep comfortably. Me, well I got to toss and turn all night because you assed out in the bed before you could even help me out of my dress. So don’t go giving me lip, Mister.”

  I could tell by the look on his face that he wasn’t expecting any of that from me this morning, and when he walked into the bathroom, I immediately figured out where he had been. He was dressed in a pair of black basketball shorts, and a muscle tank. I mean seriously, who doesn’t wake up their new wife? He could’ve rolled over and slipped me out of my dress, taking advantage of me the way he normally would. Apparently it was more important for him to get his workout in.

  I could’ve given him a workout!

  As soon as the zipper fell past my ribcage, I let out an enormous sigh of relief. The warm fabric fell to the ground, pooling at my feet, and just as I was about to turn around and lay into Sloan for what he did this morning, he was suddenly pushing me against the cool porcelain sink. I let out a small gasp as my overheated skin connected with it, and I couldn’t help but look in the mirror in front of me to see Sloan slowly positioning himself behind me. I let my head drop down as I bent over a little bit more, pushing my bare ass into his hard erection.

  Sloan moved side to side, rubbing his length against me, sending shivers up and down my spine. My hands clutched onto the smooth porcelain as his hands slid up the intricate lace of my lingerie, eventually cupping both of my breasts in his strong hands. My walls clenched as he freed one of my breasts, taking my nipple between his thumb and forefinger, and slowly started rubbing. I was seconds away from coming, when I felt his other hand fall to my panties, bunching them up in his hand, and then ripping them completely from my body before discarding them onto the floor.

  I was on the precipice of losing it when he thrust himself deep inside of me, causing all irritation and anger I had towards him dissipate in an instant. I gave myself over to the euphoric moment, and let myself completely go. With every thrust I could feel him letting go as well. It had been a bit since he had let his primal side come out, and I was more than willing to let him exercise that part of him. My hands flew up to the wall, pushing flat against the fresh coat of yellow paint on both sides of the mirror as he pushed my body further into the sink. And just as his deft fingers touched my clit, I exploded around him.

  His hands slid up the back of my neck, into the hair at the nape of my neck, and with a hard tug his name crossed my lips just as mine slipped from his. My head fell down as his fingers slowly fell from my hair, and with a small slap to my bare ass cheek he slowly exited me. I stayed there, bent over the sink trying to catch my breath as he wrapped his arms tightly around my waist, and planted a long kiss to my flushed cheek.

  “Morning, baby.” His voice was deep and gravely and if he kept talking, I was bound to have another orgasm, no physical touching necessary.

  I turned in his arms to face him before pressing my yearning lips firmly against his, “morning.”

  “How’d you really sleep?” There was definitely a genuine tone in his voice, but suddenly I was once again plagued with irritation.

  Was he serious right now, “I slept like shit, really.” I pushed his arms out from around my waist, and slipped past him and into the room to find my clothes. Regardless of how I felt towards this infuriating man at the moment, we had a honeymoon to get to, and Bora Bora waits for no one. I was rummaging through my luggage when he finally appeared from the bathroom.

  “Are you seriously mad at me right now?”

  “I’m a little irritated, yeah. Not only did you ass out on me last night, but then I wake up, the morning after our wedding…alone.” Was I serious? Hell yeah I was serious.

  “Aston, I’m sorry. I wasn’t sure how long you’d be sleeping for, so I ran down to the gym real quick.”

  I turned around to face him once I had pulled on a pair of yoga pants and a tank top, “Sloan, its not that you went down to the gym, its that you didn’t even think to wake me up, or cuddle me, or well…anything. You just didn’t think about anyone but your damn self, that’s all.” I walked back into the bathroom to grab my dress, and a small smile touched my lips as I picked up the shredded fabric that was once my panties, and threw them in the wastebasket. As much as I wanted to stay agitated with him, this really wasn’t how I wanted to start our honeymoon off.

  Eight

  Sloan

  I knew she was going to be upset, but I had no idea that she was going to react the way that she was. It’s not like I didn’t want to wake her up when I woke up with a hard on like I’ve never experienced in my life, but I knew she had tossed and turned all night, so when I woke up and she was finally fast asleep, I just couldn’t bring myself to wake her. Now I was wishing I had done just that.

  “Baby, you almost ready to go?” I whispered into her ear as I pulled her into my chest. I let my lips hover over hers, her determination never waivered as she stood there forcing herself to ignore her own primal urges while I made mine known. I wasn’t trying to make her anger towards me somehow magically disappear, but if this would do the job, then it was definitely worth it.

  I just loved toying with her!

  I lowered my lips so that they were barely grazing the soft supple skin on her bottom lip that was now a bit pouty. As much as it was killing me to not just give in and suck her bottom lip into my mouth, I h
ad to teach her a lesson. A lesson I was hoping she wouldn’t soon forget. I was just about to pull away from my gorgeous wife, when her hand slid up the side of my neck slow and meticulously just before pushing her long deft fingers through the back of my hair, pulling my face down to hers. And I knew that I was done trying to fight the inevitable.

  Her lips captured mine, moving them slow and deliberately against my all too willing mouth. I slid my tongue across her bottom lip, and she instantly granted me access. Our tongues danced and intertwined with one another’s to the point that lil Sloan was making it evident that he wanted to come out and play. I gently placed my hands on both sides of her face as I continued to move my mouth at the same rhythm that she was. As our kissing quickly turned from slow and docile to passionately and fervently, my body ached to touch her…all of her…again.

  I tilted my head slightly to the left, and even though leaving her mouth was the last thing I wanted to do, my tongue had a few other ideas. I pulled her long, almost snow colored hair from her shoulders, exposing her gorgeous neck. My mouth watered as my pants became far beyond constricting, and I went in for the kill. I licked my lips before I began placing featherlike kisses up and down her overly sensitive skin, making sure to let my tongue graze just a few spots, before pulling back and lightly blowing on her skin. Her neck broke out in obvious goose bumps, along with the skin on her arm that I was now holding.

  Before she could protest, I quickly let my mouth fall back to the slightly wet skin on her neck. I sucked in, and bit down just enough on her skin to make her squirm. Making her squirm was one of my greatest pleasures in life. She let out a small moan as I lightly licked her earlobe before pulling it into my mouth. She tasted unbelievable, and it had me wanting to taste other parts of her. Without hesitation, I scooped her up around her waist, and then gently tossed her back onto the bed. A small laugh escaped from between those gorgeous lips, and I smiled at her in return, before lowering my head to her most needy spot on her body.