Spencer & Kayla's Wedding

by Abbie Zanders

  Their first kiss as husband and wife was met with applause, but no one was cheering as loudly as Kayla was on the inside. If his kiss and the extremely rigid part of him pressing against her hip were any indication, Spencer was pretty stoked, too.

  She loved that Spencer didn’t let go of her once as they accepted congratulatory pleasantries from their guests, always keeping some form of direct contact between them – holding her hand, resting his hand along the curve of her back. All the while, staff swarmed quietly in the background, relocating the chairs that had been guest seating for the ceremony to the long banquet tables that had been set up. Official photographs were taken against a stunning tropical sunset backdrop.

  By the time they returned, the reception was in full swing. Drinks were flowing freely, hors d’oeuvres were being offered, and people seemed to be having a good time. When their arrival was announced as “Mr. and Mrs. Spencer Dumas”, a thrill ran up and down the length of her spine.

  Mr. and Mrs. Spencer Dumas. They had done it. They had really done it. It still felt surreal.

  Torches had been lit along the patio; fairy lights had been strung in the palm trees, adding to the fantasy-like feel of the day. They took their place at the head table, and Spencer took a few moments to address the crowd.

  “My beautiful wife - ” he grinned down at Kayla and set her heart fluttering “- and I thank you for celebrating with us today. I’ve made a lot of investments in my time, but none has ever yielded such returns.” He grinned and winked, and if Kayla had been even remotely self-conscious, she would have blushed at the wicked gleam in his eye. “Those of you who know me know I’m not fond of long speeches, so let me just say, I wish you all the same happiness I’m feeling right now.”

  He raised his glass in toast and the rest of the guests followed suit. Instead of simply drinking his, however, he entwined his arm with Kayla’s and sipped from her glass. Then he gifted her with a tender kiss, tasting of champagne and promise.

  “Mm, you taste good,” he hummed softly.

  “Yeah? What do I taste like?”

  “Mine.” That one word, combined with the heat in his eyes, made her core clench. “It’ll taste even better when I pour it between your thighs later,” he added wickedly. Just like that, she was wet and ready, wishing she could climb him right then and there to stake a more carnal claim on him than the titanium band he now wore around his finger.

  “How long do you think we need to stay?”

  He laughed, the sound low and deep and filled with wicked promise. “Impatient, baby?”

  “You have no idea.”

  Under the cover of the white linen tablecloth, Spencer guided her hand to his lap. He was thick and hard beneath the fine cloth of his pants. She grinned. “Maybe you do have some idea. Dinner, a dance, maybe a slice of wedding cake, then we are so outta here.”

  “Agreed.”

  There was something to be said for anticipation. Her body practically vibrated with it, enhancing her senses as she memorized every detail of her own personal fairytale. The gorgeous surroundings. The expertly prepared, seven course gourmet meal. The incredible high that came from sitting beside the man who knew how to push every one of her buttons.

  “Are you happy?” Spencer whispered after yet another newlywed kiss.

  “So very happy,” she answered honestly. “You?”

  “Couldn’t be happier,” he grinned.

  Kayla sat back and sipped her champagne, torn between enjoying every moment and moving on to Spencer’s surprise. She forced herself to live in the moment. After all, her gift was one they would be enjoying many times over, but they would only have this one wedding. Ingrid had done an amazing job, and everything had gone off without a hitch as promised.

  It was only then that Kayla remembered the mysterious phone call prior to the wedding. She shifted slightly, searching out Ingrid in the crowd. She’d caught occasional glimpses of the woman throughout the dinner, no doubt ensuring all went exactly according to plan. As far as Kayla could tell, everything had. So what had the issue been?

  “What are you thinking about so intensely?” Spencer murmured against her ear, giving the lobe a little nip and sending another bolt of lust from her pebbled nipples to the apex of her thighs. “Is it the surprise wedding present you’ve been hiding from me all week?”

  Kayla grinned. “Now who is impatient?” She kissed him, letting her tongue linger long enough to sip the taste of champagne from his lips.

  “Me. Definitely me.”

  She laughed. “Actually, I was thinking of something that happened right before the service. Ingrid got a strange call and disappeared.”

  “Oh?”

  “Yes. I thought maybe you’d gotten cold feet and decided to leave me at the altar.”

  He sat back, his eyes serious and slightly hurt. “You didn’t really think that, did you?”

  Kayla suddenly felt embarrassed, not only by her uncharacteristic lapse in confidence, but by a lack of faith in her new husband as well. Given her history and personal experiences, it wasn’t unexpected, though she didn’t want to taint any part of her fairytale wedding day with the practicality of hard learned life lessons.

  “This – you – it all just seems too good to be true.”

  “Funny. I was thinking the same thing about you,” he said, surprising her. “But you’re mine now, and I’m yours, so no more of that.” He punctuated the statement with another small nip.

  The pragmatist in her wanted to point out that words spoken today would not necessarily be true tomorrow or the day after, but she squashed those thoughts ruthlessly before they could fully form. The past year had been amazing, and at that very moment, she couldn’t be happier.

  “You are absolutely right.” She raised a hand and cupped his jaw, thrilled by the way he turned and kissed the center of her palm.

  “Of course I am.”

  Chapter Four

  Kayla smiled back at him, her eyes dancing with adoration. If it were up to him, he would have taken her back to the bungalow the minute that ring was on her finger and spent the rest of the night making mad, passionate love to his new bride.

  He might be a selfish bastard, but he wouldn’t be that selfish. There were certain incontrovertible truths in life, and one of them was that no matter how loudly or how often they said otherwise, every woman dreamed of her wedding day.

  That little nugget of wisdom had been imparted by his grandfather in the form of a story involving his own lovely bride and the stupidity of a young buck who naively believed that a woman’s words could always be taken at face value.

  Dumas Industries was still in its early stages at that point. Money was tight and Spencer’s grandmother – a very practical, down to earth woman - had insisted that she didn’t need a big wedding or a fancy dress or any of those things to make her happy. Spencer’s grandfather had breathed a sigh of relief and planned a quick, no-frills elopement to the Poconos.

  As the story went, Spencer’s grandfather came calling on his fiancé one day and noticed an unusual box set out for the trash. Something bothered him about it, but he didn’t know what until he looked inside and saw the contents. Wedding magazines, scrapbooks, lists of favorite flowers.

  He took the box home with him and went through every single item, then quietly spent the next few months utilizing every contact and calling in every favor he had to make his woman’s wedding dreams a reality. He told Spencer that he believed surprising his wife with the wedding of her dreams – the one she insisted she didn’t need – was one of the reasons that they had remained happily married for decades.

  Spencer had forgotten all about that story until he began planning a wedding of his own. Kayla had told him on numerous occasions that they were far too busy to put a lot of time into a wedding, especially when neither one of them had family or friends they wanted to invite.

  Like his grandfather, Spencer had sighed in relief – until he remembered that story.

  Kayla rem
inded Spencer a lot of his grandmother. She was strong, confident, and independent. Yet even she harbored hidden dreams, dreams to which she would never openly admit. Spencer, however, was a master at reading people, and he was particularly in tune with Kayla. Beneath all that confidence and pragmatism was a woman who secretly longed for that fairytale wedding.

  She had no idea just how special she was. For the first time in his life, Spencer had found someone who he could be himself with. Someone who not only understood, but shared his passion and his edge. She was just as disconnected from the rest of the world as he was, and yet she held nothing back from him. Spencer wasn’t sold on the whole soulmate thing, but he was fairly certain that if there was such a thing as a croie, Kayla was his.

  As such, he understood her on a level no one else did. He couldn’t see the future, obviously, so he couldn’t say with absolute certainty that he and Kayla would still be together in fifty years like his grandparents. However, Kayla was the first woman he’d ever been able to see himself with that far out.

  That’s why he’d ignored her protests and gone all out by securing a top-notch wedding planner and insuring Kayla got happily ever after, or at least her happy for now. And while she thought the week of pampering and expensive jewelry were his wedding presents to her, it was this – the wedding celebration itself – that was the real gift. He was going to ensure that when Kayla looked back on this day, she would smile and know what it felt like to be a princess.

  As part of that, he refused to allow anything to cast a shadow over their celebration, which was why he kept his mouth shut and didn’t tell her about his father’s and her mother’s unwelcome arrivals. That could wait. In the meantime, they had more important matters to tend to – namely, each other.

  Another toast was raised and they obligingly lifted their glasses in acknowledgement and sipped. Neither one was overindulging. Spencer wanted to be in complete control of his faculties, and she probably did, too.

  When he saw Kayla staring longingly toward their private overwater bungalow, he decided enough time had passed and he could safely spirit her away from the reception. Ingrid had done a wonderful job of incorporating some of their small town, Pine Ridge traditions into their high end celebration. They’d had a featured bridal dance and fed each other bites of wedding cake. The party was in full swing, everyone was having a great time, and there was no reason to linger any longer.

  When Kayla exited the ladies’ room, Spencer caught her before she could make her way back out to the patio. “Ready to make a break for it, Mrs. Dumas?”

  Her resulting smile filled his chest with sunshine and made his balls ache at the same time. “So ready, Mr. Dumas.”

  “Then let’s go.” Spencer entwined his fingers with hers and pulled her into the shadows, stealing a quick kiss. Kayla slipped off her shoes, but before she could take a step, Spencer scooped her into his arms and ran around the back of the patio restaurant to a waiting golf cart.

  “What is this?” she laughed as he placed her in the front seat.

  “Your chariot, my lady,” Spencer said with a bow. He dashed around the front and climbed in the driver’s seat, executing a quick U-turn.

  “You do know how to woo a woman, don’t you?”

  “Oh, baby, you haven’t seen anything yet.”

  He drove as fast as he dared along the winding service path, glad for the hurricane-style carriage lights along the way. When they approached the bungalow, he slowed down, in awe of what he saw.

  Small, flickering lanterns floated in the water all around and beneath the structure. “Is this my surprise?” he asked.

  “Part of it,” she confirmed.

  He parked the cart, taking Kayla’s hand to lead her along the bridge to their private hideaway. Close up, the sight of the floating candles was even more impressive.

  “I can’t wait to see the rest of it,” he murmured.

  Instead of answering, she gave him a wicked grin.

  Spencer stopped her just outside the door, then lifted her into his arms to carry her over the threshold in a traditional gesture. Inside, even more candles had been lit, bathing the room in a sensual, flickering glow. It was what the soft light revealed, however, that took his breath away.

  Red and black silks had been draped throughout, capturing the candlelight. Some hung from the open beams above; others had been placed over objects, concealing hidden treasures. Excitement coursed through his veins. Kayla had obviously put a lot of time and effort into her surprise.

  Spencer set her gently down but kept her pressed closely against him. “What’s this?”

  “Your presents,” she answered. “You gave me the perfect wedding. Now I’m going to give you the perfect wedding night. Go on, then. Have a look.”

  Chapter Five

  Spencer moved around the room, his anticipation building with each reveal. Kayla had created their own perfect in-home version of some of the themed rooms featured at Sate, combining some of his favorites into a unique sensory playground customized just for them.

  An adjustable swing had been mounted in the ceiling, it had a voice activated remote to raise or lower it easily. A massage table had been placed in the corner; beside it, at least half a dozen bottles of scented oils, all his favorites. On the other side of the swing, a sturdy bench and chair also claimed space; a closer look revealed various restraints for wrists and ankles.

  Placed throughout were silk covered rolling tables containing an assortment of items for creative sexual play: sound cancelling wireless headphones, silk blindfolds for sensory deprivation, satiny scarves and buttery-soft leather straps.

  He couldn’t have crafted a better scene room himself.

  “You’ve been busy,” he said huskily, eyeing the collection of new vibrators and plugs.

  “A little,” she admitted. “Do you like it?”

  Like it? It was as if the woman had a direct line into his dirtiest, wildest fantasies and had assembled everything needed to make them a reality.

  “Yes.”

  “Good.”

  She moved seductively across the room until only inches separated them and slipped his jacket off his shoulders. He remained still, wanting to see exactly what she was going to do. Given the gleam in her eye, she already had quite a few ideas.

  He loved her ideas.

  Kayla unbuttoned his shirt, allowing her nails to scrape his chest. Soon his shirt was gone too, and Kayla took her time kissing and caressing him. When she licked and bit his nipples, he hissed.

  “Naked,” he ground out. “Now.”

  “Yes, Sir.” People called him “sir” all day as a normal course of business, but when she did it, it drove him wild.

  His sexy vixen knew it, too. She smirked and stepped back, turning around so he could unfasten her gown. His fingers were actually trembling.

  Before long, her gown was in a puddle on the floor and Kayla stood before him in a white silk laced corset and garters.

  No bra. No panties. She was a fucking goddess.

  “Jesus,” he said on an exhale. Thank God he hadn’t known what she’d been wearing beneath her wedding dress or they never would have made it through the ceremony, let alone the reception.

  She started to unlace the corset. “Leave it.” He planned to take that off himself. Later.

  Spencer leaned down and took one nipple in his mouth. Kayla clutched his hair and arched into him eagerly. He released her with an audible pop, moving to the other and laved it with the same worshipping attention.

  One hand slipped between her legs. Kayla groaned and widened her stance, greedy for his touch. She must have been every bit as worked up as he was, because with only a few strokes she was coming all over his fingers.

  “Mm, I needed that.” She stepped back and dropped to her knees, leveling her gaze on the bulge in his slacks as she licked her lips. “Something tells me you do, too.”

  “Then what are you waiting for?”

  Her eyes glittered as she unfastened h
is slacks, eagerly pulling down his boxer briefs. He’d barely stepped out of his pants before she wrapped her hand firmly around the base and sucked him into her mouth. Like a woman possessed, she stroked and sucked and fondled, rocketing him into ecstasy so fast it was almost embarrassing.

  She smiled up at him, smug, triumphant gleam in her eye. “Like our wedding feast, this is going to be a seven course event, too. And this - ” she licked his tip “- was only the appetizer.”

  Chapter Six

  Spencer awoke to the feel of a lush female body draped languidly over his. He smiled, smugly remembering just how much he (and as a result, she) had enjoyed her wedding presents. Clearly, he wasn’t the only one who paid attention and picked up on subtle clues.

  She moaned softly when he rolled her to the side, but didn’t wake. Unable to help himself, he stroked along her curves, delighted when her body responded, even in exhausted slumber. Kayla might have thought that transforming the living area into a playroom was his gift, but she was the real gift. She had given herself freely and unconditionally to him last night, and he couldn’t imagine anything that could or would have meant more to him than that.

  Though he was sorely tempted to continue “playing with his gift”, Kayla had earned herself a rest. He would allow her to sleep in, provide her with a succulent feast, and spend the rest of the day pampering her.

  Spencer picked up his phone to place an order for breakfast, unsurprised to find several messages awaiting his attention. One in particular had him smiling. “What do you want us to do with them, sir?”

  He’d almost forgotten about their would-be party crashers. The irony that his father and Kayla’s mother had spent the evening in a playroom quite similar to the one Kayla had created here was not lost on him. He was quite certain that he and Kayla had enjoyed their time a whole lot more than their parents had.