บททั้งหมดของ Loving my fathers best friend : บทที่ 161 - บทที่ 170

AlexI woke up slowly the next morning, the soft mountain light filtering through the cabin windows, casting a warm glow across the bed. Bella was still asleep beside me, her hair spread across the pillow like dark silk, her face relaxed in a way I hadn’t seen in months. My chest tightened with a love so fierce it almost hurt. I lay there for long minutes, just staring at her the gentle rise and fall of her chest, the faint scar on her lower stomach that I had kissed so reverently the night before, the way her lips parted slightly in sleep. She was beautiful. Strong. Resilient. The woman who had walked through fire with me and come out the other side still fighting for us.I couldn’t believe she was mine. After everything the accident, the loss of Avery, the hospital scares with Amie, the distance we had both fought through she was here, in my arms, trusting me again. My heart swelled with gratitude. I had almost lost her. I had almost lost us. But we were here. Healing. Loving. Buil

BellaThe joy of wedding planning had become my quiet sanctuary in the weeks following our weekend getaway. Every detail we chose felt like a small act of defiance against the pain we had survived a way to say that love had won, that we were still here, still choosing each other. I woke up most mornings with a soft smile, my hand instinctively reaching for the engagement ring on my finger, the oval diamond catching the morning light like a promise. Alex had given me this not just the ring, but the future it represented. And for the first time in a long time, I allowed myself to feel truly excited about it.That particular morning, the house was filled with the gentle sounds of family life. Amie was in her bouncer in the living room, cooing happily as she played with a soft rattle. Emily was at the kitchen table, drawing colorful pictures of what she imagined our wedding would look like stick-figure brides and grooms, big hearts, and lots of flowers. Alex had left for the office earlie

BellaThe house was wonderfully quiet on the eve of our wedding. Alex had gone into the office for a few hours to wrap up some loose ends, Emily was at school, and little Amie was fast asleep in her nursery, her soft breathing coming through the baby monitor like the gentlest lullaby. I sat cross-legged on our bed, the afternoon light spilling across the comforter, with my journal open in my lap and a pen in my hand. Dr. Ramirez had suggested this exercise weeks ago writing letters from the heart as a way to honor the past, release what I carried, and step fully into tomorrow. Today felt like the perfect time.I took a deep breath, letting the stillness wrap around me. Tomorrow I would marry the man who had walked through fire with me. But before that, I needed to put my feelings on paper.My dearest Alex,I love you more than words can ever fully say. From the moment my heart shifted from seeing you as family to seeing you as my forever, you have been my strength, my safe place, and

Bella I was jolted awake by the mattress bouncing wildly beneath me. “Girl, get up! It’s your wedding day! It’s finally here!”Mia’s excited voice cut through the sleepy haze like sunlight bursting through curtains. I groaned, pulling the pillow over my face for half a second before reality hit me. Today. I was marrying Alex today.“Mia!” I laughed, sitting up as she threw her arms around me in a fierce hug. “You’re going to break the bed!”“Worth it! Come on, bride-to-be. The house is already chaos downstairs. Everyone’s here to make sure you have the most perfect day.”I rubbed my eyes and followed her downstairs in my pajamas, my heart already racing. The moment I reached the bottom of the stairs, the energy hit me. Our home had transformed overnight. People moved in every direction florists carrying arrangements of white roses and soft blush peonies, caterers setting up in the kitchen, decorators stringing lights across the backyard. The scent of fresh coffee and warm pastries mi

BellaMy body was still trembling from the last orgasm when Alex finally set the vibrator aside. I was a mess sweaty, shaking, my wrists still bound above my head and my legs held wide by the spreader bar. Every nerve felt alive, raw, and desperate. I looked up at him through half-lidded eyes, my voice barely a whisper.“Alex… please.”He chuckled, that low, wicked sound that always made my stomach flip. His eyes were dark with hunger and love as he stood and slowly stripped off his suit jacket, then his shirt, revealing the strong chest and shoulders I loved so much. His trousers followed, and when he finally freed himself, thick and hard, I whimpered at the sight.He climbed back onto the bed and rubbed the head of his cock along my soaked pussy, teasing my entrance before dragging it up to press firmly against my swollen clit. The sensation made my whole body jerk.“Baby, please,” I begged again, hips lifting as much as the restraints allowed. “Just put it in already.”With a deep