by Watkins, CN
“Oh shit!” I almost yelled. I ran off back into the bedroom. Oh God!
“Come on!” Kennedy half whispered, half yelled from the living room. My eyes quickly darted to Stefan; he was still sprawled out across the bed—naked—and his tone, fine ass begged me to come back to bed and put my teeth marks all over him.
“Are you coming?” Kennedy asked from the doorway.
“Coming…coming,” I whispered loudly as I scooted her out. Nobody saw my man’s perfect ass but me!
I riffled through my suitcase and found a pair of comfy shorts and a tank top with a built-in bra. I swept my hair up off my neck and put it in a high, messy bun on top of my hair. I slipped on my flip flops, spritzed some body spray, and walked out into the living room.
“What do you want?” I asked Kennedy now that I was dressed and could have an honest conversation with her.
“I want you to come with me,” she said, walking towards the door.
I walk over to a side table and grab a pad of paper and pen from the drawer. “Hang on.” I whisper to Kennedy.
Kennedy kidnapped me, I’ll be back soon. Don’t worry.
-J
I set the paper down and slid out the door with Kennedy, gently closing it. I hoped Stefan wouldn’t wake up before I got back.
“What time is it?” I asked as we walked down the walkway towards the beach.
“Almost three in the morning.”
“Why am I awake?” I asked her as we stepped off the walkway. And where are we going?
“I need to talk to you…”
“About?”
“Come on.”
We walked down the beach towards the ocean, then sat down and took off our sandals; Kennedy laid back and rested her hands on her tummy; we gazed at the dark sky with bright stars twinkling. You could hear the waves crashing on the beach, barely skimming our toes.
“Ever wonder what the sky would look like with no stars?” Kennedy asked. “I mean, just a blank, dark sky.”
“Uh, no. I have never wondered that.” Where is this going?
“You are my star…my bright star in a black, dull sky. I have never wondered what my life would be like if you weren’t in it.” She kept looking at the sky, but reached out one hand to grab mine.
“Kennedy, what’s going on?”
“Nothing.” She turned her head to face mine. “You’re getting married later today, so I just wanted to make sure I told you how special you are to me. I wish everyone could have a best friend like you.” She smiled at me.
Don’t cry!
“Kennedy, I’m still the same person.”
“It’s not that, Jen. It’s not just going to be me and you anymore. Stefan is going to be there…and pretty soon you’re spawn will be here too.”
She was right, but she was still my best friend, my sister, and nothing would change that.
I squeezed her hand, both of us looking at each other. “I love you,” I whispered.
“I love you too,” she whispered as she looked up at the sky.
Truth was I missed her. Sometimes I missed her more than I was willing to admit. She was crazy, but she was my crazy best friend; my sister. Nobody got me like she did, and no matter how much I loved Stefan, how much I adored him, nobody could ever top Kennedy.
She had saved me. She had taken me in when my world crashed down around me, and she’d never left my side, never made me question our friendship. She’d accepted me for me, and I’d been grateful for her ever since.
“I’m scared,” I whispered after a long time.
“About what?” Kennedy asked as she sat up, folding her legs underneath her.
“Marrying Stefan.” I sat up with her.
“Why?”
“What if I’m doomed to be my parents? I can’t handle that.”
“Jennifer, what makes you say that? You two are perfect together!”
“I don’t know.” I dropped my head and started playing with the sand. “I just saw what my parents went through, and sometimes I wonder if that’ll be us after the newly married affect wears off. If we’ll will fight all the time and end up hating each other.” I looked back up at her to find her studying me.
“I know love when I see it, Jen. The electricity between you two is love, raw love. You can see it every time he looks at you. It’s like looking at the most beautiful thing in the world. His eyes sparkle, and he looks like he’s…home.”
“He is home for me. I feel like he is exactly where I belong.”
“Then what’s the hold up?” she asked.
“I’m just waiting for him to leave me. To break my heart.”
“Ever think that maybe he’s not leaving? That maybe, just maybe, he loves you and wants to be here? Why do you always expect the worst from everyone?”
“Because, if I expect the worst in everyone they can’t ever let me down.” I wouldn’t cry, no matter how much my confession hurt.
“Stop listening to your head, Jennifer. Listen to your heart. If you’re completely, madly, and head over heels in love with him, then follow it. What’s the hold up?”
She was right. Oh God, she was right! I always read too far into things; worried about the outcome. Kennedy, on the other hand, always jumped head first into everything she did without giving it a second thought.
“No hold up here.”
“Balls to the wall.”
She smiled, standing to her feet, brushing the sand off her backside. I stood to my feet, laughing, and grabbed my sandals before we started walking towards the walkway.
“We better get you back before big giant wakes up and starts looking for you.” Kennedy said as we stepped up on the walkway. She was right; all hell would break lose if he woke up and I wasn’t there.
The cool, salty air whipped around us as we started for our bungalows. I knew I would not be going back to sleep, so I decided I would put on my bathing suit and sit in the bath tub outside to watch the sunrise when I got back.
Kennedy paused and pulled me in for a tight hug. “I’ll see you tonight.” She pulled back and smiled before we went our separate ways. I gently opened the door just enough to slip through, then closed it quietly, letting out a long breath. I turned around and slammed into a six foot four inch wall of lean, hard muscle.
“Where have you been?” His voice was laced with sleep.
I tried to take a step back, but Stefan wrapped his arms around my waist. I looked up at him; his caramel eyes were dark, and he was waiting for an answer.
“I was just sitting on the beach with Kennedy. Didn’t you get my note?”
With his other hand, he lifted the note to the side of him. “I had a bad dream.”
“I’m sorry.”
“I woke up to an empty bed, and I thought my nightmare was true.” He pulled me closer to him.
“I’m right here.”
“But you weren’t right here. I panicked. I was running all over the place looking for you before I finally saw the note. Don’t ever do that to me again.”
“I’m sorry.”
“Kiss me.” He dropped the note to the floor and wrapped his other hand around me. I leaned up on my tippy toes, dropped my sandals to the floor, and wrapped my arms around his neck. I locked my lips with his, letting him pick me up off the floor.
“Now we make love,” he said as walked into our room. Life After You by Daugherty was serenading me.
He laid me down on the bed, peeling off my shorts and tank top. “No underwear?” He grinned as he began kissing my neck.
“None,” I whispered into his shoulder as I began nibbling on his soft skin.
“God, you turn me on.”
He dropped passionate kisses on my chest, getting closer to my breast. He sucked one nipple in his mouth, and I moved my hands to glide through his hair, pulling as I moaned out in pleasure. He leaned over and took my other nipple in his mouth, causing both of them to stretch out to their peak.
“Stefan,” I moaned as he pulled his face back up to m
ine.
“We shouldn’t do this…” He trailed off as I pulled his lips onto mine, sucking and biting on his bottom lip.
“What?”
He pulled himself up with his arms beside me. “This is our wedding day. We should wait until after.”
“After what?” I was trying to pull his body back down to mine. I felt cold without him connected to me, warming my insides.
“After the ceremony.”
“You want to wait, we will wait.” No, we wouldn’t. Could Stefan ever say no to me? Could I ever say no to him?
He moved as I crawled out from underneath him. The sun was rising, casting a beautiful pink and orange glow over the turquoise ocean., and the air was cool, scented with the ocean and a slight damp in the air.
I picked up one of my suitcases and walked over to the bathroom, completely naked.
Ha! Resist me…yeah, right.
I closed the door behind me and leaned my body against the door, panting. God, that man could do wonders to my body.
I walked over to the sink, rested my hands on the counter top, and looked at myself in the mirror. I was a little red from spending time out in the sun, and my face was a little flushed, but that was expected after my god had his mouth all over my nipples. I was glowing. My long, black hair was up high on my head, so I reached up and pulled it down, letting it fall around my shoulders. I looked like a hot mess.
Once I finished getting ready, I stepped out of the bathroom and leaned against the door frame, showing off the outfit I had chosen for Stefan. I perched my hand on my hip and met his gaze. His eyes suddenly blazed with passion.
Oh, you’ve got him.
His eyes danced across my body, first surveying my curls around my neck, then to my chest, showing the skin under the white lacy garment. I reached up and pulled a strap off my shoulder, returning my hand to my hip. His eyes followed down, looking at my exposed stomach as the garment had a slit going up to right under my breast. He looked down at my white thong and my dark stockings. His eyes kept venturing down toward my black, sky high heels, and last but not least, the black riding crop I held in my hand.
Stefan’s eyes slowly crawled back up my body until they met my gaze. Oh, to say flames were dancing around his dark caramel eyes would be an understatement! He didn’t move.
“Miss. White, you play dirty.”
A grin danced across his lips as he placed his hand over his cock. I followed his arm down with my eyes, skipping over his tattoos, down the muscles of his forearm, across his big hands, finally landing on his throbbing cock. Stefan rolled over on his back, letting his hand slide down and then back up, pumping himself slowly as I watched.
Oh, fuck me now!
“I’ve learned from the best,” I teased as I held the riding crop up, stroking it with my hand. Where did I get these balls from? I was seriously standing here, in skimpy lingerie with a fucking riding crop in my hand watching Stefan play with himself which was turning me on.
Oh dear Lord…turning me on was an understatement!
I slid the riding crop down the side of my neck, over my nipple, down my stomach, stopping before I got to the opening between my legs. We stared at each other as he began to pump himself harder and I dragged the riding crop between my legs, causing a small moan to escape my lips.
“Oh, Stefan,” I whispered.
“Dirty, dirty girl,” Stefan said as he stroked his hand back down. I was whimpering as the riding crop dragged between me, pulling the moisture from my swollen clit.
I dug my fingers down between my thighs, and before I knew it I was lifted in the air, thrown on the bed, and the riding crop had disappeared from my hand.
“Oh, Jennifer. I’m going to own you,” Stefan growled. “On your knees.” I got on my knees near the edge of the bed. “Put your hands at the base of my cock.” His voice was low, but demanding and controlling. I placed my hands exactly where we told me, pulling him tight. I looked at him, his tip moist from the pre-come. I licked my lips, waiting for the word.
Stefan grabbed my head, trusting it forward until all of him was inside me. I looked up at him through my lashes.
“Fuck it! Going to Hell anyway…”
He guided my head back and forth as I felt his cock throb inside my mouth. I swiped my tongue over him, running it from the base to the very tip of him, popping him out of my mouth.
His head fell backwards as he thrust himself inside my mouth again. “Fuck, you’ve got a dirty, dirty mouth.” His dark eyes met mine as I slid my mouth up and down on him. “Get on the bed, face down, ass up.” I kept swirling my tongue on him.
“Now!” he roared, causing me to jump. I scooted to the middle of the bed, grabbing a pillow and pushed my face down into it, sticking my ass in the air for him. I was dripping wet, waiting for him to touch me, lick me, spank me…something…anything!
After a moment, the riding crop came down across my backside, quick and hard. I cried out into the pillow as he began to lick the spot that was stinging.
“Scream my name!” he roared as the riding crop came back down across the other cheek. I screamed into the pillow again as he licked my other cheek. “Scream it, baby. I want to hear that dirty mouth scream my name.” The crop came down again, this time right over my clit.
“Stefan! Oh Stefan, fuck me!”
Without delay, Stefan pulled my thong aside and thrust himself inside of me. Pain mixed with pleasure, causing the most intoxicating feeling.
“You’re mine!” Stefan growled as he barreled into me relentlessly. “Say it!”
“I’m yours!” I cried out.
He placed his hands on my hips, pulling me into him as he squeezed my backside. “Come!” he demanded in a low voice as his trigger pulled m and I released myself all over him. I felt his hot come shoot into me as we both cried out together, gasping for air.
My legs gave out as I collapsed onto the bed with Stefan collapsing on top of me. We were both breathing heavy, trying to get as much air into our lungs as humanly possible. Nobody saying anything, but it was a comfortable silence. We didn’t need words to describe our love from each other; it was radiating from our bodies.
“I love you, baby,” Stefan said as he nibbled my ear, making me giggle.
“I love you, ha-ha, too, ha-ha!”
I kept trying to turn my head, but he would just nibble the other ear. Finally, he disconnected himself from me and stood up at the end of the bed.
“Up you get, shower time.” He slapped my backside as I stood up.
“Ouch!” I cried out as I rubbed my hand over my butt. I walked over to the bathroom, pausing in the doorway.
“Sure you don’t want this again?” I pushed my breasts up and raised my eyebrows.
“Now!” he roared. “Jennifer, get in the shower, or I swear...”
I watched him come to life again. Oh, he wants me alright. I laughed and flipped my hair over my shoulder before walking into the bathroom, shutting the door and preparing for my wedding day.
Three hours later, I walked out of the bathroom to find the bungalow empty with a note sitting on the bed.
My dearest Jennifer,
I had to leave you; I didn’t want to see what you looked like until the wedding ceremony. I’m sure you will look beautiful, as always. Kennedy should be here to meet you soon, until then…think of me.
I love you,
Your Stefan x
My heart skipped a beat.
Could I fall more in love with this man?
“Who is ready to get married, bitches!”
Enter Kennedy.
“Where are you?” she yelled from the living room.
“In the bedroom!” Kennedy flew into the room, slamming to a dead halt in the doorway, her eyes on her.
“Oh! Fuck me sideways!” She continued to look at me in my wedding dress. “Shit, Jennifer! Are you trying to kill Stefan?”
“I look that good?”
“You look heart stopping good!” Kennedy walked over to me a
nd grabbed my hand to spin me around. I was wearing a white lace wedding dress that had a low back with a cream colored bow tied at the small of my back. The lace dress ran up over my shoulders and dipped down over my breast with a low slit in the front of the dress. My breasts were pushed up, begging for attention. The lace fell down to a small pool around my feet, adding a small train to my dress. My hair was done up in curls and pulled to the side.
“You think Stefan will like it?” I asked as Kennedy released my hand.
“I’m pretty sure he’s going to come in his pants when he sees you!” We giggled together.
“Well, look at you!” I responded. Kennedy twirled around in a small circle, letting me get a full view of her. She wore a short, strapless, light ice blue dress. The sweetheart neck had rhinestones embellished around the top. The dress flowed down into tulle and stopped around her upper thigh, and she wore silver sandals showing off her manicured toes. Her hair was down with loose blonde curls lying on her shoulder. She was breathtaking as well.
“Let’s get you married!” Kennedy took my hand and led me out of the bungalow.
Chapter Twelve
Just breathe…
One step…
Two steps…
Three steps…
Four steps…
Just breathe, in through your mouth, out through your nose. In through your mouth, out through your nose.
Are my feet still moving? I can’t feel my legs. Look at Stefan.
Grab his hand…
“You look beautiful,” Stefan whispered as we stood next to the preacher holding hands, the beach acting as a beautiful backdrop. I was shaking, sweating, and pretty sure I was about to pass out. Ayden stood next to Stefan and Kennedy stood behind me.
All we needed was each other.
“We are gathered here today to join this man and woman as one...”
I couldn’t take my eyes off Stefan. How did I get so lucky to be here? I was truly in love, and it felt good to know somebody loved me back. Although I was scared about our future, about this marriage lasting, I knew Stefan wanted me and he would do whatever he needed to be with me, and that felt amazing. He gave me the security I needed and craved.