It was so nice to be able to have my mom, Aunt Kayla, and Sarah come with me to pick out my wedding dress. I'm certain Ben is going to love it; the question is am I going to make him cry when I walk down the aisle to him. After we found my dress we went to Giordano's for some pizza, which was delicious. Before I head back home though I find myself making a stop that I haven't made in quite some time.

"Hi Daddy," I tear up after I lay down the single white rose upon the stone that marks where my father was laid to rest, and sit down on the grass beside it, "I'm sorry it's been so long since I've come to visit, but I want you to know that there isn't a day that goes by that I don't think about you."

I swipe at the tears that fall from my eyes. I miss him so much and would do just about anything to have him back even if for just a day. I would love nothing more than for him to be back so that he would walk me down the aisle to the man that I love more than anything in this entire world, and for him to be able to meet his new grandchildren.

I rest my hand upon my abdomen, "You know Ben and I don't know if we are having boys or girls but I think we are going to have boys. We haven't discussed names yet, but I'm hoping that he will let me name one of them after you," I sniffle and wipe more tears from my cheeks.

"I'm not exactly sure how you feel about Ben. My guess is that you would have been protective like Momma was, but eventually, I think you would see that he loves me like you love her and would grow to love him like another son," I feel a gentle breeze and it feels like it is almost and answer to my question and smile.

"I just want to say thank you for the money you saved for me so that I could buy my beautiful dress, but more importantly for letting me know that you are always there watching over me from heaven. I just know that you were there today I could feel it," the setting sun peeks out from behind a cloud and shines down upon where I'm sitting.

"I love you, Daddy and I miss you so, so much," I kiss the palm of my hand and rest it upon my father's gravestone.

I take a deep cleansing breath and just take in a few moments of silence. I stand up next to the gravestone and look down at it.

"Bye Daddy. I'll come by again, soon."

By the time I open the door of the gatehouse I can't stand to wait for another second and tell Ben that I found a dress and tell him the exact opposite of what it looks like.

"Benny Boo, I'm home and I have wonderful news," I call out.

He not in the main room, so I go to check and see him he's in the kitchenette.

"Ben?"

Empty. I go over to the bathroom to see if it's occupied but it is empty as well.

"Huh. He must still be up at the mansion."

I really can't wait any longer to tell him, so I head over there to find him. When I walk into the living room it's empty, but I hear a clattering sound and muffled voices coming from one of the nearby rooms. I walk toward the noise.

"Ben? Are you here?" I call from the hallway off the living room.

I keep walking and come upon the first door of the hallway which is slightly ajar.

"8 ball, side pocket," I hear the clattering again and slowly open the door.

I smile. That was Ben. He must be playing pool with either Stefan or one of the other security guys.

"Well that's game," says an unfamiliar voice.

"Hi Ben."

"Ci, we were just playing some pool. What are you doing here?"

Before I can answer a man I have never seen before pipes up, "So this is the woman that you are constantly talking my ear off about."

"Ahh yes, Marty this is Ciara, my fiancée. Ciara, this is our newest security hire Marty."

Marty walks over to me and puts out his hand, "It's very nice to meet you and you should know that he is absolutely crazy about you."

I grab Marty's hand to shake, "Nice to meet you Marty. It works out pretty well then that I'm pretty crazy about him too," I nod my head in the direction of Ben, "I've heard nothing but good things about you so far."

"Well I suppose I should head home. Thanks for the game, Ben."

"Of course."

"Goodnight, Ben, Ciara," Marty nods his head.

Marty leaves and Ben places the pool cue on the table, before walking over to me and giving me a quick hug.

"What are you doing here, Babe?"

"I had to see you and tell you the good news," I rise up on my tiptoes to kiss his lips.

"Is that so? Well out with it."

"I found my dress and I think you're going to love it."

"That's awesome, Babe! I know that you aren't going to show it to me so, tell me what your favorite thing is about it."

I giggle, when I think of how I'm going to mislead him, "Poof. Lots and lots of poof," I see him swallow while he begins to scratch his neck, "but my favorite part of poof is the shoulders."

His eyes bug out, "Poofy shoulders, huh? Haha," he laughs, "you're messing with me."

I look at him slack-jawed, "What's wrong with poof?"

"I know you Ciara Alice, you might have a little poof in your dress but not lots. It was the poofy shoulders that gave you away. You're not going to tell me anything about it are you?"

"No, I'm not but I'll tell you this, my mom said that I looked stunning."

He pulls me against his muscular frame, "Well I already knew that…" he laughs, "come on let's head home you can tell me about your day today," he releases me from his embrace.

"You know my Uncle Steve kinda taught me how to play pool," I pick up the pool cue and gaze at it resting in my hands, "He was my dad's best friend, well besides my mom."

"Well that was nice of him. Why don't you and I play a round?"

"You want to play me, Ben Weston?" I look down at my feet then up at him through my eyelashes, "I'm not very good."

"All the better," he grins then squarely smacks me on the ass, "rack or break?"

"Rack I guess."

I gather all the balls and place them in the triangular rack in numerical order except for the 8 ball it goes dead center; it's my favorite way to organize them. I maneuver them to the starting position and remove the rack from around them.

"So, once you win what am I going to have to do?" I question I ask as I saunter over and stand next to him with my cue in hand.

"My bidding. I have a whole honey-do list of things I want to be done, babe."

"Bidding? Oh well," I shrug.

He positions the cue ball off to the right of center, then with his cue angles up and strikes it with his cue, spreading the pool balls every which way. He sinks two of the striped balls and one of the solids.

"Guess I'm taking stripes," he smiles.

He gazes at his options for shots, "So how many dresses did you try on today?", while leaning down to take his next shot.

"Umm…three."

He strikes and sinks the ball in the pocket, then looks for his next shot. When he finds it he leans down once again.

"Only three?" He bops the cue ball with his stick and sinks yet another ball.

"Yeah."

"I'm impressed. I would have thought you would have tried on a lot more than that."

He takes another shot but misses this time.

"Wanna hear something interesting?" I ask as I look over my options for shots on the table.

"Sure."

"The designers who make the dresses have different names for each of the dresses they make," I angle my arm left arm in front of me and rest my cue upon it as I lean down.

"What are you doing?" Ben shakes his head and scrunches his face in confusion.

"Playing pool," I state and strike my cue getting mostly table and a menial tap on the cue ball hitting none of my colored balls, "shoot," I pout.

Ben sighs deeply and his eyes bug out a bit, "You were saying about the designers naming their different dresses."

"Oh yeah, well get this one of the dresses I tried on was named…just take a guess."

He takes a shot from the corner and banks it into the opposite corner on the table, "I don't know. Ciara?" he shrugs then quickly positions himself to continue his turn.

"Nope," I pause; waiting until he begins to strike the cue ball, "Eve."

Predictably, he misses.

"Eve? Is that the name of the dress you chose?"

"Hell no! I don't what that woman nor her name anywhere near our wedding. It's my turn now, right?" I raise my brow in question.

"It is."

I look over my options and extend my angled arm out in front of me once more and then rest my cue on it once more.

"Here," Ben rests his cue stick against the wall and walks toward me, "why don't you try a different shooting stance once."

I smile. It's so sweet that he wants to help me. He comes up behind me running his hands down my sides stopping to rest them on my waist. Instantly my heart begins to race at his touch and my blood warms. Just this simple touch and he has me wanting him.

"Position your feet so they are a shoulder-width apart."

I do as he instructs.

"Now rest your left hand on top of the table and put your index finger on the top of the stick kinda curving it over the top and put your thumb at the bottom of the stick."

I position my fingers as he asks, "Like this?"

"Yep," he rests his hand atop mine and grabs the cue stick just above my right hand, "Now lean down to look at the right angle and take your shot."

Goosebumps break out over me when his hands come to rest by mine. He guides the cue stick with me to assist in sinking one of my colored balls.

"Oh my gosh! I got one!"

"Was that a little easier?"

"Much. I think I got this now."

I proceed to knock down all my remaining solid-colored balls, "Now I have to try and get the 8 ball in, right?" I raise my eyebrow again.

"You know damn well that's what you do next. Ciara Alice Brady you totally hustled me."

I line up my cue to take the shot and strike it against the cue ball while looking at him with a huge grin on my face, "I sure did, Ben Weston!" banking the 8 ball in the corner pocket, "So I guess that means you're going to be doing my bidding, baby."

He bites his lower lip and rolls his eyes, "I guess so. That was the wager. So, what bidding of yours will I be doing?"

"Hmmm…" I tap my finger against my chin feigning deep thought, "I think I got it."

I walk over to the door and pull it closed then lock it. I make my way back over to Ben then hop up to sit on the edge of the pool table, then bid him toward me with my index finger. He steps toward me and I wrap my arms around his neck before I brush my lips innocently over his.

I pull on his neck just a bit so I can bring my lips next to his ear and whisper, "I want you to fuck me on this pool table," then gently pull at his earlobe with my teeth.

He hisses in his next breath, "Fuck, Ci."

"Ben, I want you so much, and I want you to take me right here," I crush my lips against his and begin unbuttoning his shirt.

He pulls me closer against him and growls when I rake my nails down his chest once I finish unbuttoning his shirt.

"Damn, Ciara I want you too, but should we being doing this?" he nibbles at my neck, "I mean with the babies?"

I wrap my legs around his waist which better allows my core to rub against his growing erection. "Ben the last time we made love I was perfectly fine afterward," I place one of my hands on each side of his face and kiss him once more. I run my tongue along his teeth, and he darts his out to dance with mine. I swipe my tongue along the top of his, then gently pull on his bottom lip between my teeth, "and anyway I talked to Sarah today just to make sure, and she said I'm fine."

"You did? You're sure?"

I rest my forehead against his, "Mmmhmm."

"Then your bidding I shall do," he smiles and kisses me.

He bunches up the tunic I'm wearing then grabs the waistband of my capri leggings.

"Lift your hips," he requests his voice husky.

I lift them and he pulls the capris along with my panties down my legs in one swift motion, sending a shiver down my spine.

His mouth devours mine once more while his fingers dance along the flesh of my thigh, then caress the lips of my hungry sex. A tiny moan escapes me.

"Do you have any idea what your touch does to me Ben Weston?"

A deep rumble comes up from his belly, "I have a few notions but why don't you enlighten me," he tells me dipping two of his fingers into my folds.

I gasp at the feel of his fingers rubbing my folds, "You make me feel like my skin is sizzling, my heart feel like it's pounding out of my chest, and my blood feel like it's boiling in my veins. God Ben, you make me feel so alive; like I'm a livewire."

He nuzzles my neck and kisses his way up to my jaw, "And I make your pussy a sloppy wet mess," he comments as he plunges in another finger inside of me."

"Mmm. That too. Like I make you hard?" my hand travels down the front of his chiseled chest to cup his cock through his pants.

"Exactly like that. Lean back," he growls in my ear then grabs my feet and props them up on the edge of the pool table.

He kneels down on the floor and stares at me through my legs. His hands go to my waist and he eagerly moves my hips closer to the edge of the table. His left hand stays on my hip caressing the skin there while the other feathers down the inside of my thigh then sinks two of his fingers into my waiting heat. I whimper at the contact and watch as his thumb busily strokes my clit.

"Right now, I'm fucking you with my fingers," he thrusts the two fingers deep inside me and places a kiss on the inside of my thigh, "what do you want me to fuck you with next my dick or my tongue?"

"Ben," I pant, "I want you to suck on my clit. Baby, fuck me with your tongue," I beg as my inner muscles clench around his fingers.

"You're so tight babe and so wet," he kisses me further down my thigh, "I'm going to enjoy destroying your pussy with my tongue."

I pull on his hair, "Less talking Weston, get to the destroying."

"Yes, ma'am," he salutes before his head goes down upon my mound.

He hastily sucks on my clit creating a delicious zing of sensation to travel up my spine. His tongue flits back and forth over my clit lapping up my essence. His tongue darts in and out of my folds mimicking what I eventually want his dick to be doing.

"Oh Ben, that feels so good," I run my fingers through his hair and push his head more firmly against my center, "suck on my clit again. Please," I plead breathlessly.

And being the attentive lover that he is, quickly obliges my request. He sucks on the little bundle of nerves and then taps his tongue against it; alternating between sucking and tapping his tongue until my sex goes into spasms and sends me flying over the edge.

I scream out my pleasure while digging my nails in his scalp. He blows his breath against my clit and then licks on it. He blows his breath again and then licks it. I can feel my core tightening all over again and when he blows against my clit a third time I blow like a rocket, squirting him in the face. His hands come up to grasp my thighs from the top to spread my thighs apart, making me come even harder.

His head shoots up from between my legs, his master of the universe grin firmly in place. He swipes his thumb along the front of his chin and sucks it into his mouth, groaning loudly.

"Mmm Ci, you taste so sweet, baby," he stands and lifts my tunic a bit higher so he can brush kisses along my abdomen and then captures my lips with his.

I can taste myself on his lips and it's erotic, to say the least. It takes a while to come down from the massive high he sent me on. When my breathing has slowed he kisses my cheek, then my neck, and then a few more kisses down my torso before he goes back down between my thighs and slowly and tenderly laps up his reward from the incredible orgasms he gave me.

"Ben, that was absolutely amazing," I tell him when he stands tall.

"Are you ready for me to bury my cock inside of you?"

I spring up to a fully sitting position. My hands dart to his belt and make quick work of pushing down his pants. His shaft is firmly at attention and my hand can't help but wrap my hand around it.

"You're so hard Ben. You're going to make me come all over again, aren't you?"

"That's the plan baby," he brushes his lips against mine, "lay down," he whispers.

He takes my legs and places one on each of his shoulders. He reaches for my hand with one of his and leans down to kiss it, "I love you," he whispers as he slowly pushes his manhood into my ultra-sensitive flesh.

"Ooh Ben, I love you too. I love you so much."

He squeezes my hand as he slowly pulls back, then pushes back into my body. The slow but delicious friction of him pushing his cock into my body has my inner muscles tightening around him. Sweat breaks out across his brow from the effort I know he is using to restrain himself from going any harder. His brow furrows when I purposely squeeze my sex around him.

"Oh God Ciara, when you squeeze like that it makes you so tight. It feels…"

I squeeze more tightly around him and it sends him over the edge. His release is powerful and triggers mine gushing down my legs.

My body goes completely limp on the table.

"Amazing. It feels fucking amazing," I finish for him.

"It does babe. Absolutely amazing," he leans down to kiss me, "I love you so much."

He leans down to brush his lips against mine, then goes to pull up his pants, "We better get back to the gatehouse. I don't need to be caught here literally with my pants down," he grins.

I laugh, "Yeah we wouldn't want that. Hand me my leggings, please."

He leans down to grab them, then hands them to me. I put them on while he buttons up his shirt. I scoot down from the table, but my body feels weak from the amazing release that my man has given me.

"Benny Boo, I think you're going to have to carry me home. You're such an amazing lover that I'm too weak to get there," I pout.

He scoops me up into his arms and begins to walk toward the door, "Such an amazing lover, huh?"

"Mmmhmm," I lay my head against his chest after I unlock and push open the door for him, "absolutely amazing." chest after I unlock and push open the door for him, "absolutely amazing."