"ARE you sure about this, Gideon?" I asked Gideon after he sat next to me.
We're here in his house in New York. Gideon told me he bought a house here the moment he came back from Africa.
We'd spent the weekend at my parents' house in Portland before we came back here to New York. We've talked about a lot of things that happened to us in the past six months that we're not together.
He'd told me about the people he met on his mission. I've told him about my work.
"I would ask you the same question, Bianca. Are you sure about this?" Gideon asked back.
I pursed my lips as I glanced at the diamond ring on my hand. There were two rings on my fingers. The one he gave me six months ago, and the engagement ring he slid on my finger the other day.
"I love you, Gideon." I looked at him and smiled. "And I'd marry you, anywhere at any time of the day."
While we were in Portland, we decided to get married when we got back to New York. Now, Gideon was asking me after calling the pastor that would officiate our wedding.
"I just worry about your mother." I pursed my lips. "I think she'll get mad when she finds out about this. Remember, she volunteered to organize our wedding before. She'll be upset when you tell her the news."
Gideon just smiled. "Don't worry, Bianca. We'll get married again when we go to LA."
Gideon told me that his parents had no idea that he was already back in the country.
My lips parted. "What?"
He captured my parted lips in a chaste, then he let go of me. "Of course, I'll intend to give you the grand wedding you deserve." Gideon licked his lips. "We'll just get married now but I can't wait any longer. I wanted to be called your husband again, sweetheart."
Hours later, we were standing in the middle of the Brooklyn Botanical Garden.
I was wearing a simple white dress with sheer sleeves while Gideon was looking dashing in his black suit. His long hair was tied in a man bun.
The whole place was solemn and magical. Even if we were the only ones here, everything was perfect for me.
Aside from the pastor in front of us, the only living witness we had with us were the birds flying around the place. Their soft chirping, together with the sound of the autumn leaves getting blown by the wind, serves as background music for us.
This was everything I could ask for.
"Bianca, will you take Gideon as your husband?"
I looked at Gideon and smiled before turning to the pastor in front of us.
"I do."
I remembered the first time Gideon and I wed. I wanted to cry in anger.
But now, my eyes were tearing up in happiness. My heart was hurting so good.
"Do you, Gideon, take Bianca as your wife?"
Gideon looked at me and smiled. His eyes never left mine as he uttered the word 'I do.'
"I already said my vow to you, sweetheart. But I'll repeat it again." He held my hand and stared right into me. His blue eyes were sparkling with happiness.
"I'll be forever grateful for having you in my life. After all the things I've done in the past, I still couldn't believe that I still deserve to be happy. Thank you for giving me a second chance. Thank you for giving me a reason to live. Thank you for the gift of your love." A tear fell from his eyes. But he managed to smile.
"In return, I promise to be a better man every day. I promise to be the man deserving for you. I promise to cherish everything that we have. I promise to love you forever…"
I inhaled a deep breath and smiled at him. I love this man so much. We've been through a lot together. My feelings for him were incomparable to what I've felt from all the men I had with before. Even with Charlie.
"I love you, Gideon," I said softly as I reached for his hand. "Thank you for being a better person. Thank you for coming back to me. I'll stay loyal to you. I'll be a good wife. I promise to love you every day. I promise in this world where everything changes, my love for you will stay constant. I promise you that, Gideon."
A tear dropped from my eye. Gideon was fast to wipe it off with his fingers.
"With the power vested in me… I pronounce you… husband and wife."
I arched my arms on Gideon's nape and smiled at him. "You're mine now, Mr. Gideon Henry."
Gideon smiled back. "You're mine again, Mrs. Henry. This time, no more running away. You're mine, forever."
"I'd like that," I whispered before I let him capture my lips in a kiss.
"G-Gideon…" I moaned softly as his lips descended down to my breast.
We were swimming on the beach when he suddenly kissed me and that kiss led us here… to our room.
"Hmm…" He murmured as his mouth covered my left peak. His hands were busy roaming around my body.
"Oh, damn. That's so good." My hands reached for his hair and pulled them hard when I felt his tongue flicker on my bud.
When I slightly opened my eyes, I saw my wet bikini on the floor. I didn't realize we were already both topless.
"Do you like it, Bianca?" he asked as his mouth continued to get lower and lower until I felt his wet tongue on my belly…
"Uh… huh." I only managed to give out a moan. My mind was already haywire. My whole being was covered in fire. When I thought that he was going to go down deeper, he suddenly stood up and attacked my lips.
Gideon explored every corner of my mouth. Every flick of his tongue was enough to send my whole body on fire.
I shut my eyes and kissed him back with the same intensity. From his hair, my hand traveled down south and explored every corner of his body.
My hand stayed on his chiseled chest before they moved down to his washboard abs.
Damn. Six months of doing labor work in Africa turned his body into a God's.
"Gideon…" I moaned in the middle of our heated kisses.
"Hmm?"
"Please… fuck me hard this time…" I pleaded, my hand digging hard into his hard back.
For the past days, he had been very gentle to me. It was like he was being careful not to hurt me.
But right now, I was craving something. I was craving the way he fucked me before. Wild. Hard. I didn't want to admit it, but I missed it.
I missed the monster Gideon in bed.
Gideon stopped. He looked me in the eye. His blue eyes filled with hesitation.
"Are you sure, Bianca?"
I licked my lower lip. "Yeah. I want it hard, Gideon." My voice was far from my normal voice. It was too sultry for me to recognize.
"Alright." Gideon held my face, then captured my lips in a sweet kiss.
Seconds later, his lips moved to my ear.
"Turn around, Bianca," Gideon whispered in my ears. His voice sounded so erotic I felt a pool of heat on my belly.
"Alright." Just like a kitten, I gladly obliged him.
Gideon held my hand and put them against the wall. Then he lustfully bit the shell of my ear.
In one swift mood, he already discarded my bikini bottom.
"Oh!" I gasped when I felt when he finally entered me from the back.
"Gideon!" I moaned louder as he hammered himself into mine, pushing me to the edge, and filling me up to the brim.
His move went faster and faster, harder and harder…
Gideon suddenly removed himself from me. Then he entered me back. Hard. Fast. Wild.
"Oh, Bianca…" he grunted behind me, his hands playing with my bouncing breast as he continued to slam me to the wall.
"I'm… close, Gideon," I moaned erotically when I felt something building up inside me.
Sweat was already dripping from my forehead. My heartbeat quickened. My whole body is on fire. My jaw clenched from something I wanted to reach.
"Come on, sweetheart. Come with me…" he muttered, his voice rough from grunting.
He slammed me harder than ever. Seconds later, something exploded inside me. Then the entire room got filled with our loud moans.
"I love you, Bianca…" Gideon whispered beside me an hour later. We were lying on the bed with our clothes on.
It was our third day here in Florida where Gideon and I went for our honeymoon.
"I love you, Gideon…" My hand reached for his jaw and planted a soft kiss on it. I felt the roughness of his stubble on my lips. I pursed my lips and looked at his face. "But I hope you're not tired yet. I want to go back to the beach…"
Gideon chuckled. "Me? Tired? Have you forgotten what I did the past six months?"
Wearing a new set of bikini, and board shorts for Gideon, we left our room and went back to the beach.
"Do you like it here?" Gideon asked when we entered one of the restaurants near the beach.
I looked around the place before my eyes went back to Gideon. "Yeah—"
"Gideon?"
Gideon and I turned to the woman who appeared in front of us. She looked familiar. My lips parted when I realized why. I've seen her before. At Il Fornaio.