BIG MAN'S WIFE

by Penny Wylder

“Yeah, she's downstairs. Why?”

  “Just making sure,” I answer nervously. “I'm ready.”

  “Good,” Melody says. “Now let's make you a Jamison.”

  I follow them downstairs, holding up my dress the best I can. I love my dress. I found it on the first day I went looking. I spotted it in the window, and I knew it was the one.

  Champagne colored with a sparkling floral design that traces the hem, it hugs my body and curves perfectly. A small train extends off the back, and the bodice is multiple layers of silk that create a cross pattern. The heart shaped top shows a little bit of cleavage, not too much, just enough to give Ryder a peek. The back is open across my shoulders, and the laced up corset top creates more curve to my hips.

  Our wedding is small. We're having it at the farm. The ceremony is in the field, and the reception is going to be in the barn. I did decide in the end to invite my parents, but neither one responded back.

  I'm at least hoping my mother shows up, but if she doesn't, I know it's only because Troy won't allow her to. All I can do is wish she finds the strength to tell him to fuck off, that her only daughter is getting married, and she's coming if he likes it or not.

  Except, I know my mother isn't strong enough to stand up to the man who holds her livelihood in his hands. If she goes against him, he'll punish her for it. He'll take her credit cards away, maybe even remove her name from the bank account.

  She won't give all that up for me.

  The music is playing, and the bridesmaids start to walk down the aisle. I peek around the corner and look at the tiny cluster of chairs still hanging on to the hope that my mother might be here.

  Glancing over the faces, she's not.

  Saddened, I try to understand. I know she could never stomach being sent back to this level. And that's okay. I don't hate her for it. I wish she was stronger, but in the end, it doesn't change the happiness that waits for me.

  Her weakness has turned into my strength. My strength to realize that I don't need material things to be happy. The strength to choose love over status.

  I won't let her absence ruin my day. Today is not about my mother or my step-father.

  Today is about us.

  The music changes, signaling it's my turn. I step out around the corner, smiling instantly. I can't stop it. My lips curl high and my cheeks flush as I lay eyes on the sexiest man on earth.

  Ryder is at the altar, flawless and perfect. He's dressed in a coal black suit with a bright red tie. A red rose is pinned to his breast pocket, and his hair is tousled to perfection.

  Our eyes connect. His glisten in happiness, and he grins from ear to ear as I make my way down to him. Holding out his hand, he pulls me in. The look in his eyes says he wants to kiss me right this very second, but he doesn't, he maintains control.

  He braids our fingers together as the guests sit back down, and the justice of the peace begins the ceremony. I can hear her voice, but it sounds far away. I can't focus on anything but Ryder.

  She finishes a really sweet speech about finding love and what it means to give your heart to someone else. Glancing between us, she asks, “Ryder, do you take Jenna to be your wife?”

  “I do,” he says, slipping the band over my finger.

  “And do you Jenna, take Ryder to be your husband?”

  “I do,” I answer eagerly, slipping his band over his finger.

  “By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”

  Ryder licks his lips as his smile broadens and he wraps an arm around my waist. I'm about to go in for the kiss, when he dips me hard. Swinging me around, he crushes his lips against mine, and kisses me.

  Our friends and family all begin to cheer and clap as Ryder and I walk back up the aisle. We take some pictures out in the gardens, and then head into the barn for the reception.

  It all seems to happen so fast. We dance, we eat, we dance some more. Everyone is having a great time, and that makes me so happy. From the corner of my eye, Tara is waving me over with a quick hand.

  Kissing Ryder on the cheek, I say, “I'll be right back.” Hurrying over to Tara, I ask, “Did you get it?”

  “Yeah, I put in the upstairs bathroom. You want me to come with you?”

  “No, that's all right. Can you just send Ryder inside for me in like fifteen minutes?”

  “You really think—”

  “No, no, I don't think so. I'm sure it'll be fine. But just in case, tell him I need his help for a minute. If it's nothing, I'll at least be able to grab a few minutes alone with him.” Lifting the front of my dress, I head into the house, doing my best to navigate the tight hall to the bathroom.

  Opening the cabinets, I shuffle through the drawers, and under the sink. Checking the closet, I eventually find the small plastic bag tucked in my makeup bag. I haven't touched that bag in months, so it's funny to me my friend from the city would think to put it there.

  I should have known.

  Tugging up my dress, it's even harder to navigate the toilet, but I get it done. It's a stupid test, but it'll ease my nerves a little bit. Ryder and I haven't exactly been cautious, but we've been together for over six months and nothing has happened yet.

  The only reason I even want to take a pregnancy test is because I haven't felt like myself the past few days. Throwing up daily isn't normal for me but getting married causes your nerves to run wild, too.

  This is just to ease my nerves.

  If it comes back negative, there's no reason to think my upset stomach is anything other than being crazy nervous. If it's positive, then Ryder and I have a few things to think about. Our plans will have to change a little, but it will be worth it.

  Tapping my nails against the sink, I pace back and forth in front of the mirror. I'm nervous, more nervous right now than I was before the ceremony. Nibbling on the tip of my nail, I can't sit still.

  My pulse is beating rapidly, sending a cold chill down my spine. I'm breathing fast, only able to inhale short gulps of air. I have no idea how long it's been. The box says to wait three minutes, but time feels like it's going by so damn slow.

  Screw it. I'm looking anyway.

  Snatching the plastic strip off the back of the toilet, I hold it in my hands and close my eyes. I want to look, but something is stopping me.

  Fear. Uncertainty. Excitement. It all flows through me in a matter of seconds. If it's positive, how do I know I'll be a good mother? If it's positive, how do I know I'll be able to give a child everything they might need?

  If it's negative, will the disappointment crush me, or will it make me breathe a sigh of relief?

  I won't know until I get the answer.

  Cautiously, I open my eyes, keeping them on the ceiling. The plastic strip is tightly perched between my fingertips, and already I can feel my hand shaking.

  Exhaling an audible breath, I count to three.

  One, two, three. . .

  Two lines.

  I'm smiling instantly. All the doubting thoughts I had vanish, and I'm filled with nothing but happiness. It's a happiness I've never felt before. An instant love. A love that's so strong, so intense, so real, I can feel it as it seeps from my heart and fills my soul.

  Sitting down on the toilet, I start to cry. Resting my hand on my stomach, I whisper. “Welcome to the world.”

  There's a soft knock on the door, causing me to sniffle and clear my throat. “Yeah?” I ask.

  “Jenna, you all right?” Ryder asks. “Can I come in?”

  “Yeah, you can come in.”

  He opens the door and pokes his head in first. “Tara said you were looking for me. Are you okay? Why are you crying?” He squeezes through the small opening he made, closing the door behind him.

  Grabbing some toilet paper, I wipe my eyes. I can't find the words to tell him we're having a baby.

  Concern falls over his face as he walks over to me and drops down to the floor so we're at eye level. Running his thumb under my eyes, he tilts his head. “
Baby, what's wrong? You're not having second thoughts about getting married, are you?”

  Shaking my head no, I smile. “No, that's not it at all. I'm happy, Ryder, I'm really, really happy to be your wife.”

  “What is it then?” His voice is quiet and gentle as he runs his fingertips over the curve of my jaw. “What's wrong?”

  Looking down at my hands, I'm spinning the test strip around and around. His eyes follow mine, and he quirks a brow.

  “What is that?” he asks.

  Handing it to him, he takes it and looks it over. His eyes squint, and I know he's trying to figure out what it is. But it doesn't take long for the realization to set in.

  “Is this. . .” His voice trails off as his gaze shifts back to mine.

  Nodding, I say, “We're having a baby.”

  “Are you serious?”

  Shaking my head again, the tears return as I smile. “Yes. I'm pregnant.”

  Ryder grins, his eyes moving back to the test. “Oh my God, this is amazing.” He runs a hand through his hair as his excitement takes over. “Jenna, this is incredible! I'm going to be a father, we're going to be parents!”

  I nod as he speaks. Grabbing my hands, he lifts me off the toilet and pulls me into a strong hug.

  “This is amazing, I can't believe it.” Scooping my face in his hands, he kisses me. “I wasn't able to keep my hands off you before, and now, now you're in trouble.”

  “What?” I ask giggling.

  “You're carrying our baby. Do you know how fucking sexy that is?” His hands glide down my exposed back, barely touching me.

  But I can feel him. I can feel his fingertips as they slip over my spine. I can feel them as they glide back up, tracing my shoulder. He's so light his touch is like butterfly kisses. Goosebumps shoot up all over my body as he moves his left hand over my collarbone and under my chin.

  His touch gets more possessive as he growls against my lips and captures my throat in his hand. Tipping my head back, he paints my skin with his tongue as he whispers.

  “This is everything I've ever wanted. I've wanted you for so long, and now I'm never letting go.” His hand slips down between my breasts, coming to a stop on my belly. “And now you're carrying our child. Our baby is in here, there's nothing more I could ever ask for.”

  Moaning, my head rolls on my shoulders as his mouth moves to the other side of my neck. He nips at my skin, running the sharp edges of his teeth across my shoulder.

  “The world could fall apart around us, and as long as I have you and this baby, I know we'll be fine.” His mouth finds mine again, his kiss fierce and deep.

  His tongue pushes into my mouth, swirling around mine, and drawing another moan from me. I love when he touches me this way. With power, need, and hunger. There's nothing sexier than a man who shows you how much he loves you.

  When his touch cuts you deep, branding his name on your heart and soul, you know he was meant for you.

  I found the love of my life long before I knew what love is. And I'm so glad our paths crossed again. I don't know where I'd be right now if they hadn't.

  Ryder takes me by the hips and spins me so I'm facing the wall. Lifting the back of my dress, he tears my panties down and drops to his knees.

  “Ryder,” I say with a smirk, looking down at him. “We have people waiting for us outside.”

  “I don't care. I need you right now. Not later. Not after the last people trickle off and leave. I can't wait that long.”

  His mouth is on me instantly. His hands are squeezing my ass and tilting my hips back so he can devour my pussy. His tongue pushes inside me and my knees buckle. My hand searches for the sink to hold myself upright. The bathroom is filled with the sounds of his mouth slurping me up, and his tongue slides over my clit, again and again. His hand runs up my bare leg and I notice a new feeling, the feeling of the wedding band on his finger. Soon that finger and one other are sliding inside me, fucking me while his tongue works my clit. Relentlessly. I try to stay quiet, hyperaware of all our guests right outside the door, but I can’t help the moan that escapes my lips when I come quickly and so hard. My shoulders jerk forward, spasms shooting through me. His tongue keeps gliding over me and my hand knocks over the soap dish on the sink, sending it crashing to the floor and breaking into pieces.

  Ryder stands up, kicking the shards to the side. My hand on the wall, I look back at him over my shoulder. I can see the desire in his eyes, his mouth glistening from eating me out.

  Sliding a finger up the center of my pussy, he smears my juice around my lips. “You're so damn wet, I love it. I love doing that to you. I love the way you taste.”

  “I love when you fuck me.” The words are sultry and thick as I bend over further. “Take me, make me yours.”

  The metal teeth of his zipper echo off the ceramic tiles, causing my body to shiver. He pulls his cock free and slaps my ass cheeks one at a time. Rubbing his tip around my wet center, he slowly thrusts inside.

  Tilting my head back, I press the tips of my fingers into the wall and hold myself up as he slams his cock in deep and hard. The bottom of my dress ruffles up higher over my back. Ryder grabs a handful of the fabric, using it to pull me back into his thrust. His cock is hard as stone, going so deep I can feel him in my lower belly. Using his feet, he spreads my legs wider, fucking me vigorously. My orgasm has left me sensitive as hell, and I know in no time I’ll be coming again.

  Arching my back, I press my toes into the floor and slam my ass back. The only sound between us is our skin slapping and our heavy breathing. Sweat is beading up across his forehead, and my skin is flushing red.

  His hands grab my hips as his cock thickens. Every inch of my body begins to tingle. The orgasm bursts like a firework, causing my eyes to snap shut and a moan to slip free. Ryder's fingertips grasp me tighter as he throws his hips forward one last time.

  His cock pulses, jet after jet of his cum pulsing into my pussy. Releasing me, he grabs a few tissues and hands me some. Cleaning up, Ryder helps me fix my dress, and straightens the train.

  Pulling me in for a slow, sweet kiss, he smiles at me. “I can't believe we got married and found out we're having a baby in the same day.”

  “I know, it's wild.”

  He looks in the mirror, wiping the sweat off his forehead and fixing his suit. “You think everyone is wondering where we are?”

  “Probably.” Giggling, I look at the window beside the sink. “Or they might know already.”

  Ryder laughs loud and takes my hand. “Let's go share the great news.”

  And as he leads me back to our reception, I know what we have is special.

  This man loves me for me. He loves the life we have.

  And he loves the life we created.

  I wouldn't change anything for the world.

  I'm home.

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