Hope

Everything that happened after we left the cathedral played out in fast motions.

We drove in Killian's limousine to the makeshift dining hall reserved for family and a few friends who wined and dined.

We danced, toasts were made, and speeches were read. We ate. And after I'd smiled so much that my cheeks hurt, I decided it was time to return to our suite.

I'd left without Killian because I couldn't find him anywhere and when I'd asked Gwen she'd told me he'd left with his friend, Brad.

I climbed up the mahogany stairs alone to the Master Bedroom already furnished to taste with everything we would be needing.

I pulled my heels off and padded to the bathroom where I stood in front of the rectangular mirror and began to rid myself of all my accessories. The multiple bobby pins went off first. I worked a handful of pins free and detached the jeweled clasp, letting my hair cascade in soft waves down my back.

It took me about twenty minutes to get out of my wedding dress. When I could finally feel my own skin, I stepped into the shower and sighed as the warm water cascaded down my hair.

When I stepped into the bedroom after my bath, I was dismayed to still find it empty.

Ignoring the anxiousness pang growing in my gut, I heaved my suitcase onto the bed and picked out my button-up nighties.

Why the hell wasn't he back yet?

Ugh. Why did I even care?

I put my suitcase back down and lay on the bed, wishing for sleep but I just ended up staring at the ceiling.

My eyes fell on the clock on the bedside table and I saw that it was nine o'clock.

Should I perhaps call him?

No. I shook my head at that thought and turned over on the bed so that I was laying on my side. If I called I would look desperate, which I wasn't. And the last thing I wanted was for that bloke to think I gave two shits about him.

Hugging one of the pillows tight, I closed my eyes again, counting one to a hundred in my head and hoping that before I reached a hundred, I would doze off.

"Twenty-four..." I muttered out, tossing the blanket over myself as the room was rather too chilly.

"Forty-eight..." I muttered again and groaned out. This wasn't working. I reached for the nightstand. If I turned the bed lamp light off, it might help me fall asleep faster. I leaned forward, but just as I switched the lights off, a knock rang on the door, making me immediately switch it back on.

My brows pinched together. If it had been Killian he wouldn't need to knock, he mostly never did.

I sat up on the bed and spoke softly. "Who is there?"

"Hey, Hope. It's Brad!"

Brad?

I got out of bed and walked cautiously to the door. I stood there for a moment before opening it and what I saw made me blink. Once, twice, thrice.

It was Killian and he looked out of shape with his shirt ripped open and his tie hanging loosely around his neck.

Brad held him around the waist firmly like he'd fall if he let go.

"What happened?" I asked nervously, unsure of what to make of this sight.

"He had too much to drink."

"I only had a few shots," Killian muttered, smiling drunkenly at me. His eyes were hooded and unfocused. "I'm perfectly...mhm...Fine."

Leave it to Killian to get drunk on his wedding night. Typical. I narrowed my eyes. "I'll take it from here."

"You sure?" He stared up at his friend and furrowed his brows. "He's not an easy man to handle when drunk."

"I think I can manage."

"If you say so, but just know he's a handful and please ignore whatever he says to you tonight because trust me, he's going to say a lot of stupid things."

"No, I'm not." Killian drawled out, breaking himself away from Brad and clumsily stumbling forward.

"Jeez." I shot out my hands to hold him. He was warm and smelt like tequila.

"Hope..." He slurred, leaning forward and resting his head on my neck. "You...Mhm...You smell so good." He drew a deep breath. "I can't wait to drink you up tonight..."

Brad coughed out and my cheeks flushed crimson red.

"You should um, go inside now and get him in bed."

I cleared my throat and tried to smile away the awkwardness. "Yes, I will. Thank you once more."

"You're welcome." He handed me his jacket and walked away.

"Bye Brad." Killian cooed out drunkenly but he'd already gone too far down to hear him.

God, he was a mess.

I moved him away from my chest and placed one arm around his back, allowing him to lean on me properly. "Come on, let's get you inside."

I pushed the door open and we both staggered in. I somehow managed to lock it and shuffled us slowly towards the bed.

"Hope..." He murmured close to my ear, his hot alcohol breath tickling the side of my face and sending shivers through me. "Where are you taking me?"

"To the bed," I answered, trying to get us there without tipping over.

"My wife is taking me to bed." He chuckled drunkenly and I narrowed my eyes.

Thankfully we made it to the bed. "Alright big guy." I eased him off my shoulders and held him steady as he plopped down at the edge of the bed. "There you go."

"My head hurts." He groaned as I got on my knees to take his shoes and socks off.

"It'll hurt worse in the morning."

"Can you make...mhm....make the pain go away?"

"No." I got back on my feet and stood between his open legs as I pulled his tie off his neck.

His hooded eyes were on me, following my every move. "Hope?" He slurred out again.

"Yes, Killian."

"You're beautiful."

I paused and my throat tightened. No. I shook my head. He was just drunk and saying stupid things.

"Don't say things you don't mean, Killian."

He hiccupped and chuckled. "I do. I like your eyes they're mean and beautiful. I want to drown in them."

I swallowed, feeling my cheeks heat. No. I shook my head again and solely decided to ignore him as I shrugged off his shirt, leaving him bare with only his pants on. God, he was sweaty, ad touching him like this made my heart beat inappropriately.

I pulled back when I was done and heaved out a breath. "Lie down now and get some sleep, I'll ask room service to send up some Advil."

He shook his head and pushed his lip out in a pout. "Come to bed with me."

I sighed. "No, you should—" my words were cut off by the yelp that ripped its way out of my throat when he suddenly grabbed my hand and jerked me forward onto his lap.

"Killian!" My hand immediately went around his neck to steady myself from falling backward. "What the hell are you doing?!"

"Mhm...holding my wife..." He moaned, sneaking his hand around my waist and pulling me close, so close that my thighs nestled against his snug crotch.

"Let me up right this instance!" I protested, wriggling to get free but that only caused friction between our lower bodies, sending jolts up mine.

"Hope..." His words trailed off as he rested his head between my chest and for a moment I thought he had fallen asleep but he suddenly started chuckling.

God. This man was driving me crazy.

"Alright that's enough, let me go."

He shook his head again and I inhaled sharply when he slid his hands inside my top and pulled it up to reveal my soft stomach. He smiled at it and lowered his head down to kiss it. My sink instantly burned. "There's a baby in here, isn't there." He kissed me there again and moaned. "It's our baby. We're having a baby together....mhm...yours, mine. I never wanted a baby but I have one now..." He rested his face on my stomach. "I hope it's a boy. I want a boy. Girls are trouble."

My body shook with sensations I'd never felt before. How was I supposed to ignore him when he was talking like this? How was I to prevent this from getting to me?

"Killian..." My heart thudded so loudly in my chest that I was certain it was going to pop out. "Killian..." I called again and he lifted his head to look at me.

"Mmm?"

"It's time for bed," I stated, pushing lightly on his shoulders so I could break free but I couldn't move his body.

"Don't go."

I pulled back. "You're drunk."

"I want you." He found my top button and undid it. Fuck. "I need you. I need to feel you, to be inside you." He found the next button and popped it open, showcasing my cleavages.

No, no, no.

"This is wrong," I breathed, clutching my shirt closer. "You're not in the right state of mind."

"I am in the perfect state of mind." He dunked his head and his mouth instantly covered my right nipple from outside my shirt.

"Oh my God, Killian..." I grabbed his shoulders. Jesus Christ.

"You're...mhm..." he muttered between sucks. "So soft." He bit on it, pulling it harder. Fuck me. I arched on him, accidentally rocking his hard crotch. He groaned and pulled his mouth away. The area he'd sucked on was damp with his saliva. God help me, why was I finding it hot?

"So many...clothes." I hadn't expected it when he grabbed my shirt and ripped it practicality open, sending the buttons flying left, and right.

My heart lodged in my throat. Oh my God! This was my favorite pair.

"What'd you do that for!"

"I'm sorry." His mouth was on my nipple again. "I'll buy you a new pair." He suckled hard. "I'll buy you as much as you want." I arched my back when he freed one and went over to the next. "You're tits are so...mhm...red. They're sexy and seeing...mhhm... It is making me want to be reckless with you."

I closed my eyes. As much as I enjoyed the way he made me feel, this wasn't right and I had mentally had enough of this. "Killian." It took all my will to pull my nipple away from his mouth. "That's enough." It wasn't easy but I found a way to wriggle myself off him. "Let's get you into the shower, you need to cool off."

I couldn't do this, as much as that look in his heavy eyes tried to move me, I couldn't take advantage of him like this.

"I don't... I don't want to." He grumbled, falling flat on the bed.

"You will." I climbed the bed and placed my legs on both sides of him as I tried to lift him with his arm but he grabbed mine and yanked me down to the bed.

"Killian, what the—" one quick move and he was on top of me, sending me back to square one. God, he was hard-headed even when drunk. I placed my hand on his chest and tried to push him off but they grew weak the moment his lips crashed into mine.

I was transfixed, struck by a confusing mixture of jumbled emotions. "What are you doing..." I managed, trying not to give in to his want. "Killian what are you—"

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked me when he broke away.

"I-" He kept his eyes trained on me, waiting for an answer. I was tired. This wasn't how I'd ever envisioned spending my wedding night. I just wanted to go to bed and forget it all happened. "Yes," I told him. "Please stop and go to bed."

He was quiet for a moment, just staring at me, but then he released an exhausted breath and settled in the space next to me.

I was relieved but that feeling was instantly replaced with shivers when he circled his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to his chest. "Good night, Hope." He muttered and it felt like I had been shot in the chest by emotions that made no sense anymore

"Good Night, Killian." My lips trembled when I said those words because I knew now that when all this was over, I was going to be walking away with a broken heart.