Haley & Bentley (Falling for Bentley #2.5) by Shawnte Borris Read Free Book Online Page A

said.
    My new brother-in-law Travis tapped my husband’s shoulder, “I don’t know how much more I can smile, man. My fucking cheeks hurt.”
    Whitney walked by and taunted him, “Suck it up, princess, it’s gonna be your turn again soon enough.”
    “Well, I’m hungry, and I want a damn drink.” He kept grumbling while Netty positioned us.
    “Last one, on the count of three smile. One…two…and three, there you go guys. Pictures are done.”
    “Thank God,” Travis uttered as he grabbed Whitney’s hand. Bentley and I laughed as he pulled Whitney along to the outdoor tent where the reception was taking place.
    Once everyone was gone, my husband pulled me into his arms, “Have I told you how absolutely stunning you look today?”
    I grabbed his vest. “You don’t look too bad yourself, Mr. Knight.”
    “I can’t wait to get you on our honeymoon, Mrs. Knight.”
    “I still can’t believe my dad paid for our whole honeymoon behind our backs, and upgraded everything.”
    “He didn’t exactly do it behind our backs; he asked me first.”
    “Why didn’t he come and ask me?”
    Bentley lifted an are-you-serious eyebrow. I laughed, already knowing the answer. “I love you,” I told him instead. I stood on my tippy toes, locked my arms behind his neck, and kissed him. Suddenly, we were blinded by the flash of a camera. “Last one, promise,” Netty said, putting her camera away.
    “Thanks, Netty, for being here today,” Bentley said shaking her hand.
    “You’re very welcome. I should have these all edited by the time you guys get back from Canada.”
    “I can’t wait to see them,” I said excitedly.
    “I got in some pretty awesome shots in today; I can’t wait to see them myself.” Picking up her camera bag she said, “I’ll give you guys a few minutes to yourself; I’ll meet you in the tent.”
    “Thanks again, Netty,” Bentley said again, walking me behind the red shed we painted a few summers ago.
    He pushed me against it and started kissing my neck, “I’m so happy we are married, Hales.”
    I wrapped my legs around his waist. “Me too.” He moved his hands under my dress and grabbed my ass.
    “You’re not wearing any panties.”
    “Nope,” I replied, grinding myself into him as I kissed his neck.
    “You’re wet.”
    “And you’re hard.”
    Bentley pulled one arm away and checked his watch, “How much time do you think we have?”
    “Five minutes, maybe six.” I answered knowing exactly what his thoughts were.
    “I can come in three,” he stated.
    “Oh God, me too.”
    I leaned back and braced my back against the shed while I slipped my hands to undo his button and zipper. As soon as they were open, his cock sprang free.
    “Hey, you aren’t wearing any underwear, either.”
    “I guess we both had the same idea,” he breathed into my hair as he plunged inside me.
    “Bentley…that feels so good.”
    “I want to go faster…and deeper.”
    “Then do it,” I cried out.
    “Sweetheart, I can’t, I don’t want your back all scratched up, or red paint rubbing onto your dress.”
    “Take me to the ground, and I’ll ride you.”
    Bentley laughed out loud.
    “I’m so horny. I can’t believe how much hornier this pregnancy is making me already.”
    Bentley almost dropped me, “What did you say?”
    I looked at him, wondering what in the world he was talking about.
    “You just said, ‘I can’t believe how much hornier this pregnancy is making me already.’”
    “I did?” I thought I said that in my head.
    “Hales, are we pregnant again?”
    “I wanted to tell you while we were on our honeymoon.”
    “This is way better,” he replied with a cocky grin.
    “Why?”
    “Because I’m balls deep inside you, and knowing we’re pregnant again makes today even fucking better than it already was.”
    Slowly putting me back on my feet, we fixed our attire and held hands as we made our way to the tent to join all the others.
    “What song were you playing when I was