Bleeding Edge: Elliot Security (Elliot Security Series Book 2) by Evie Mitchell (short story to read .txt) 📗

We both chuckled.

“Italy.”

“Not France?”

I pressed my lips together, hiding my smile. “I thought you didn’t like Paris?”

“God, no. But we can go to my mother’s family in the south. I want to show you the beauty of provincial France. I want to drink champagne from your breasts.”

A quiver of desire lit in me. “We could do that.”

“Six months. We’re taking six months as our honeymoon.”

I tilted my head back. “I’m not sure my boss will let me.”

He laughed. “Only if you ask nicely.”

“Oh?” I ran a hand down his front, dipping it into his boxer shorts. “Like this?”

He groaned as my fingers tightened around his cock.

“Maybe,” he grunted. “Jesus, I’m hard again.”

I huffed out a laugh. “I won’t hold it against you.”

“I will.” His hips jerked in my hand, pushing him closer.

“Luc?” I asked, still stroking.

“Mm?” His eyes were closed.

“I love you.”

His eyelids lifted, his beautiful blue eyes staring directly at me. He reached down, pulling my hand away, twining our fingers together. “I love you too.”

“I know.”

Epilogue

Luc

I didn’t want to point it out, but one couldn’t argue with the truth. My wife was hot. I was a thousand percent sure on a regular day, she had to be the sexiest thing I’d ever laid eyes on. But today?

I’m about to lose my mind.

She was on the dance floor with her girls, laughing as she shimmied in her wedding dress. A frothy thing, I couldn’t wait to strip it from her later that night. She caught my eye, sending me an air kiss.

That, ladies and gentlemen, is my absolutely, stunningly gorgeous wife. God, I’m a lucky bastard.

Pax handed me a bottle, tipping the neck of his towards the dance floor.

“You did good. Lucky bastard.”

I chuckled at how closely he echoed my thoughts. “Don’t tell her. She’s convinced I’m a catch.”

Jetta popped up beside Pax, wrapping an arm around his middle. “What you two talking ’bout?”

“How lucky we are,” Pax said, dropping a kiss on her cheek.

“Glad you both know it.” She reached out, squeezing my forearm. “Congrats, Luc. I’m thrilled for you two. Now, excuse me. I’m getting my dance on!”

She headed to the floor, joining the fray. There were screams from the girls as they welcomed her. She made a beeline for Emmie, whispering something in her ear. Emmie turned to look at me. I winked, causing her to throw back her head, laughing.

I wanted to join her, taste the laughter on her lips, whisper naughty promises in her ear just to make her blush.

But first, I had a promise to keep.

I nodded at the lead guitarist. He gave me a head lift, wrapping up the song.

“Ladies and gentleman,” called the lead, “the groom!”

I climbed on the small stage, accepting the acoustic guitar and perching on a bar chair they positioned for me. All eyes came to me, but I only cared about the woman with the prettiest green pair I’d ever seen.

“Keys, in the last year life has thrown more shit at you than even I know how to deal with.”

The crowd chuckled.

“I’ve watched you work to recover from a bullet. I’ve watched you battle pain to regain your life. I’ve watched you deal with mental demons and slay every single one. No matter what happens, you battle on, and I’ve never been prouder. Emmie, a year ago I made you a promise. I love you, beautiful, and I’ve never been happier to deliver. Here’s to you, wife.”

I played the opening chords to One Direction’s Little Things, winking at Emmie as I crooned the opening lines into the microphone. Her heart in her eyes, her joy burst out as she doubled over laughing. The cheers drowned out my first line, but she caught it. Propelled forward by laughing, cat-calling wedding guests, she ended up right in front as I transitioned from one song to another in a mash-up that told the tale of my love for this amazing woman.

As her laughter turned to happy tears, I sang to her about being beautiful, about how I needed her, how she lit up my life, about the little things I loved about her, how I would carry her through the dark, finishing with the promise that I would never need anything but her. As the final note died out, I swung the guitar behind me, jumped down from the stage and pulled her into my arms.

She pressed her face against my chest, her shoulders shaking as she cried happy tears.

“Don’t cry, baby,” I whispered into her ear as the crowd cheered behind us.

“I never thought my life could be so full,” she admitted, turning her gorgeous face to me. “My heart doesn’t know what to do with this much love.”

I grinned. “I have a few ideas.”

She laughed, pulling my head down, letting me taste the joy on her lips.

She tasted like the best kind of promise.

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Thank you so much for reading Bleeding Edge. I hope you loved it as much as I loved writing Luc and Emmie’s story.

My next Elliot Security Book will be Courtney’s story Knife Edge

Coming in late-2021.

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