by Izzy Slam
“We won’t elope, little girl. You can forget it.”
“Fine. But don’t expect me to quit teasing you.” Paige prances off, her bottom wiggling and making me fucking hard again. The dual wet spot on my jeans is a nice reminder of how lucky I am. But I need to change clothes before sitting at the breakfast table.
Paige and I eat our breakfast, her with a tiny twinkle in her eye that makes me happy. And that twinkle stays there over the next three days. Until she comes to me, again, her needs urgent as she climbs in my lap and wraps her arms around my neck one evening.
“I know you said you were arranging everything for the wedding, daddy. But don’t you think I should at least have a sneak peek of what I can expect?”
“Well,” I say, running my hands up the side of her waist. “You can expect flowers and cake, and a few of my closest friends. And tomorrow I’m taking you for your fitting after we pick up our rings. And let’s not forget Garrus and Steve will be there.”
She pulls a face and falls backwards on the couch, and I immediately regret the reminder. “That’s not the kind of sneak peek I was talking about.”
“Are you nervous about our Garrus discovering your recent past?”
She shakes her head, then slides her tight cotton shorts down her hips.
“Jesus Christ,” I murmur as her legs drop open, presenting me with a hairless vertical slit glistening in her juices.
“Maybe just a quick sample, daddy?”
My cock turns to steel inside my slacks, pre-cum already seeping out as I reach over and brush my fingers over her labia.
“Ooh, yes,” she purrs, lifting her top to show off her hard, pink nipples.
“You really are daddy’s little slut, aren’t you?” I turn in her direction and grab her by the ankle, tossing one leg over the top of the couch and the other all the way up until her knee is next to her ear. She holds it with her hand as I move my fingers over her smooth, soft mound again, watching her face morph into ecstasy as I softly probe her entrance.
Slickness greets the tip of my finger, and when I sneak a second one inside her folds, and feel how fucking tight she is, I let a growl escape my throat. “Oh fuck…”
Arching her back and using her free hand to pinch one of her nipples, Paige obviously wants me to finger her. But two fingers are too much in her virgin cunt, and the moment I feel her hymen, I lightly touch her clit with my other hand, rolling my thumb over the hard, red, swollen hood. Just then, a creamy white fluid pulses out and her walls contract around my digits.
“Oh daddy,” she huffs, “I’m … I’m cumming.”
My blood runs so fucking hot as I watch her orgasm. And when she gives her hips a forward thrust, my cock pulses out a fresh batch of seed, warm fluid running down my thigh and soaking the material of my slacks.
My cock can’t help but release around this girl. And she’s going to be my wife in just a few days.
***
The next morning, I awaken Paige early so we have plenty of time to take care of our last-minute arrangements. I’m feeling quite uneasy about Garrus and the possibility of him talking with my neighbors while he’s here for the wedding, and I hope that today’s distractions will keep me focused on this girl of my dreams who will soon have my name.
Our wedding guests are few. I invited several business colleagues I met through my father before he passed away, and my sister is coming. My mother is vacationing in Italy and nearly insisted on flying back when I gave her the good news. When she asked how long we had been together, I told her a year then explained that we’d kept our relationship a secret because of the age difference and the fact that Paige is so young.
She seemed a little hurt but she also understood. I hated lying but I couldn’t take a chance on the “powers that be” overhearing our conversation through the phone. Maybe I was being paranoid but it seems that our privacy, everyone’s privacy, was a thing of the past. In fact, I hated talking about it with Paige. What if the aliens were listening to everything we said?
I pushed those worries out of my head this morning, as difficult as it was, and of course the moment Paige came meandering in the kitchen to get her coffee, wearing her slinky top and sexy bright yellow panties, I almost forgot my first name.
She wrapped her arms around my neck and nuzzled her lips against my skin, planting feminine kisses that made the masculine man in me respond with an instant erection.
“Good morning, sweet girl.”
“Good morning, daddy. Why are we up so early?”
I cup her ass and pull her to me. “So that we can finalize our wedding plans and let you select a diamond to wear on that pretty hand of yours.”
Her eyes light up. “A … diamond? I didn’t know I was getting a diamond.”
I kiss her forehead before pushing some bread in the toaster. “Why in the world wouldn’t you? It’s traditional, is it not?”
“I suppose. It’s just so expensive. I thought we would keep things simple, cheap. Especially since …”
“Especially since what?”
Paige licks her lips and angles her sweet face up at mine. “This wedding … it’s just a temporary arrangement, isn’t it?”
My guts tighten and disappointment floods me. “Is that what you want it to be?”
Her eyes go dim, and it occurs to me that she hasn’t had much stability in her life since her parents died. My baby girl has had to rely on herself for everything. And she’s either desperate to leave that life behind and let the love of her life be her partner along the way, or she refuses to depend on someone else again, for anything.
I don’t think there’s any disputing that she wants me, that she’s crazy about me, but maybe this wedding thing is overwhelming her and she needs to know that there’s an out. It is all happening rather fast.
“Look, you don’t have to answer that,” I say, moving close to her. “Our main goal right now is to keep the guests from taking you away. And that’s what I intend to do, by any means necessary.”
I place another kiss on the top of her head before going to shower, feeling sad all of a sudden. If my baby girl doesn’t want to stick around after our wedding. I wouldn’t blame her.
But I fucking hope she does because I can’t imagine my life without her.
Chapter Six
~Paige~
I force myself to smile as Moses and I leave the island to go to the city and shop. This is supposed to be the happiest time in my life. But instead of celebrating my upcoming wedding with family and friends, I’m feeling like I’m going through the motions just to get a green card or something.
It’s such bullshit. When I asked Moses if this wedding was temporary, I wanted him to grab me and pull me to him, growling a “hell no” in my ear with a promise to keep me safe forever. But he didn’t. And really, it’s my own fault for letting that forever fantasy take hold of my heart.
I’ll do this, though. And I’ll do it with a smile because even if Moses is just my summer daddy, at least I get to live. And I’ll always owe him my life for that.
We pick up our marriage license first, then head to the dress shop. I don’t know what to expect, but I have very simple tastes when it comes to dresses. I secretly hope that I don’t end up with a traditional, bulky wedding gown that’s five layers deep and weighs a hundred pounds. But when the nice lady walks out with a mermaid applique dress, I’m blown away. And when I try it on, I have to hold back the tears. The body hugs me tightly, the lower half sweeping out loosely around my feet, just like a mermaid.
“This looks perfect,” the woman says. “Moses did an amazing job giving us your measurements.”
I have no idea how he did it, but she’s right. It fits perfectly. I’m desperate to show it to him, to see if he will react as strongly as I hope he does, but I’m reminded that the groom can’t see me until our wedding day.
“Do you think Moses will like it on me?”
She makes a face. “He’d have to be blind not to. And when he does
, he’ll fall in love with you all over again.”
The excitement in her eyes lets me know she has no clue this is an “arranged” wedding. Arranged by the two of us. But I shake that sadness away and remind myself that I will at least be a princess for one day.
The dress has to be hemmed several inches, so we leave the store, hand in hand. Next, we head to the jewelers, and the moment we walk in, Frank, the store owner, takes us to the back where he removes a black velvet pad containing three rows of diamonds, all of varying shapes and sizes.
My body tingles with excitement, and I’m pretty sure I have a twinkle in my eye as I scan the gorgeous selections.
“I don’t even know where to start,” I mutter, picking up a modestly sized emerald cut diamond.
“Looks like you figured it out quickly enough,” Moses jokes.
“That’s a lovely choice,” Frank says. “Three carats total weight, platinum band. It’s the perfect way to say “I do.” And, you’re sure to make all of your friends jealous with this one.”
I smile at him, brushing my gaze over the other rings, but none compare to this one. I don’t want to make this a painful process as I’m sure I won’t keep it forever. It’s all a part of the performance we’re about to put on in several days.
“It’s lovely. I’ll take it.”
“Are you sure?” Moses asks. “You barely looked at the others.”
“When a girl knows, she knows,” Frank says, sliding the other rings down to a drawer.
“Yes, it’s perfect.” I pass the ring to Frank, and he immediately gives it to Moses.
“Let’s see if it fits, then,” he says, reaching for my left hand and sliding the diamond over my ring finger.
Sparks dance across my skin, and when I look into Moses’s eyes, I’m sure I see something there. “How does it feel?” he asks, keeping his voice low.
“It slides around a little, but it’s not too bad.”
“Looks like we need to take it down a size. I can have it ready first thing in the morning.”
Reluctantly, I hand it over, wishing I could wear it out of here and enjoy it for as long as possible.
“I’ll be back for it tomorrow, Frank. Thanks for your help.”
Moses takes me out for lunch, and he’s sweet as can be, holding my hand and looking at me with a sort of excitement. But things have changed. They feel different ever since our conversation in the kitchen this morning.
And I fear that Garrus will pick up on this sudden tension between us if we don’t get past it.
***
Moses’s sister Beth arrives the next day, but she stays with friends in the city because she doesn’t want to impose on us. Moses claims that he and Beth don’t communicate very frequently, so lying to her about how long we’ve been involved wasn’t that difficult.
Beth makes a quick trip to the island for an early dinner with us, and then she’s off again to hang out with her friends. I’m so relieved that she doesn’t question us much about our history, and she even seems to be okay with the fact that I’m only nineteen years old.
Once Moses and I are alone he pulls out his assortment of DVDs and we watch some movies. It seems so strange to me that it’s the night before our wedding, and we’re just hanging out like it’s any other Friday night.
“Come here, baby. Sit next to daddy.”
I get so turned out hearing his voice command me. I don’t waste one second curling up next to him on the couch, and when his arm wraps around me, I swear it feels like home. I could get used to this. I want to get used to this. And I know I’ll spend all summer getting used to this man and the way he makes me feel.
He releases a soft moan that ignites my insides and reminds me of what I will have tomorrow night. The fact that he’s being a gentleman and taking this “not until our wedding night” promise all the way home makes me want him all the more.
“Are you thinking what I’m thinking, baby girl?” He rubs his thumb lightly up and down my arm.
“There are a lot of thoughts swimming through my head, daddy. What are you thinking?”
“That I can’t wait to settle between your legs and hear you scream.”
My pussy clenches and I sink my teeth into my lower lip, feeling those urges run through my core and nearly tear me in half.
“I can’t wait to scream for you,” I say, rolling over and looking up into his eyes.
“You’ve been reserved today. You’re not having second thoughts, are you?”
Just the thought of having second thoughts, of either one of us changing our minds, literally terrifies me. I sit up and straddle his lap, placing my hands on his short, soft beard. “Only a crazy person would have second thoughts about marrying you, daddy.”
I hear him grumble, a smile tugging at his lips. “That’s what I like to hear. I’d hate to lose you in all this … chaos. I’m so ready for this bullshit to all be over with.”
“Yeah, me too,” I whisper, hoping like hell he doesn’t mean what I think he means.
But when I detect movement in the crotch of his jeans and notice his pupils enlarge, I know he’s getting aroused. And I am too.
He pulls my head closer and presses his lips to mine, exploring my mouth with his tongue and making my panties soaked—something he’s become quite adept at this week.
“Fuck, baby girl. I love the way you kiss me,” he growls, tightening my hair around his fist.
I can’t help but smile and grind my pussy in his lap. “And just think, daddy. Tomorrow evening, these lips that you love so much will be kissing your hard cock.”
He growls again and trails his tongue over my neck, driving me wild with a lust that won’t be tamed tonight.
Well, if nothing else, I can have fun with Moses, let him explore my body while I explore his. He can teach me a thing or two on how to please a man.
And I’ll give him my virginity as a thank-you for saving my life. It will be something we both enjoy, even if it is just temporary.
~Moses~
Beth arrived early this morning with Paige’s dress and all the accessories I’d asked her to bring along. Our wedding is at noon, and we’re only expecting about a dozen people, as well as Garrus and Steve. I try not to think about that as I let the caterers in to do their job in the kitchen, opting instead to think about Paige’s delicious body and how every inch of it will belong to me tonight.
I thought about it all night, about this hint of reservation she’s shown over the last few days, and it occurs to me that she’s probably sad because I’ve left a door open. It’s no wonder she went from hot to warm to cool. She needs to know that I won’t let her go. That after this summer is over and the fucking creatures from outer space have left this earth, that she will still belong to me.
My cock turns to steel when I think about claiming her, not just physically but in every way, and keeping her chained to my side until the day I die. It’s what I need, to have this girl for life. No other woman has come close to making me feel the way Paige does. And she needs to know that.
And I’m going to tell her as much.
With a rumble in my chest, I make my way to her bedroom, slipping past the caterers and seeing a few familiar faces who’ve decided to show up early. I give them a quick greeting, and as I round the corner, I see Garrus, his silver eyes just as disturbing as that fucking unibrow.
“Hello, Moses.” He gives me a quick nod, and I flash an ecstatic smile.
“Garrus. Glad to see you could make it.” I reach out to shake his hand and immediately regret it. His fingers are hot and clammy and the tightness in his grip forces my knuckles to rub painfully together. I fight the urge to punch him, but he lets go of me so fast the urge disappears.
“Thank you. I cannot stay. It was my intention to stop by and wish you two the best. Has the ceremony occurred?” He tilts his head creepily to the side, and my fists clench uncontrollably.
“Not yet. We’ve got about an hour to go. You’re welcome to come in and have a drin
k.”
Lifting his arm and checking a vinyl band around his wrist, Garrus becomes quiet. He then looks at me, and I notice his eyes are moving in a circular swirl as they slowly darken. “Unfortunately, I cannot do that. It seems there is critical business to attend to. I believe I shall depart and give you my best wishes.”
“Ah, that’s too bad,” I answer, rubbing my beard and feeling eternally fucking grateful our “guest” won’t be a guest at our wedding. “Thanks for stopping by and good luck with your … critical issue there.”
Garrus gives me a quick nod before turning around and walking out my front door. I watch him get in the back seat of a black sedan before it drives away, and I don’t think I’ve ever been more relieved about a thing in my life.
I have to let Paige know that he’s no longer a threat. I know she’s been nervous about all of this. But if we’re no longer on their radar, I can only imagine how much she will relax. I squeeze past a few people in the hallway and start to knock on the guest room door when Beth comes out, startled to see me.
“What are you doing, big brother?” she asks, giving me a shameful look.
“I need to see my bride to be.”
“Oh no, you don’t,” she says, laughing softly as she pushes me back. “That’s bad luck, and you are not going to destroy a loving marriage before it even begins.”
“Wow. Destroy? That’s a bit harsh, don’t you think?”
“Nope.” She crosses her arms and shakes her head. “I’m very old fashioned. Got it from dad.” She’s right. He was really old fashioned about a lot of things. I recall Beth going on a date when she was in high school. The guy didn’t come to the front door, just sat outside and gave a quick honk. Dad went out there and reamed him a new one.
“Okay, fine,” I say, tossing up my hands. “But I need you to give her a message.”
“I can do that. What is it?”
“Tell her that … I’ve taken care of everything, and we no longer have to worry about any guests ruining our day.”