“I have to agree with you, Blake. It’s with us both tonight.” She smiles and melts my heart.
The justice of the peace clears his throat and I suppose he’d like to begin the ceremony. Reluctantly I turn to look at him and he proceeds to tell us what to say to one another.
The words I feel resonate through my body as I’ve never meant more from what I’ve said before. I am promising things and meaning them with every fiber of my being.
This woman is mine to protect, love, cherish, and keep with me forever. It’s a big responsibility and at this moment all I can think is, bring it on.
Rachelle
Peyton, Lexi, and I dance to a rock beat as Kip managed to highjack a small band and got them to play one of his songs for us. We scream like we’re his biggest fans, which I assume we are.
A hand runs along my side and lips touch my cheek as Blake slides in behind me, wrapping his arms around me and moving with me to the music. His words fall warm on my ear, “I love you, Mrs. Chandler.”
My lips quirk into a sideways grin as I think about my new name. I am Blake’s wife! Someday, I’ll be the mother of Blake’s children!
No matter what happens in this crazy life, I will hang onto these moments when we came together to become one.
I turn in his arms and wrap mine around his neck, dancing with him. Max has one arm around Lexi and one around Peyton as they sway to the music and look at us.
Max gives me a nod and a smile. If it weren’t for his brutal honesty I might not be dancing here in the arms of the man I love. I mouth the words, thank you, to him and bury my head in Blake’s neck.
I press my lips to his neck as he moves us to the music. His chest vibrates against mine as he moans. I whisper in his ear, “After this song, let’s disappear to our room, okay?”
Blake nods and dances closer to Max and the girls. “Hey guys, we’re going to take off for the night. Let’s meet up for breakfast in the morning.”
They laugh and Max says, “Got it. You want to consummate the nuptials, we get it.”
I blush and hide my face as Blake dances us away from our friends. I lean on him as he holds me tight and takes me to the elevator. There are people in it and I find myself wishing there was no one in it as all I can think about is getting my clothes off and wrapping myself with my husband.
The way Blake’s looking at me with a hunger in his eyes tells me he’s on the same page I am. The elevator doors open on our floor and he pulls me out and we run down the long hallway to our hotel room.
He runs the card to open the door and pushes it open. I start to walk in, but he suddenly picks me up and carries me into the room. His mouth takes mine as he takes me inside and the door shuts behind us.
He places my feet back on the floor and takes his mouth off mine, looking at me intensely. “How do you feel?”
“Better than I ever have,” I say and reach up and push his black suit jacket off his wide shoulders then unbutton his white shirt and run my hands over his muscled chest.
He pulls me close and runs his hands over my back and unzips the back of the white dress then pushes it off my shoulders, sending it down my body, landing in a heap at my feet.
Blake moves me to step away from it and I step out of my heels as I do. In only my white, lacey bra and panties, I push his shirt the rest of the way off and unbutton his slacks and push them off as well. His black, boxer briefs are all that’s left.
He unhooks my bra and pulls it off me then pulls me close, pressing my breasts to his naked chest. He sighs and pushes me back then steps back and runs his hands down my hips, taking the panties off then dropping what’s left off him.
His fingers graze my sex before he picks me up and carries me to the bed. Lying me back on the pillows, he looks into my eyes and I can truthfully say I have never felt so loved.
And so our marriage begins!
Soft kisses he trails over my body, starting at my toes and moving all the way up until his lips touch mine. They’re sweet and now they’re all mine and mine alone. My hand runs around to cup the back of his neck and press his lips harder to mine.
He kisses me harder and sends shivers through my body as his fingertips trail lightly over my ribs. I sigh with the way I feel for him. All the running, all the insecurities are over. I’m done with that and only moving forward with this man and our life together.
My breasts are pressed by his muscled chest and I can feel his heart pounding in his chest. It’s hard and insistent and I get to hear it forever. Blake’s tongue lingers on my lips as he begins to pull his mouth from mine.
His blue, brown eyes blink a few times as he looks at me. “Rachelle, I’ve never been happier. This seems like a dream to me.”
“It’s no dream, Blake. We’re married. About to start a journey together. Just you and I.” I kiss his lips, punctuating my sentence.
His fingers touch my cheeks and he pulls his mouth from mine again and looks at me as he strokes my face. “You’re so beautiful. You are my future, baby.”
“And you’re mine.”
His lips press against my forehead and the intense feelings he has are radiating out of him. Trailing kisses from my forehead, down my cheeks, he lands his lips on my neck, sending heat to my lower regions.
Both hands find my breasts and he squeezes them as he nips at my neck. One of his legs goes over mine, pressing my legs apart as he moves his body over mine, slowly. My body is aching for him and his deliberate slow pace is killing me.
Blake is all about the build-up though so I run my hands over his back and think about how great his muscles feel under my hands. His dick it thick and hard against my leg. I can feel it throb as it continues to grow and my insides are on fire as they long to feel it moving like that against them.
His breath warms my ear as he rests his mouth against it and just breathes. The way it sounds and feels makes me go even wetter and I arch up to him. “Please,” I moan. “Please, Blake, fill me now. I need you, baby.”
“I know you do,” he mumbles as he kisses down my neck and over my chest all the way down until his hot lips press against my throbbing clit.
I nearly fall apart with just that, but he stops and looks up at me. “Hang on to that until I tell you.”
I have to grip the sheet in both hands to keep myself from having the orgasm, but I do as he says to. His mouth goes back down on me, hot and wet. I moan as he kisses and licks me. My legs start to shake as I hold back the impending orgasm.
His tongue runs down and then up. In one swift motion his body moves up mine and he thrusts into me as he looks at me. “Come.”
I let the sheets go and run my hands over his back and rake my nails over it as I release the wave and listen to him groan as he thrusts in and out of my convulsing body. “Shit! Damn that feels so fucking amazing, baby.”
My legs quiver and shake as his dick moving in and out of me keeps the orgasm going. I feel like I might burst with the intense feeling. A low moan moves up my throat and as my body is racked with ecstasy it turns into a shrill scream.
His mouth crashes on mine to quiet my noise and he moves faster and harder into me. Finally, his body goes tense, and he shoots into me. My orgasm peaks and starts to ebb, leaving little pulses ticking away at me as it goes away.
My chest heaves as I try to catch my breath and Blake releases my mouth as he tries to catch his. “Wow!” I manage to get out.
“Wow, indeed!” Blake adds.
He rolls away and I welcome the cool air to aid my body’s heat. His hand slips over mine as he lies by my side. I start to giggle a little. “So, that was a little different, wasn’t it?”
“You felt that too?” he asks through ragged breaths.
“Yep. I guess now that we know neither of us is going anywhere our bodies really let go this time,” I say and turn over and lay my head on his heaving chest.
His arm runs around my shoulders, pulling me tight to him and he kisses the top of my head. “Maybe. I don’t know exactl
y why. I just know I’m really glad.”
I just know I’m really glad too!
Blake
Only three years into our marriage and Rachelle has made it big time. Her restaurant just received a five-star review, and she was offered a television series where she’ll host new chefs each week.
She says she doesn’t have time for that, but I bet she figures out how to make time for it. I pull into our driveway at our huge cabin in Colorado and turn to look back at our kids.
Rachelle and I went to the children’s home on our first year anniversary and found that little Sally and Toby Portis were available for adoption, so we adopted them. A year later we had a son. We named him Josh, and he’s a little over a year old now.
Our Dalmatian, Freckles, makes her way out to greet us as Toby and Sally pile out of the Suburban. They run to the dog we got a few days after we got married. Toby pats her head as Sally runs her hand over her back and they ask her if she missed them while we were gone to the store.
I pull Josh out of his car seat then place him on the ground and he toddles away to join his brother and sister. Rachelle opens the front door and waves at me.
She had an appointment today and I’m eager to find out why as she just told me that I had the kids today then said she’d be back later. Well, its later and I’m dying to know why she went to the doctor.
Her smile is wide as I come up the steps, helping Josh get up them. The other kids rush past Rachelle to get in the house. I let Josh’s hand go as he goes inside, following his big brother and sister.
Taking my wife into my arms, I kiss her then ask, “So, what’s up with you?”
Her hand trails over my face. She loves the new beard I’m sporting. I figure if we’re going to live in the wilderness I might as well look the part of a mountain man. She sighs and kisses my bearded cheek.
“Not much, I just went to go see my doctor.” She runs her fingers up and down my bicep then stops and takes it on her hand, squeezing it and letting out a little whimper. “I love the way that feels. Like that alone gets me so damn hot, Blake.”
“Baby, stop playing with me. Are you feeling well?” I take her chin in my hand and make her look at me instead of my arm.
“I feel fantastic. I didn’t go because I was feeling bad. Are you hungry?” she asks going off subject. “I made this new recipe with shrimp and lobster. The sauce has mangos in it. It’s really delicious. Come on, you have to try it.” She pulls at me to go inside the house where the kids are arguing over what cartoon to watch.
She pauses as she walks in front of the television, pulling me along after her. With a flick of the remote, she puts on their favorite cartoon which they all seem to forget is their favorite and they fall into a television zombie spell and sit on the sofa as they become mesmerized by the screen.
Even little Josh sits on his haunches and seems to be dazed by the colors or the sound or a combination of them both. Rachelle pulls me along to the kitchen with her.
A cake is on the bar and I look over at it. She takes my face between her small hands and makes me look at her. “Not yet. I don’t want you to see that just yet.”
“Why? What are you hiding?” I ask as I wrap my arms around her and pull her tight to me. “You’ve been shady this whole last week. Did you take that television offer? Is this how you’re telling me that we’re about to have a film crew in here once a week or something like that?”
She shakes her head and smiles but says nothing. Her eyes go soft and she runs her arms around my neck and kisses me. It’s sweet and light, but there’s more there. Her tongue runs languidly over mine and her pulse is strong and steady, but not fast like she’s particularly excited.
Her hands run over my back and down until she has both my ass cheeks in her hands and she squeezes them and presses me to her. Her kiss gets hungry in an instant and she grinds into me.
Though all I really want to do now is pick her up and spirit her away to our massive bedroom, I pull away from her and laugh. “Okay, tell me. No more playing around.”
“You are so damn good looking, Blake!” She tries to pull me to her again.
I hold her arms and make her stay still. “Tell me now!”
Her cell phone rings as it lies on the bar near us and we both look over to see Peyton’s name flashing. “I should answer that,” she says. “They’re all on the way over. She may want to tell me something important.”
Reluctantly I release her and let her answer the phone. “Hey girl!” she says and looks at me. I start to walk away and get a glimpse of that cake that looks like there’s writing on.
Her hand darts out, and she grabs my wrist and hangs on tight. I look back at her and she shakes her head then says into the phone, “Okay, we’re here. See you guys in about an hour then.” She ends the call and places the phone on the bar again. Her arms go back around my neck and she asks, “Now, where were we?”
I wrap my arms around her waist and answer, “You were about to tell me why you went to the doctor.”
“Was I?” she asks as she smiles innocently at me. “I’m not sure I was going to do that. I think I was going to kiss you a little bit more.”
“Your eyes are dancing with delight, baby. Just tell me so mine can too.” I kiss the tip of her cute little nose and give her ass a slap. “Don’t make me take you up to our room.”
Her eyes light up and she wiggles against me. “Hmm. Maybe that would be even better.”
“Rachelle, now!” I order and give her my no nonsense look that really doesn’t get anyone to do what I want them to, but I haven’t seemed to let it go yet.
“Okay, bossy!” she says as she turns in my arms and takes me to the cake. “Read it.”
It’s my favorite cake, a French vanilla and there’s lavender writing on it and four candles for some damn reason. I read it out loud, “To Blake, the best daddy in the world.” I turn to her as she begins to light the candles. “Well, thanks, sweetie, but what are the candles for?”
“They’re for your kids.” She gives me a smile and places my hand on her flat stomach. “You have one more now.”
“What? How the hell? Rachelle, I thought you were taking birth control! I mean, I know you were, right?” I shout.
The way she looks at me has me regretting how I’m shouting. She has this hurt expression and her cheeks are going red. “I’m sorry.”
I pull her into my arms and laugh. “No! Don’t be sorry. I’m surprised is all. I’m happy about it. I just thought we were going to wait a couple of years that’s all. You know, we talked about it.”
“Well, I forgot to take my pills a bunch here lately, and I messed up and now we’re pregnant again. I didn’t do it on purpose. I’m just so busy with the restaurant and the kids and everything that I kept forgetting,” she says with tears in her voice.
“Don’t cry, baby!” I hold her tight. “This is great news!”
“Is it? I mean, are you really okay with this?” She looks up at me with shiny eyes and it makes my heart heave.
“It’s more than okay with me, Rachelle.” I take her lips in a tender kiss as she runs her hands up and takes my hair into her fists.
Now I know why she got so hot so quickly when she brought me in here. The last pregnancy showed me a side of her I never knew before. The hormones make her nearly insatiable.
Lucky me!
Rachelle
Crickets chirp and coyotes howl as I lie in bed and wait for Blake to come join me after telling the kids their bedtime story. He is hands down the best father in the world. He’s right up there as the greatest husband too.
Six months ago I found out I was pregnant again. This is our second natural child, and she was unplanned, but loved no less than any of the rest of them.
In only three years, we managed to fill our huge mountain cabin with a real family, complete with the dog my husband dreamed of. My mother we got into a facility to help her with her many problems. My father was a bit of a nightmare to get help for, bu
t eventually I found an organization to get him out from under the bridge.
He is still crazy as hell, but he’s crazy as hell inside a building now. I found it best to stay away from him as he tended to go off on me, ranting about my mother and throwing things.
It’s enough for me that I got him off the side of the road. I can live with that.
I’d love to report that I am one hundred percent fixed and have no more emotional problems, but that would be a lie. I have to fight myself to let Blake love me like he wants to. I sometimes think he’s too good to be true and find myself becoming distant.
I would never leave him though. I’d never leave this family we’ve built together. When my mind goes all stupid, I mostly get quiet and Blake figures out what’s going on and he loves me back to myself. He’s really good at that.
The door opens and my gorgeous man comes into our monster sized bedroom, wearing his pajama bottoms and a soft grey V-necked T-shirt. He looks handsome and his beard is trimmed up neatly.
I love the beard. Never thought I would, but the way it feels against my skin makes me a little bit insane, but in a good way.
“Hey, baby,” he says as he pulls his shirt off over his head, making his biceps bulge and taking my breath away as my eyes find his tight abs and pecs.
I lick my lips as my insides heat and I look up into his eyes as he gets to the edge of the bed. I toss the blanket back to show him I have nothing on and it earns me a wiggle from his eyebrows.
He drops the PJ bottoms and my teeth take my bottom lip between them as I bite down and moan. “Blake.”
Blake climbs onto our big and plush bed. “Say it again, baby.”
I moan his name again as he runs his hand over my large belly. He kisses it and says, “Daddy loves you, Abby.”
We picked her name out last night and hearing him talk to our baby girl like that makes my heart quiver with love for him. I place my hand over his and follow his motions over my stomach. He looks up at me with a smile.
“I love Momma too,” he says and kisses his way up to my lips.
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