by Wyatt, Dani
I draw in a sharp breath as she inspects and dabs some ointment on my arm.
“Big baby,” she mutters.
Laughing, I grab her wrist and pull her around in front of me. “That’s enough, it’s not even deep.”
“Do you want it to get infected?”
“Depends. Are you going to be my naughty nurse if it does?”
She draws her mouth into a line but loses the fight to keep the grin off her lips. “Seriously, it’s not deep but it is nasty. If you don’t let me clean it properly you could get sick.”
“You’ve cleaned it. Now other parts of me need attention.”
I pull her forward and sit her on my lap, letting her grind herself against my ever-present hard on. But it’s clear from the look on her face that she’s thinking over what happened.
“They can’t touch you now,” I tell her. “They’re going to be behind bars for a very long time. Attempted kidnapping? Assault? Extortion? Add in conspiracy to commit fraud with the whole inheritance thing and I don’t think the judge is going to be too lenient.”
She nods. “I know. It’s not that. I know you’ll always protect me. It’s just, how could my stepfather hate me that much? To lure me out there and then hurt me like that.” Astrid sighs. “I just hate that the world made him that way.”
“You’re too kind for your own good. He had choices and he made them, baby. He has to live with the consequences. As for us, we get to live with our own choices, and there’s one at least that I’m looking forward to living with.”
I reach behind me and fumble for a moment behind the cushion until my fingers find the little white box I hid there when we got back to the house, not sure what my plan was, but it’s clear now.
I don’t want to wait.
“Astrid, I don’t know what I did to deserve you. A monster like me doesn’t have any right to expect someone like you in their life. But here you are.” I chuckle, shaking my head. “I had so many plans for this moment, I was going to take you to dinner, make a big deal, dress up in a suit...well I’d have to buy one first....”
She laughs. “What moment? What’s going on?”
I bring the box out and hand it to her, and as her eyes go wide, and she starts to open it, I continue, “You deserve more than an ugly mountain fuck like me. You deserve some prince in a fancy castle, or a movie star or something. But I can’t wait, Astrid, not after what just happened. I’ve waited my whole life and, well...” She draws the ring out of the box, her mouth gaping as she stares at it. “I need us to be married. So, we’re getting married. That’s the end of it.”
It’s perfect, not as perfect as she is but from the tears and sparkle in her eyes, it’s hit the mark. The center stone, not a diamond but a ruby the size of a dime, surrounded by two rings of small diamonds, all set in this swirling filigree, vintage white gold band. It’s not slick and modern. It’s not what most would buy, but she’s not like most.
She takes a deep breath as I take the ring from her, take her hand and slip it onto her finger. “Is that your idea of a proposal, Mathias, because I’ve got to say it’s—”
I take her mouth with my lips, kissing her hard and enjoying the little protest as she loses track of her sentence. She breathes with me, and I rock her back against my cock, moaning at the feel of her body against mine.
When I’ve taken my fill, I let her go, and for a moment she just sits there, teeth cutting into her bottom lip as her chest rises and falls with each breath.
“You were saying something about my proposal?”
She nods. “Perfect. It’s just perfect.”
13
Astrid
ONE WEEK LATER
“You may kiss the br—”
The priest doesn’t manage to get the last words out before Mathias takes me in a long, hard kiss. It’s like there’s nobody else around as we sink into each other. I hear the hoots and whoops from our guests but in this moment, all I can think about is my husband.
Husband.
Everything has been so fast, but it feels right.
The wedding has been simple, here at the house on the front lawn but it’s so perfect. Mathias built this beautiful arbor out of trees he chopped down, and it’s decorated with about a zillion blue Irises because he said they match my eyes.
The wedding is great, but it’s just a starter before we get to the main course: the rest of our lives together.
As we break apart, Mathias turns to the small group of gathered friends and grins. “I don’t know how I got so lucky, but I did. Thank you so much for being here for us, today. My wife and I really appreciate all of you.” He turns to the sheriff and gives him a nod.
My stepdad and Wallace were arrested and are both awaiting trial. They may make a plea deal, and I hope they do, because I don’t want to testify. I just want my life to go forward.
The district attorney told me it’s likely they will take the deal. The evidence is so strong, they would be stupid to go to trial.
After everything that happened, I told Mathias everything about my stepdad. Actually, everything about my life because he sat me down and told me he wanted to know everything, so I told him.
I made him promise not to kill my stepdad, because that would only hurt our lives in the end. And because he loved me, he went along with my wishes.
The one thing I didn’t expect, the miracle which is sitting on the ground next to me right now, wagging her tail, is Ginger.
When I told Mathias about the day I left home, that Robert had scattered Mom’s ashes without me and told me my dog had been hit by a car...and I snapped, packed up and took off.
Well, what I didn’t know was the next day Mathias started calling every shelter within fifty miles of where I used to live on a hunch.
What an asshole. Mathias took off early the next morning before I knew what was going on. Said he had to sign some contract with the oil company that drills on his property.
He’s a liar. Guess what? My stupid stepdad dropped Ginger off at a shelter. She was never hit by a car.
He showed up two hours later with Ginger and I cried and held her and kissed her until she wiggled free and jumped into Mathias’ lap to get away from my violent affection.
So, here I stand in my white gown with Ginger as my maid of honor and all just feels right with the world.
Mathias finishes addressing our guests as I stare at him in awe. “I’ve paid for a five-course meal for all of you freeloaders at Deluca’s. Open bar so go wild. Go enjoy yourselves. Get out.”
There’s some gentle laughter, but nobody moves.
“I mean it,” Mathias says, his voice becoming serious. “Go into town. Get the fuck out.” He waves toward where the cars are parked along the dirt drive in front of the house.
“Mathias,” I whisper as I feel him starting to grip me tighter. He’s glaring at the guests, who aren’t leaving. I turn to our friends. “Sorry everyone. You know he can be a little difficult sometimes.” I pat his chest as he grunts. “We’ll be there soon. I promise.”
There are a disbelieving mutters from the crowd but they start to work their way to the cars and Mathias looks down at me.
“So, grumpy guts, what was that all about?”
A smile curves his lips, his beard shifting with the movement. “For what I have planned, we don’t want an audience.”
Mathias
“OH MY GOD.” ASTRID’S gauzy white gown catches the breeze as she spins in a circle, looking around the river cabin, then turns and swats my arm.
The interior is draped with white fabric. Vases of white roses are on every surface and the floor is covered in red rose petals.
“You like?” I manage. I talk like a caveman, but that’s how I feel.
Claim my woman.
Grunt.
“For such a Neanderthal, you do know how to sweep a girl off her feet.”
“Beverly helped. I can’t take the credit. Just gave her the idea and my credit card.”
I car
ried her here from the house, needing her next to me. Needing her to feel she belongs to me in every way.
I don’t waste any more time, stripping off her gown in a single movement. I hear her playful protests, but I need us naked against each other as husband and wife.
When she’s naked, I lift her from the floor and toss her on the bed. The animal inside of me is in control right now, more than the civilized man, and I need to fill her with me.
I need her sticky and dripping with my cum, so everyone knows now and forever she belongs to me.
Gripping her ankles, I pull her legs up and onto my shoulders as I come down on her, burying my face between her legs and beginning my feast.
She’s already soaked and dripping for me as I suck in her nectar, grinding my face into her slick folds.
“God, that feels so good.” She moans, arching her body, pressing herself harder against my hungry mouth. “But, I want you inside me. I want our wedding day consummated...” She half giggles between her pleasured moans on that last word.
I turn my head and pinch the flesh of her inner thigh between my teeth, hearing her yelp. I repeat this, three, four times on one side, then the other, a raw need to see the marks of my teeth on her flesh before I answer.
“I’ll be in that sweet cunt soon enough. I’m not done with my wedding feast. When you cum and fill my mouth, maybe I’ll stick my cock inside that greedy hole of yours. But not before.”
I pull her onto me with another growl, then grip her hips, pulling her up and laying myself down on the bed, mounting her honey-covered sex on my face.
“Ride my beard, baby. Take what you want and give me what I need.”
I dig my fingers into her ass, pushing her wetness down on my mouth as her hands fly out in front of her, holding onto the log headboard as an anchor while I suck her clit and slide my tongue back to her opening, repeating the movement again and again until she’s quivering.
I slip a hand down between her legs, centering my mouth on her clit and stabbing two fingers into her drenched opening, finger fucking her while I torment her swollen nub as I bring my other hand down on her ass hard, listening to her yelp.
Her body responds with a gush of slick juice running down my hand and into my beard. I feel it soaking my neck and chest as I curl my fingers until I find that rough patch of flesh on the front of her wet canal, and work both them and my mouth until she’s calling my name between curse words and I know she’s close.
Another slap on her amazing ass, and her pussy clamps down as she rides the edge, then goes off.
Her screams of pleasure fly out the open windows of the cabin, and I hear birds squawking and fleeing from a tree just outside.
As her body trembles, and she rides out the bliss, I bring both hands to grip her ass. Holding her tight against my mouth, I suck and drink down every drop, my fingertips deep in her flesh, knowing her body will show my marks of possession tomorrow.
I jab my tongue as deep inside her as possible, feeling her walls clutch and grab, and I know soon she will be doing this dance of pleasure around my cock. Milking yet more seed into her, and soon I will be rooted in her womb.
If I’m not already.
I’m so fucking hard, my pulse feels like it’s throbbing through every part of my body. I need her mounted on me and I need it right fucking now.
I dismount her sweet pussy from my mouth as she releases the headboard, and her hands flatten on my chest trying to keep her balance as the last of her orgasm rides through her.
Releasing one hand, I hold my cock up and center her sloppy, greedy hole on the fat head before bringing her down in one hard motion, sinking home as her cunt stretches around me and her eyes go wide. Her mouth opens in a gasp.
“Just breathe, baby.”
“It hurts.”
I’m sure it does, watching her body skewered on me, my dick driving upward into her pretty little pussy. The visual is obscene and erotic, making my balls tight.
“You’ve got every inch, my little sprite.” I seethe as her body settles down on me and I start rocking her hips back and forth, making contact with her clit and watching as lust replaces the pain in her face.
I shift her body back and forth, harder, faster, as her fingernails dig into my chest, and she finds her rhythm with my movements. We move together in a fury, and when I feel her walls tighten around me I reach up and grab her hair, pulling her body down onto me, her tits against my chest, her mouth on mine, her tight cunt pulsing around me as I drive my tongue between her lips and let go.
My balls twitch and jerk as I pump jet after jet of cum directly into her cervix.
We’re sweaty, slipping against each other as I growl, and she yelps into my demanding kiss. I’m giving her all of me, and she’s returning the favor.
Anything she wants, she will have, including my soul. Because it belongs to her already.
Our mouths part, and we’re left panting as her flushed face hovers over mine, her sweet breath mixing with the scent of our sex.
“I love you.” I manage, each word coming from somewhere so deep they almost hurt.
“I love you, too.”
We stare at each other for minutes, then I flip us over, my cock never leaving her warm heaven, and make love to her slowly on top until we cum together, my balls finally empty and her body dripping with me.
I’m not sure she can still speak, but finally she smiles and whispers in my ear.
“Do you think I can go to my own wedding reception now?”
I take a deep breath. I don’t want to share her with the world. If I had my way, I’d keep us here, together, like this forever. But I will also always give her what she wants.
“Sure. If that’s what you want.”
“I do.”
My heart swells at her words. “I’ll never get tired of those two words. Today, the day you said that to me for the first time, I know why I waited for you. All of me belongs to all of you. Forever.”
I kiss her, sweeping my tongue into her mouth, knowing the waiting was all worth it. Knowing I’ve found my one and only.
And our forever is waiting.
14
Mathias
ONE YEAR LATER
“Baby.” I put my hands on her damp cheeks as she sits sideways on my thighs on the edge of the bathtub, and turns her face to me. “It will happen. If it doesn’t, we’ll be okay. We’ll figure something else out.”
The plastic pee stick still sits with only one pink line on the edge of the sink in our master bathroom, same as the other eleven she’s thrown away every month since we got married.
“I never even thought I wanted kids until you.” My heart breaks as her voice quivers. “It’s got to be me. You pump enough baby juice into me to breed armies.”
I kiss the top of her head. “You never know, maybe my swimmers feel unworthy of your perfect eggs.”
She screws up her face and gives my cheek a playful smack. “Right. Your swimmers are probably all up in there with axes, trying to crack through my dried up, useless eggs.”
“Okay.” I make sure she’s looking at me. “That’s enough. Here’s what we’re going to do...”
I drop my hands from her cheeks and slip them down under her ass, pulling her up and onto me as I stand. She’s wearing one of my flannel shirts, unbuttoned down the front and naked underneath; and I’m sporting a pair of jeans, commando style.
I carry her down the hall to the terrace outside the great room, where the morning sun is warming things and the scent of lilacs are in the air.
She’s made the place more of a home since she’s been here. My mother decorated it well, but Astrid has added things that make it ours. I bought her a camera after our wedding and set up a studio for her art: both painting, and now photography.
The little art gallery in town can’t keep her paintings on the walls, and the house is filling with both her photographs and canvases.
She nuzzles my neck as I hold her against me, then I set her down an
d turn her in a hard spin, pushing her upper body down onto the terrace railing, listening to her playful gasp, pretty sure she knows what’s coming.
No pun intended.
“Your lumber need to be jacked?” She turns her head on a giggle, her cheeks red as I flip my shirt up and over her ass, giving it a hard swack. “Oww. Bully.”
“Your mouth is going to get you a few more if you’re not careful.”
“Promises.” She pokes her tongue out and I bring my hand down on the other side, listening to her yelp. Her long, nearly white-blonde hair falls over one shoulder as I drop my pants and kick them aside, my dick already hard and dripping for her cunt “Why is it you think that fucking is the answer to all of our problems?”
I ease the tip of my dick into her soaking heat, and it’s hard to remember what life was like without her. I don’t remember thinking it was so worth living. Every minute of every day, I just feel fucking alive, because this sassy little sprite tried to blow my brains out that day in the woods.
“Because it is.” I answer, driving my point home with all my inches and her smart mouth is now gasping and moaning as her inner walls lock down around my cock.
I want her more, even after a year. I can’t imagine what it will be like in five, ten, fifty years. But I can’t wait to find out.
“Jesus.” She moans, dropping her head to rest on her arms as I pound away, holding her hips and feeling her body gush wet desire down my shaft.
“You’re mine aren’t you, little one?” I grit out, savoring how her body fits me perfectly.
“Yes. Always and only yours.” She answers, her body pushing back into my thrusts.
“Good girl. Fuck yourself onto me. Show me how much you love this cock.”
I raise my hands, interlacing my fingers and pressing them to the back of my head as my wife takes point and begins rocking her hips back and forth, circling them, then pushing back until my dick is buried as deep as her small body can take.