Happily Ever Never

by Jennifer Foor

  I sauntered toward him, breaking the distance between us and taking the fabric into my hands. “You gave me no choice. You’d just gotten out of the shower. Beads of water were running down your chest. I didn’t want to get my clothes wet when I licked them off,” I reminded him.

  “I remember.” He backed me up until the mattress stopped us. I was fully aware where this was leading, and with my stress levels at a high, I knew I wouldn’t turn him down. “How about you sit that slip down so we can get to making a baby?”

  As the sheer fabric left my hand I became lost in the moment. Major lifted me up to sit on the bed. He pulled my legs up and tugged gently on my pajama shorts and panties, taking them off my feet at the same time. He then wrapped my legs around his waist. I leaned up on my elbows and removed one of his oversized T-shirts I liked to sleep in. Now bare and exposed, I lifted my arms above my head and rested them on the bed. Major stared down at my body he’d memorized long ago. Eagerness was in his eyes, but I knew he wouldn’t rush it – he never did. My man was always patient to be sure every single moment of our love making was just as good as the first time. While my legs remained situated at his hips, I felt the tips of his fingers trailing over each of them. His eyes were fixed on mine, as if to send me messages without speaking. The crisp air from the ceiling fan above made me shiver as my nipples hardened. He wanted this to happen. Major longed to have me tremble beneath him. With every touch, each embrace, he was taunting me. I turned my head to the side and closed my eyes as those fingertips reached the skin of my inner thighs. I could feel parts of me reacting to his tracing. A low giggle escaped my lips as he coursed over the base of my pussy; a spot he knew tickled.

  With the back of one hand, he slid over that sensitive spot again, getting an immediate reaction out of me. My muscles tightened as I laid there praying he’d keep going. He was right there, inches from taking me with his fingers. He tugged his boxers down, springing to life immediately. With the brush of his thumb over my clit I beckoned for more. He sucked on two more, gliding them over my aroused bud with ease. Just as I was about to lose control he stopped. With my legs still spread, he lifted them higher until they sat on each of his broad shoulders. I’d never been very attracted to the muscular type of man, but Major gave physique a new meaning. He was well defined, but not too large. His strength was obvious, both with how much weight he could lift and what his body was able to endure. It took a lot for my man to break a sweat. He still went to the gym, but preferred running five miles each morning, while I tended to walk in the evenings to stay at a healthy weight.

  Again, with the back of his hands, he glided over my skin, trailing up my waist and abdomen until he reached the smoothness between my breasts. I inhaled and exhaled heavily, prepared for him to caress and massage my breasts like I was so used to him doing.

  Major leaned forward sucking a nipple into his mouth. He then turned his attention to the opposite side, leaving a trail of saliva as his tongue left it. I gasped, giving in to the raw intensity it left me feeling.

  There were times where I’d be patient and let him have his way with me. This however wasn’t the time. I twisted my body, crawling further back on the bed so he’d have to chase me. With my ass in the air, I motioned with one finger for him to climb behind me. Major didn’t waste time following my lead. His hands were on my ass as he positioned himself behind me, leaning forward to place tender kisses, first on the small of my back, and then around my shoulders. When he reached my neck chills ran through every inch of my skin. A moan escaped my lips as I was turned over. He cozied his body up to hover over mine. His gold chain with a cross sat flat on the skin between my breasts. It was cold, causing my nipples to harden beyond what they already were. Major lunged forward, placing his lips over mine. Quickly our tongues began to mingle. I ran both hands up his strong arms, needing to touch every part of him that I was able. His lips parted from mine, yet remained close enough where I could feel his breath as he spoke. “I don’t care how long it takes us. We’re going to fill this house with children, Bailey. I’ll be a good dad. I’m going to make sure they can count on me to be there for them. I’ll never let you down.”

  I reached up and ran my hand over his cheek. “I know you won’t. You’re everything we’ll need, Major. I think I knew it from the moment you allowed me to be a part of your life. Becoming your wife will be wonderful, but in my heart I’m already yours. I can’t wait to start our family. I hope all of our children look like you.”

  “That might be a problem, since I want them to all to look like you,” he teased. “Maybe they’ll have both of our good attributes.”

  “As long as they’re healthy I won’t care. We’ll raise them with morals and make sure they never want for anything.”

  “If we spoil them, my parents won’t have anything to do. Besides, I’m pretty certain even your old dad might come around once he holds his first grandson.”

  “Grandson? What if it’s a girl?”

  “It won’t be. I know we’ll have a boy first. Everyone in my family always has. It’s tradition.”

  I let out a laugh. “You do know it doesn’t work that way? Though, if I had the choice, I’d want them all to have your olive skin.” I snickered against his body. “You’re being silly if you think you know those types of things.”

  “You’ll see,” he assured me. Without further ado, Major took my hand and raised it up to his lips. He held it there, kissing it tenderly twice. “Where were we?”

  “You were about to make love to me, in case you’ve forgotten.” I brought my knee up to rub over his erection. Right away he reacted with a deep groan.

  Major kissed me between my breasts, working his way south until he reached the base of my pussy. There was no use squirming out of his reach. What he was about to do would only bring the utmost of pleasure. When his lips trailed across my sex I would forget about the stress and succumb to utter bliss. He would control me with his effortless skills, and I would reward him equally afterwards.

  Then it happened.

  I felt his tongue drawing a pattern on my clit. His circular motions were applied with pressure, enough to be certain he had me completely aroused. I drug my fingers over my lips, sucking one into my mouth to elude how rapidly my first orgasm was nearing. When that didn’t help I ran both hands over my delicate breasts, cupping them and finally massaging the tips with my thumbs. I pinched my own nipples while Major took me to the brink, then pulled away. He knew me too well. His ornery grin told me he was trying to drive me crazy. He wanted me to beg for more, and I was prepared to do it.

  Before I could part my lips to get the words out, Major dove back down, this time dragging his tongue inside of me. I gasped and threw my butt up off the mattress as my body lost control. His lips vibrated with his own sounds as he felt me orgasm against his mouth. My release may have only lasted seconds, but I surely wasn’t finished. We’d only just begun. While Major was busy bringing me pleasure, I was on a mission to please him until I felt overexerted.

  I’d no sooner flipped us over and traveled downward when I felt him lifting me back up to his lips. “Not so fast. As much as I like the way your mouth feels around my cock, I’d much rather be inside of you, making love with you, proving how much of a good husband I’ll be. Love me, Bella. Please don’t stop.” He entered me, and in that moment nothing else existed except us. I don’t know if it was true, but I swear it was the encounter where we conceived; where our future was already playing out before our eyes.

  An hour later we lay there together in our bed. The covers had been kicked off, and the sheets weren't tucked. Major played with my fingers, lacing his own with mine. We were both on our backs staring up at the ceiling. The ambiance in the room was set by a small lamp, which happened to have a pillow case strewn over it. I have no idea how or when it was removed from the pillow, but it had happened at some point.

  I knew there was an unfilled suitcase still on the floor needing attention. We were both aware there w
as much to do before we left the country. I just don’t think either of us cared. Both of us needed to forget for a little while. We wanted a reprieve, if only temporary.

  Being in this position with him by my side only reminded me of all the things that kept us distracted lately. It’s wasn’t easy planning a destination wedding, even if some of his family lived there. The language barrier had been a struggle for me from the get-go. Major was usually the person who had to make the phone calls, leaving me frustrated and feeling incapable. I knew he helped without complaining, but I wanted to do my part. It wasn’t just my wedding. It was both of ours.

  I wish that was all that filled my mind. Had it been my only struggle I think I’d manage okay. The fact that I still had family of his to meet left me nervous and uneasy. They were big into tradition and I wasn’t a strong Italian woman. They’d be able to tell immediately, especially after they met my father. My only hope was that he’d steer clear of them on account of not being able to understand what they were saying. Even with the extra reassurance from Major’s parents, I worried if they were only appeasing me for their son’s benefit, and also the fact that I wouldn’t know if they were calling me derogatory names. It didn’t help that men and women weren’t supposed to live together until they were married.

  With so much on my mind I rolled over onto Major’s chest, appreciating the way his arms felt when they wrapped around my back. His lips kissed the top of my head. “Maybe we should elope,” I suggested.

  “No. we can’t, and we’re not. We’re not doing what Shawna and Nathan did. Our wedding will be the happiest day of our lives. You’ll see. It’s all going to work out. Stop worrying. As long as you walk down that aisle nothing can go wrong.”

  I smiled and closed my eyes. “There’s nowhere else I’ll be.”

  Chapter 4

  If there was one thing about Major’s life for me to complain about it would be his best friend Vince.

  Even though I knew he owned the gym my fiancée frequented, I felt like he was a traveling nomad. He couldn’t stay in one place for a long period of time. In the two years I’d known him he’d gone through at least a dozen different women. He thought his shit didn’t stink, and that anything with breasts wanted to give it up to him.

  I found him rude, arrogant, and shallow amongst other things.

  Vincent Gallo wasn’t anything to write home about in my book. I’d witness him speaking of the type of women he went after. If it was just the fear of being tied down maybe I could give him a bit of acceptance, but the man knew how to rub me the wrong way. He was constantly hitting on someone, and more than one occasion that someone was me. Now, I’m pretty naive when it comes to knowing when someone is joking, but I swore his advances were sincere, while Major only laughed them off and told me not to worry about it.

  Since I knew Vince would be in my life forever, I tried my best to keep the peace, after all, he did love my husband-to-be like a brother. Even though Major had three of them that were blood related, Vince always seemed to be the one to drop everything if he needed it. Above all he was his best friend. I couldn’t begin to compete with the level of friendship the two of them shared, and I wasn’t about to try to come between them. I respected that Major loved him, and knew he saw something in Vince that no one else did.

  I awoke to the sound of voices getting louder, as if they were coming into the bedroom. Since I wasn’t dressed I pulled the covers up over my body. Major came into view first. “Bails, are you dressed?”

  “No!” I answered loudly so Vince would get the hint.

  He barged right in like he had every right to do so. “What’s up, woman? Do you mind if I kidnap your husband for the day?”

  Was he kidding? We still had things to do – like a ton of things to do. “Um, can it wait until after the wedding?”

  “It can’t,” Vince alleged. “This is necessary. He’s coming with me, Bails. I’m sure you can handle one day without him. I mean, I know he’s hung like a stallion, but come on, it’s just a dick.”

  I rolled my eyes and gritted down on my teeth, attempting to refrain from jumping out of my bed naked to physically choke him.

  When I looked over at Major his eyes were pleading with me. In that moment Vince wasn’t in the room. It was just the two of us. “Come on, Bella. I’ll be home before dinner. I promise to help you when I return. Okay?”

  I nodded, but said nothing as he ambled over to plant a quick kiss on my lips.

  “I’ll see you tonight. No worrying while I’m gone.”

  The sound of the front door closing sent me falling back down on my pillow in frustration. How could Major think it was okay to duck out on me when we had so much left to plan and pack?

  For a time I played on my phone, checking my messages, and making sure I had everything in order for my time away. Since it was a Saturday morning, I turned on the television and watched the History channel. By noon, I’d succumbed to the fact that I hadn’t gotten out of bed at all. Since I was determined to keep going, I climbed out from under the warm covers and began getting dressed into some comfortable yoga pants and one of Major’s old T’s. With one sock on and the other still in my hand, I heard the doorbell ring. Since I wasn’t expecting anyone, I hobbled out of my room to investigate who it could be.

  Standing in the front yard were at least twenty women – some my friends, other’s Major’s family, and people I’d met since we’d been together. They all had gifts in their hands, and that’s when I realized exactly what was going on. “Surprise!”

  I covered my face with my hands in shock that they’d had my bridal shower planned without me knowing. As flabbergasted as I was, there was still the fact that I wasn’t dressed for the occasion. Shawna was all smiles, as if she’d helped plan the whole ordeal. My mother-in-law to be snatched me up in a hug. “Are you surprised or did my son spill the beans?”

  I pulled away and motioned toward my choice of attire. “Does it look like I had an inkling you were up to this?”

  She laughed and patted me on the shoulder. “We brought everything with us. Go on and get changed while we set up.”

  I shouldn’t have even cared about my choice of clothing since people were already snapping pictures. Since I knew I’d never hear the end of it, I made my way upstairs to find something appropriate. Before dressing, I snatched my phone off the nightstand and messaged Major.

  Did you have this planned? – B

  He replied almost immediately.

  I don’t know what you’re talking about ;) – M

  I snickered to myself while responding

  I’ll forgive you. Love you. – B

  Have fun. Love you too. – M

  I chose a romper covered in a floral pattern since I knew I’d be comfortable. After putting my now long brown locks into a messy bun and slapping on makeup, I made my way back downstairs to join the festivities.

  Shawna has taken a chair from the dining room and set it up in the corner of the den. Hung from it were balloons with bride and shower written on them. I was escorted to sit in the said chair while they arranged themselves around the room. Decorated packages were shoved on my lap one at a time, while Shawna sat close recording every gift I opened.

  Even though Major and I had accumulated a house full of belongings, we were gifted towels, dishes, china, and even a few throw pillows someone had handmade. We received a ton of gift cards, and even a few checks with little notes stating they were to help with the costs of the wedding. The last gift I was presented with was in a bag. My future mother-in-law handed it to me and winked. “This one comes from Sicily originally. We didn’t want to wait until you arrived there to give it to you.”

  I reached into the bag and pulled out a very old blanket. It was obvious it had been used. Parts of the edging were frayed and the print was worn. I looked up at Major’s mother wondering what it was. She handed me a card but said nothing to explain.

  Dear Bailey Ellis – Future bride of Major Antonio Valero,


  This blanket has brought our family many children. Put this on your bed and it will fill your womb. God bless.

  Grandmother V.

  It was a pregnancy blanket. I was never superstitious, but knew it was important to follow their traditions. I knew they were accepting me when many Italian families still wanted to arrange marriages. Since I wasn’t Italian there was no chance I’d ever be chosen, not that Major would ever let it happen.

  I smiled and hugged the soft material. “Thank you. I’ll put it on our bed tonight.”

  With the presents all opened, the crowd of people made their way to the kitchen to fetch plates of food that everyone had prepared and brought with them. I mingled within the crowd, hoping to make sure I thanked everyone for being a part of my special day. Late afternoon came quickly. We’d played games and talked about our upcoming ceremony. Everyone was insistent on giving me marriage advice, even though I somehow knew Major and I would do just fine on our own. Ever since the day I’d met him we’d been in sync. Nothing anyone said could deter our relationship.

  Just imagining things that could possibly go wrong made me think about Vince and what the guys could have been up to for such a long time. When the last guest left I headed upstairs and called Major.

  The background music was loud and I could hear a female speaking to them followed by someone cheering.

  “Can I call you back?” Was how he answered.

  “I’m only checking on you. Is everything okay? Where are you?”

  Before Major was able to give me an answer I heard Vince’s voice on the other end of the call. “I told you he was in good hands, Bails. Calm your tits and let the man sow his last oats. He’ll be all yours soon enough.”

  “Soon enough?” My blood was already boiling. “He’s already mine. Where are you? You better not have him at some sleazy Baltimore strip club letting those dirty women paw all over him.”