“Whatever,” I rolled my eyes getting out of bed.
“Princess, I have something special planned today. Why don’t you get ready and then we’ll head out.”
“Okay,” I said. “I can’t wait to see what you have planned for us now. I love your surprises,” I leaned down and kissed his forehead.
***
Dylan was sitting on the couch when I came out of the bathroom freshly showered. He gave a low, long whistle as I bent over putting on my socks.
“Look at that ass,” he said sitting there looking at me with his shit eating grin.
“Yes,” I said. “Look at that ass sitting there smiling like a fat kid eating cake.
“What?” he asked throwing his head back, laughing.
“You heard me, I didn’t stutter.”
“Princess, you kill me sometimes. You just come up with shit out of nowhere. You’re so quiet and then bam! You go in for the kill.”
“Get used to it cowboy, there’s plenty more where that came from,” I said winking at him.
“We need to go before this turns into a battle of the wits princess,” he said crossing his arms.
We reached the back of the castle and Dylan grabbed my hand leading me through the lush, colorful gardens. Trees lined the property and a small stream flowed behind the castle. We stopped and watched the stream flow, taking in its simplistic beauty before walking further into the thickness of the trees. There was a narrow opening between a grassy area and Dylan led the way. Inside a blanket was spread and a picnic basket with two champagne glasses awaited us.
“What do you think princess?” he asked.
“I think this is wonderful Dylan, but you spoil me way too much. Aren’t you afraid that I’ll expect this every time?”
He smiled kissing my hand. “Brooke, you can have whatever you want, whenever you want. Whatever you need princess, I’ll give it to you.”
I cocked my head to the side. “Anything Dylan?”
“Brooke,” he said smirking and pulled me into him.
“Well, you said anything,” I replied.
“You’re such a smartass today. I love it, feisty girl. Let’s sit down.”
“Did your mom put this together for us?’ I asked.
Dylan looked wounded. “No Brooke, Dylan put this together for us,” he said sticking his bottom lip out indicating that he was pouting.
“Don’t stick that lip out too far cowboy; or it might just get bitten.”
“Really,” he said sticking his lip out farther.
“You asked for it,” I said climbing on top of him, gently biting at his bottom lip. He cupped my face in both his hands as his lips moved softly over mine, taking me slowly and deeply as he placed his tongue in my mouth. I moaned when his hand reached under my shirt, rubbing my nipple setting me on fire.
“Dylan, please?” I begged.
“What do you need baby,” he asked looking into my eyes.
“I need a release. This waiting shit is killing me.”
“Oh, so you need this?” he asked rubbing my clit.
I threw my head back and cried out, “Oh.”
“Just like that, right baby? Or maybe you need me to do this,” he said inserting two fingers inside of me.
“Yes,” I said. “More.”
“Lay down baby and I’ll take care of you.”
I lay there as he ravished my body with his skilled tongue, devouring me. Dylan pulled up leaving me void of his touch, “No,” I cried.
“Princess, I’m just taking off my pants. It would be a little tough trying to make love to you with my pants on don’t you think?”
I giggled. “Yeah, I suppose so,” I said as he entered me. “Oh god Dylan! Yes, right there. You feel so good, please don’t stop,” I moaned.
“Never baby. I’ll never stop loving you,” he whispered, kissing me.
It didn’t take long before we both released, calling out each other’s names.
“See princess, delayed gratification,” he said collapsing on top of me.
“Yes,” I said trying to catch my breath. “But Dylan, delayed gratification makes us have quickies,” I laughed.
“We’ve been at it for more than an hour Brooke, I would hardly call that a quickie. You know princess; I think you just love having my cock inside of you.”
“You’re just now figuring this out?” I said kissing his forehead.
“No Brooke, I’ve always known. I like teasing you; it makes you so hot.”
I slapped his arm. “You can be so sweet and other times you’re such a pig, Dylan.”
He laughed. “We really should finish up here and head back. I’m sure our guests are probably wondering where we are.”
I knew he was right even though I could have spent the rest of the day sitting, talking and making love to him. I had to remind myself that I had a lifetime with him and that we would only be here for a short time and needed to get the remainder of the wedding plans underway. We were to be married at seven in the evening in the courtyard surrounded by the gardens. Dylan had given me the best gift, his time, his love and I couldn’t have asked for a better man.
***
I was in the castle tower preparing for the wedding. I looked outside and saw chairs covered in white cloth, with large red bows attached to each row. The castles gardens made for a colorful backdrop, enhancing the romantic setting. Dana (my stylist) had just finished pinning the diamond tiara in my up do hairstyle and attached my veil. My make-up had been done in neutral colors providing a natural look. My mother, Stephanie and Mandy entered the room just as I was about to slip into my dress.
Dana unzipped the bag, revealing my dress and instructed me to carefully step into my white tulle ball gown with sheer straps that tapered into an asymmetrical skirt. I added a red, satin sash with a crystal embellished bow around my waist, adding color and sparkle to the princess like dress. I had decided to wear the earrings and necklace that Dylan had given me the night he proposed. Standing in front of the mirror, I saw my mother behind me as she started to cry.
“Mom, please don’t do that.”
“I can’t help it Brooke, you look so beautiful, so happy.”
“I am,” I said holding back tears.
“I’m so happy for you sweetheart. I know Dylan is going to be a wonderful husband.”
“I know,” I said as my nerves began to kick into overdrive. I had no doubts about marrying Dylan but the anticipation would soon be over and our lives would truly begin. I gave my mother a hug before sending her down to join the others. My Uncle Bobby came up to get me and sucked in a deep breath, then exhaled slowly.
“Brooke, you are such a beautiful bride. Dylan is a very lucky man.”
“Thank you, but actually, I’m the lucky one.”
“You love him very much. I can see that. He’s a good man Brooke. I like him and I know that he’ll take good care of you.”
“He’s nothing like Thomas or Stefan, Bobby. He reminds me a lot of you.”
He leaned in and kissed my check. “I think it’s time Brooke. You’ve got a nice young man down stairs waiting for you. Are you ready?”
“Yes,” I nodded. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”
We stood at the door watching Ema and Ally hold hands as they walked and tossed white, rose petals along the red aisle runner. They were precious and Dylan smiled as they reached the front, running up and giving him a hug. Mandy and Stephanie went next. As Stephanie walked down the aisle, I saw Tristan’s lips curve slightly watching her as she reached the front. Everyone stood as the bagpiper began to play the wedding march. “It’s time Brooke,” my uncle said hooking my arm with his. I gripped my bouquet of red and white roses tightly as I began walking slowly down the aisle to Dylan. He looked beautiful in his black tux. His eyes began to water the closer I got to reaching him and he smiled, a heartfelt, loving smile at me. He reached for my hand and pulled me closer to the altar.
“You look beautiful Brooke,” he whispered in my ear.
Pastor O’Malley turned and asked my uncle. “Who gives this woman to this man?”
“Her mother and I do,” my uncle replied.
I could hear my mother and Rebecca sniffling as Dylan and I recited our wedding vows.
“Dylan, do you take Brooke to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold from this day further, for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health until death do you part?”
“I do,” he said.
“Brooke, do you take Dylan to be your lawfully wedded husband, to have and to hold from this day further, for better or for worse, for richer or poorer, in sickness and in health until death do you part?”
“I do,” I said.
“What god has brought together; let no man tear them apart. By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you Mr. and Mrs. Dylan Prescott. Dylan, you may kiss your bride.”
“Finally,” he breathed kissing me long and deep as our guests clapped and whistled. When the kiss broke, we were both laughing. Taking my hand in his we walked down the red carpet deep into the flowered garden area.
“I just want a moment with you alone princess. You are so damn beautiful, I can’t wait to get you out of that dress,” he said cupping my face taking my mouth into a deep, hungry kiss.
“Dylan, you have no idea how badly I want you out of that tux right now.”
“Oh trust me Brooke, I know how mu…”
“There you two are,” Tristan’s voice came booming through the garden. “You two either need to go upstairs or get back out there. Everyone is waiting to greet and congratulate the bride and groom.
“Shit,” Dylan cursed. “I just want one minute with my beautiful bride, is that too much to ask?”
Tristan laughed. “I told you, you’re pussy whipped man. Except now, you’re not whipped over a pussy you can’t have.”
“Fucker,” Dylan laughed pushing Tristan back.
“We better get back,” I said trying not to join in the fun. “We’ll have plenty of time to ourselves once this is over.”
We joined our guests and everyone congratulated us. There were a few family friends from my side but most came from Dylan’s. The governor had even attended the wedding, bringing along a nice young woman, his mistress I assumed since I knew it wasn’t his wife. They were flying back in the morning but since Dylan and the governor had become good friends he wanted to be here to support him.
Dylan and I sat down inside the castle dining room as dinner was served. I was starving since I hadn’t had anything to eat since our early morning picnic. Dylan and I both had fresh salmon, baby potatoes and green beans as our main dish. After dinner, we had our first dance as husband and wife. Dylan chose the song Then by Brad Paisley. As the music played he held me close, sweeping me across the dance floor as he tenderly kissed my lips. Everyone clapped at the end of the song when he dipped me backwards.
Luke stood and gave a toast to me and Dylan.
“I have never seen my little brother so happy and that’s because of you Brooke. I feel blessed to have gained a sister and I look forward to watching our family grow and create many more wonderful memories in the future. Here’s to a long, happy marriage.”
We raised our glasses and sipped champagne.
Then Stephanie stood.
“My sister didn’t smile until she met you Dylan. I remember when she first told me about you, how her eyes lit up, her whole demeanor changed. I’m glad that you pursued her because she would be lost without you. Our family loves you and we’re excited that you’re a part of our lives now. Here’s to many happy years of marriage and lots of babies.”
Everyone laughed as they raised their glasses.
Dylan leaned in and whispered in my ear. “Making babies sounds like lots of fun, let’s cut the cake and get out of here.”
I giggled. “What happened to delayed gratification cowboy,” I said. “What if I have a headache and I’m not the mood?”
“Well then I suggest you take some ibuprofen and get in the mood,” he exhaled restlessly.
“That bad, huh Dylan?”
“Brooke, you have no idea. I’ve wanted you since I saw you walk down the aisle in that dress. All I can think about is getting you out of it.”
“Okay baby, let’s go cut the cake,” I said kissing his cheek.
I knew I was probably in for a real treat when it came to cutting the cake. Dylan’s ornery streak was bound to come out some time and what better time than when feeding your spouse cake on your wedding day. Dylan had chosen the cake for our special day. It was simple, elegant and beautiful. There were three squared layers, the bottom layer was white; center layer red and the top layer white. Red and white roses accented the cake by adding beauty to the simplicity of each layer.
Dylan cut small slivers of cake from the bottom tier, revealing red velvet cake. As Dylan gently pushed the cake in my mouth, I heard him groan which made me laugh. I knew he was dying and we had yet to do the garter and the tossing of the bouquet. Next was my turn with the cake. Since Dylan had been so sweet and nice with his piece I decided to smear his on his face. Everyone laughed and cheered as I wiped his face clean and then walked over to the corner where a chair awaited us for the removal of the garter. I knew this was going to be tough for Dylan since I knew the state he was already in. I giggled to myself. That’s what you get for your damn delayed gratification crap. Serves you right, maybe I should just drag this out a little longer and continue the torture.
“What is that look for?” he asked cocking his head, smirking.
“Oh, you’ll find out soon enough,” I laughed.
“Alright princess, let’s get started,” he said running his hand up and down my leg.
I rolled my eyes. “Try to exercise some self control,” I scolded.
“With you Brooke, never.”
His breath hitched; his jaw twitching as he reached the red and white, satin and lace garter. He slowly slid it down my leg, letting his fingers glide along my skin. Everything inside of me ignited.
“Hurry up,” I said, my voice low.
“What’s the matter princess? Do you need something now?”
“Yes! I need you to get that off of my leg before our guests realize that you’re feeling me up.”
He threw his head back and laughed. “Brooke, I don’t give a shit what they think. You’re my wife now, I can feel you up whenever, wherever and however I want. Besides, I’d be willing to bet that they know what we’ll be doing after this reception is over.”
“Don’t count on it cowboy. If you don’t hurry up and get that off of me, you won’t be getting anything. Understand?”
“Baby, you’re cute when you make idle threats; I promise by the time we hit that bed, you’ll be begging for what I’m going to give you. I know you’re already wet, I can see it in your eyes, feel it straight down to my cock. Your body is talking to mine and you’d better listen to it, prepare yourself, because baby, I am going to rock. your. world.”
I closed my eyes, trying not to show any signs of how turned on I was. Tristan’s laugh boomed through the room. Shit! I thought. He knows.
***
It was getting late and the reception was finally dying down. Tristan had caught the garter and Stephanie and Mandy fought over the bouquet. Mandy finally won out. Guests that had flown in were staying at the castle since it had enough rooms to accommodate a small army. After an hour of saying goodnight to everyone, Dylan swept me off my feet and carried me up the stairs to our room.
CHAPTER 15
Dylan held true to his promise of making me beg by performing a slow, sexy, strip tease out of his tux. I wasn’t allowed to touch, only watch. It was pure hell. I wanted to run my fingers up and down his chiseled body, but each time I tried, he took a step back away from me. I was frustrated, tired, excited; needing to be held and he was playing a game.
“What can I do for you Mrs. Prescott,” he asked teasing me some more.
“You can come ov
er here and get me out of this dress,” I replied.
“Oh no baby, I love you in that dress. Maybe I should have you wear that while I fuck you.”
I licked my lips in anticipation my heart beating faster.
“Maybe you should. Either way, I just wish you would come over here and do it.”
“Now what fun would that be Brooke? Part of the pleasure is the buildup to it, don’t you agree?” he asked as his lips curled.
“Sometimes,” I said softly.
“I think you like it all the time Brooke, you’re just afraid to admit it.”
“I’m not afraid to admit anything stud. I see what I want and I go for it and right now I want you.”
“Come here baby,” he said reaching for my hand pulling me into a knee buckling kiss.
My tongue met his stroke for stroke, twisting, twirling breathing him in. “Mmm,” I moaned arching my back, giving into his touch as he slowly unzipped my dress removing the straps from my shoulders.
“You’re beautiful Brooke, and all mine now.”
“Yes, yours,” I said stepping out of the dress now pooled at my feet.
“I have a gift you Mrs. Prescott.”
“I love your gifts Mr. Prescott,” I replied staring at his cock.
He laughed. “Not that gift, not yet anyway. This one,” he said walking over to the table by the bed.
He pulled out a square box and handed it to me. I opened it revealing a diamond bracelet that matched my necklace and earrings that he had given me on the night of our engagement.
“Dylan,” I sighed. “It’s beautiful.”
“Not as beautiful as you Brooke, but it’ll do,” he said placing the bracelet on my wrist. “I want you dressed in diamonds and nothing else princess.”
I stood on my tip toes, taking his tongue into my mouth. He removed my lacey, white panties and strapless bra, exposing my ready and wanting body. I was dressed in nothing but the diamonds he had given me. I felt sexy, beautiful, and completely loved by the man I knew was my soul mate. He reached up removing the tiara and pins from my hair as each lock fell to my shoulders then ran his hands up and down my body as I fell back on the bed. My body immediately responded to his touch, leaving me aching for more. I let out a loud cry when his fingers spread me, his tongue gently, teasingly sliding along my slit.
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