A light smile played on Breanne's lips as she watched all the different couples dancing to the slow song playing. She had always enjoyed slow dances with her husband. A pang of hurt struck her heartstrings as she once more noted to herself how she missed him so. Despite it having been over a year since his passing, nothing seemed to make the pain of her loss lessen. That is, until...

"May I have this dance?" a deep voice asked right next to her ear, and when she looked over Breanne found James standing there, a warm smile on his face as he extended his hand to her.

"I would love to," she replied with a smile, and accepting his hand she allowed him to help her up and lead her out onto the dance floor. As the music crooned around them, James led her in a slow dance, his gaze never leaving her as they moved around the floor. She was pleasantly surprised at what a good dancer he was, and how gracefully he moved.

"You move as nicely on the dance floor as you do in the bedroom," he commented quietly in her ear as his hand slid lower down her back, making her turn beet red.

"It's you who has the moves. I'm simply along for the ride," she replied cheekily, making him laugh heartily.

"Well, I'm not one to toot my own horn, but..."

"Toot toot," she finished for him, and they both laughed once more. As the song ended, she was about to pull away when an upbeat song started and he kept a firm hold on her.

"May I have this dance as well?" he asked, the twinkle in his eye making it impossible for her to say no.

"Of course," she said with a smile, and she squealed with laughter as he suddenly spun her around. "You're a good dancer!" she exclaimed as he twirled her around the dance floor, laughing when he suddenly dipped her.

"It's something I've learned over the years," he said with a smile as he straightened back up, when suddenly someone flung themselves at the two of them.

"This is so cute! I love you guys so much!" Annette gushed, squeezing James around the waist and pressing a big kiss to his cheek.

"I love you too, Annie," he chuckled, letting go of Breanne to hug her back.

"I'm so glad you both made it," she slurred as she let go of him and moved her embrace to Breanne. "You're my best friend, Bree."

"I was your maid of honor, of course I was going to be here," Breanne laughed, returning the embrace. "Looks like you've been drinking more than I realized."

"It's my big day, I'm allowed to have fun," Annette replied, giggling as she stumbled a bit. "Uncle Jim, isn't she the best?"

"Bree is pretty wonderful," James replied simply, smirking at the blush which came to Breanne's face.

"Why don't we go find your husband? I think it's about time to call it a night," Breanne commented, holding her friend up.

"But I don't want this all to end yet," Annette complained, a pout coming to her face.

"Everyone is going to be cleaning up, we have to be out of here soon. I'm sure we can find someone's hotel room to hang out in, though. Don't you think so, James?"

"You're welcome to come up to my room if you want to continue the festivities," he offered, the look on his face as he looked at Breanne again telling her he fully expected her to be apart of this.

"Ok, cool. I want Phil, then. Where's Phil?" Annette asked, looking around. "PHIL!" she yelled, starting to talk away.

"So I guess we are going up to your room?" Breanne asked, looking back at James.

"I was hoping to just have you back in my room, if I may be honest...but this could be fun, too," he replied, chuckling at her expression. "My room is 920, I guess I will head on up. Do you need help retrieving the blushing bride?"

"I think I can wrangle her up," Breanne said with a chuckle, and squeezed his arm before walking off to help Annette.

James had just finished removing his vest and jacket once more, and loosening up the collar of his shirt when there was a knock on his hotel room door. Walking over to it, he opened it, and was immediately greeted to Breanne launching herself at him, kicking the door shut as her lips found his. Catching her, he returned the kiss, cupping the back of her neck as he pulled her tight to him. Time seem to stand still as their mouths melded together, and their hands touched and caressed one another. Once they finally forced themselves to pull away, James said with a smirk, "Hi."

"Hi," she said sheepishly, her cheeks turning pink with blush.

"What was that?"

She shrugged. "You're a good kisser," Breanne replied, and with a laugh he pulled her back to him for another kiss, this time more soft and sensuous.

Just as they were about to get lost in one another, there was a loud knocking on the door, accompanied by Annette yelling, "Uncle Jim, let me in!"

"I guess I should get that," he laughed, and as he opened the door, Breanne walked over to where alcohol sat in his room.

"Bree, you beat me!" Annette exclaimed as she went over to her friend and hugged her tightly. "I jut love you so much."

"I love you too, Ann," Breanne chuckled as she hugged Annette back. "Phil, are you sure you want her to drink more? It might hinder you...you know...getting lucky."

"Right now, I just want to get on her level," Philip replied with a laugh, taking a drink of the beer in his hand. "James, are you sure you're okay with us taking over your room? A few people from the bridal party, and some family wanted to join us."

"As long as everyone leaves at the end of the night, I'm fine with it," James replied, and as Phil walked over to Annette, James leaned over and said quietly in Breanne's ear, "I can make an exception for you...if you'd like."

Looking up at him, she simply smirked and said as she grabbed his hand, "Come on, let's play some cards."

Over the span of the next few hours, more people filtered into the hotel room, until the space vibrated with music, laughs, and multiple people talking. In the corner of the room, the table there was surrounded by people playing a game of cards, one which James had been unfamiliar with. Beyond buzzed, Breanne boldly sat on his lap as she showed him how to play, the two of them making a team against everyone else. Under the table, James discreetly ran his hand along her thigh, going all the way down to her knee and alternating between going up her inner and outer thigh. In return, she on occasion wiggled in his lap, purposely pressing her ass into his groin. He at one point let out an almost silent muffled groan at her movements, which made her grin in return, the feeling of his arousal pressing into her letting her know she was getting to him. At one point, she left the room to change into a more comfortable outfit and to let down her hair, and with her gone he fought to will down the erection he had at that moment. What was she doing to him? Not even his ex made him react like this. With her...it was as if he were a teenage schoolboy all over again.

Sucked into the game, James failed to see someone walk up behind him, and gave a slight jump when he felt two small hands on his shoulders. Looking back, he smiled when he found Breanne standing there, smiling down at him. "How are we doing?" she asked, her arms circling around his neck as she rested her chin on his shoulder.

"Phil is now winning, but we are right behind him," James informed her, distracted by her fruity scent.

"I leave, and we start losing? I am disappointed," Breanne commented, fake upset by what he just told her.

"I never claimed to be good at this game," he chuckled, glancing over at her as she took the now open seat next to him. Looking back at him, she gave him a discreet wink before bringing her attention back to the game before them.

It was not much longer before everyone started to trickle back out of the hotel room, until it was just James, Breanne, Annette and Philip. "What time is it?" Annette asked, looking as though she were about to fall asleep at any moment.

James checked his watch. "Nearly three in the morning."

"I think I need to go to sleep," she grumbled, and leaned into Philip's hold.

"We both should, dear," Philip added, giving her a squeeze. "Thank you again for letting us do this, and just for everything. You really made our special day that much more memorable."

James smiled at this. "It was my pleasure, anything for Annie," he replied, and they all stood up. "Do you need help getting her up to your suite?"

"No, I have her," Philip said as he lifted her up. "We will see you both tomorrow."

"Night you two," James replied, and both he and Breanne watched him carry her down the hall to the elevator, where they disappeared inside. Looking down at Breanne, he asked, "And what do you plan to do?"

"I was hoping to stay..for a little while, anyway...if that's alright..." she commented shyly. Smiling at her, James took her hand in his and gently pulled her back into the room, locking the door behind them. "Would you like some help cleaning up?" she asked, looking around at the mess surrounding them.

"I'm not so worried about that at this particular moment. I have other things in mind," he stated, his warm hands caressing her midsection.

Her heart beating wildly at his touch, Breanne asked, "And what would that be?"

Slowly pushing the sweatshirt she had on higher up her torso, he replied, "Seeing what you're hiding under these clothes." She blushed deeply at this, and for a moment her breath caught in her throat when he swiftly pulled it up and over her head. He then quickly pushed her sweatpants down, Breanne kicking them idly off to the side once they were far enough down, and he was pleasantly surprised to find she had nothing on beneath these two items of clothing. "Fuck, Bree," he rasped, taking in her gorgeous curves, and taking her by surprise he lifted her up in his strong arms, carrying her over to the bed where he carefully laid her down.

He went to lean down to kiss her, when she gently stopped him. She shook her head, and commented, "One of us is far too overdressed."

James smirked at this, and looked down at her hands as she unbuttoned his shirt. Once the last button was undone, he shrugged out of it, and chuckled when she quickly started pulling at his undershirt as well. Once his torso was bared, her hands immediately went to the waistband of his pants, and once undone he stood up to dispose of his bottoms, leaving him just as nude as she. Breanne lightly bit her lip when she finally saw his strong form, and looking back up at his face she held her arms out to him, beckoning him to rejoin her. Needing no further encouragement, James moved back onto the bed, crawling his way up her, and finally kissed those sweet lips once more, settling between her thighs as he did so. They both felt as if they were on fire, their skin burning from the touch of the other as their hands and lips explored foreign territory. Wanting to take his time and savor her, James leisurely ran his hands over her soft skin, his lips following their path as they moved down her body. Breanne's breathing grew shallow as he moved lower down her body, and gently pushed her thighs further apart once he was level with her most feminine area. Breathing in her intoxicating scent, he covered her inner thighs with kisses, growing close to their juncture but never touching that special place. When she quietly whimpered, he looked up at her. "Is there something you're wanting?" he asked innocently, stroking her outer thighs with his hands.

She once more bit her lip, feeling exposed under his intense gaze, before finally getting out, "I want your mouth on me."

"Mm, do you now?" he murmured, and before she could reply he leaned back down and covered her mound with his mouth, his tongue darting out to give her clit a long stroke. Moaning loudly, her thighs closed around his head as her fingers attempted to grasp at his short hair. Her breathing grew ragged, and her entire body trembled as he gave her pleasure she forgot was possible. Draping her thighs over his shoulders, he pulled her closer yet to him, groaning as he lapped at her folds and bundle of nerves. She tasted so sweet, so pure, and so damn addicting. He found he could not drink in her essence quick enough, his rapid assault making her spiral higher and higher. When he looked up at her, he saw she was biting her lip hard, trying to keep quiet. "Look at me," he growled, and when she made eye contact with her, he added, "I want to hear you."

She was about to say something, when he went right back to his delicious assault, making her eyes roll back and a loud moan escape her parted lips. "God, James, please don't stop," she begged, so very close to toppling over the edge. When he suddenly thrusted a thick finger inside her, curling up into that sweet spot, she immediately fell into an abyss of ecstasy, crying out his name as she shook and twitched with each wave of pleasure.

He held her waist tight, watching her as she reached her climax and completely taken back by how beautiful she looked in that moment. In the heat of their earlier escapade, he had not stopped to pay attention to the small details of her, but he was grateful he had done so this time, for before him laid the most perfect angel he had ever witnessed.

As Breanne came back down to reality, she discovered James was no longer between her thighs, but stretched out alongside her, simply watching her. "Why didn't I meet you sooner?" she sighed, making him laugh, and pulled him down to her for a kiss. Tasting herself on his lips, her blood boiled with want, and with a strength he would have never guessed could come from such a tiny woman, she rolled him over onto his back, straddling his waist and nipping at his lips as her hands ran along his broad chest. "My turn," she purred in his ear, and bit his earlobe before kissing his neck, slowly making her way down his body. His eyes drifted shut at the feel of her lips on his skin, and couldn't stop the groan which rumbled deep in his chest when her tongue found his nipple. She teased both small buds, pulling a sigh and another groan from him, before continuing to travel further south down his body. His breath faltered when her lips stopped just above the base of his cock, anticipating her next move, and he finally let it out in a breathy moan when her warm tongue began to explore his length.

"Bree," he groaned when her lips closed around his swollen head, and let out a louder moan as she began to bob up and down on him. His hand tangled in her hair, he watched her as she made love to him with her mouth, his hips arching up into her strokes. Her mouth was so hot and wet, and she had just the right amount of suction on him... "Stop...I'm going...to..." he panted, weakly attempting to push her up, but she was not budging, and when she took him all the way into her throat, he could not stop the loud moan of pleasure which escaped his lips, or the powerful climax which exploded through his entire being. Softly moaning, she drank in all the cream he gave her, letting him fall from her lips with a soft 'plop' once she had cleaned him off, and with a smug expression she crawled up him. When he opened his eyes, and found her leaned over him with an innocent little smile, he immediately pulled her down to him, and in the blink of an eye rolled them over to where he was above her as he kissed her deeply, his tongue reaching out to caress hers. She was brought back by how quickly he became hard again, and reached down to stroke him.

"I want this again," she whispered in his ear, and moaned softly when he moved her hand away to rub his cock against her clit.

"Is that was you want?" he asked, and she nodded, trying to pull her hands free to touch him but not getting anywhere with it. He had a firm grip on her wrists, and pinning them down with one hand he used his free hand to position himself outside of her. She gave a small gasp when the head of his cock slipped into her, and followed it with a long sigh as he eased into her.

"Fuck, you feel so good," she whispered, desperately wanting to touch him but allowing him to keep control over her.

"God, you feel good too," he gasped, moving slow in an attempt to make this moment last. With his free hand he stroked the side of her body, going all the way up to her armpit and then down her leg, before finally cupping her breast. She whimpered slightly as he both teased her nipple and pressed into her clit, both sensations making her entire body tingle.

"Faster...please..." she begged, looking up at him with those big doe eyes.

"I want to make this last. It...it'll be quick if I do that," he admitted, slightly embarrassed by this confession. Despite it having been merely hours since their first time together, she had him so incredibly turned on that he felt as though he could lose it at any second.

"James, you can have me as many times as you want, just please..." she once more begged, and let out a cry of both approval and surprise when he quickly sped up his pace, wrapping his free hand around her throat at the same time.

"Too much?" he asked, not wanting to do anything she was uncomfortable with.

"No, no, please keep going...just like that..." she quickly replied, arching her back and biting her lip when his strokes grew deeper and his grip on her neck grew just a bit tighter. With the way he was grinding into her clit, she knew she was going to be just as quick as he.

Higher his pleasure rose with each thrust, her body caressing his in ways he had forgot were possible, until he was teetering on the edge of bliss. "I'm going to cum," he panted, and attempted to pull out of her, when she kept her legs wrapped tightly around him.

Her eyes locking with his, she pleaded in a whisper, "Cum in me...please..."

Hearing her say this was his undoing, and letting out a loud moan he buried himself in her one final time before falling apart. When he felt her body tremble, and heard her cry out his name, he knew she had joined him over the edge, and finally let go of both her wrists and neck, his own body trembling from the power of his orgasm. Gently she pulled him down, and accepted his weight as he collapsed onto her. Holding him in her arms, she nuzzled and kissed him sweetly,enjoying the feel of his chest hair against her breasts and the way his warm breath puffed out onto her neck and shoulder. "Fuck," he finally got out, letting out a small groan as he carefully pulled out of her and rolled over onto his back.

Breanne looked over at him with a small smirk on her face. "That good?" she inquired.

"Mmm," he mumbled, making her laugh. "That was one of the best orgasms I have had in a long time," he admitted, looking over at her.

"Same here," she sighed simply, looking back up at the ceiling. As she did so, he found himself studying her, taking in all the artwork on her body and how she glistened with sweat. When she looked back over at him, she smiled when she was greeted to his gaze. "What?" she asked, feeling slightly vulnerable under his intense stare.

"Just admiring your beauty," he replied, enjoying the flush of pink which came to her face.

"Are...are you a cuddler after sex?" she asked shyly, and he responded by pulling her to him, wrapping her up in his strong arms as they took in the events which had just conspired. Tucking a leg between his, she wrapped am arm around his midsection, holding tight to him as if he would disappear if she let go.

"Tell me the stories behind some of these," he murmured, outlining one of the tattoos on her arm, and she did as he requested, until they fell asleep intertwined.

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It seemed as though she had just fallen asleep, when Breanne found herself being woke from her slumber. As she came back to reality, she noticed she was pressed intimately into a clearly male form. "Tom?" she mumbled, stroking his chest. "Tom, is it really you?" she added as she grew more awake, her heart fluttering, but as her vision focused she was brought crashing back down when she saw it was not her husband, and realized his death was still in fact a reality. She could not help but to smile at how cute James looked sleeping, admiring how his long eyelashes brushed his cheeks, but her eyes burned with emotion as her mind was once more brought to her deceased husband. Gently pulling away, she sat up, and moving to the edge of the bed, she went to get up, but instead began to silently break down.

When James felt Breanne move away, this made him begin to wake as well, and weakly he reached for her, still half asleep. However, when he heard her sniffles, this quickly woke him up, and looking over he saw her sitting on the edge of the bed, her back to him as her body shook with tears. Sitting up, he gently touched her shoulder, making her jump. "It's just me," he reassured her, and she fought hard to stop her tears. "What's wrong?" he asked, softly stroking her arm. When she shook her head, he began to think the worse. "Breanne, if I forced you into anything..."

Breanne shook her head harder at this, and finally regaining some control, she turned to face him. "James, it's not you," she reassured him. With a weak smile, she added, "You were incredible."

Simply nodding, he asked softly, "Would you like to talk about what brought on these tears?" When she hesitated, he added, "If you don't want to-"

"I thought you were my husband," she blurted out, making him stop. When he remained silent, she continued, "I woke up, and it's obviously been a very long time since I woke up in bed with a man. My mind automatically went to it being Tom, and for a brief moment...I thought..."

"He was still here," James finished, and tears once more coming to her eyes she nodded. "Hey, come here," he murmured, pulling her into his arms and cradling her to his chest. Despite knowing she lost her husband, he forgot the pain they were trying to heal from was in ways very much different, this being an example of that.

"I'm sorry, James," she sniffled, holding onto him as she tried to prevent herself from completely breaking down.

"Shh, don't apologize," he whispered, softly rocking her as he stroked her hair. "If this is what you need, then let it out. I've got you, I'm right here."

At this, she could no longer stop herself from crying freely into his chest, partially embarrassed for breaking down in front of someone she barely knew, but at this point no longer being able to make herself stop. As she let out all the pain of losing her husband she was never truly able to release, James simply continued to hold her tightly, whispering his reassurance of being there for her, until finally she could no longer cry, and was left a shivering tear-stained mess in his arms. Reaching over, James grabbed a tissue from the nightstand, and offered it to her. Breanne graciously accepted this, and could not help but to giggle when he helped her blow her nose. "Now you're just acting like my dad," she commented once she was done, making him laugh. Growing serious, she looked up at him and added, "Thank you."

"For what?"

"Letting me lost my shit in front of you," she said with a slight laugh, but once more growing serious added, "I've never really grieved him leaving. Life hasn't given me the chance, so I guess I needed that. I hope this didn't make things too awkward."

"Heavens, no," he reassured her. "You're human, you can't help when emotions decide to get the better of you. I just hope this helped you." She simply smiled, and nodded. "Would you like to get a couple more hours of sleep with me?" he asked, a hint of hopefulness in his tone, and she found herself unable to deny him.

"I'd love to," she replied, and lying back he brought her back into his arms, his embrace making her feel secure and safe.

"May I ask what happened to your husband?" James asked after a moment of silence. "If you don't mind my asking, that is."

"No, it's okay. He was hit by a drunk driver on his way home from work one afternoon," she informed James, the memories of that day coming back to her mind as if it happened just yesterday. "I was about to leave our house, when the sheriff pulled into our driveway. We were friends with him, so it wasn't uncommon for him to stop by. When he got out of his car...I just had this feeling something wasn't right. He asked me if I had heard from Tom, and when I said no that's when he told me there had been an accident with a fatality, and he thought Tom was involved...about an hour later, I was identifying his body at the hospital. He died on impact, so I try to find solace in the fact he didn't suffer."

"I am so sorry you had to endure that," James commented, his heart going out to the young girl in his arms.

She peeked up at him. "Thank you. You've been so kind and understanding, I don't know why your ex would leave you."

"I left her."

"Oh," Breanne said simply, regretting making the comment. "I'm sorry for bringing it up."

"It's okay, it's for the best. I don't want to be with someone who can't remain faithful to me," he replied, a hint of bitterness in his tone.

Getting up on her elbow, she looked down at him, and stroked his cheek as she stated, "It sounds like we both have some healing to do."

Not saying anything, he simply pulled her down to him for a kiss, and rested her head on his chest, both of them quickly drifting back to sleep.