by Joanna Blake
I watched him walk away, still rearranging his clothes. Our neighbor Mrs. Beecham, walked out her front door at that exact moment. She took one look at him, then back at my house.
He grinned and wished her a good morning.
I shouldn’t have been surprised when Mrs. Beecham wished him good morning right back.
I fell back into my bed, feeling warm and loved. And very, very satisfied.
Only four days left until my wedding…
This one was going to be the kind of wedding little girls dreamed of.
I fell asleep with a smile on my face.
Chapter Twenty Four
Chandler
Finally, it was here. Saturday September 24th. Our wedding day.
Well, our official one anyway.
I stood on a low hill overlooking the lake in a sport coat and tie. My hair was neatly combed into submission with gel and determination. I was freshly shaven. In my pocket was a box holding a slender gold band.
Joss stood beside me as my best man.
Bear, Chaz, DJ and Mike had all flown down to serve as groomsmen.
A bunch of male strippers wearing dress clothes… well, it had all the ladies present fanning themselves.
We were quite a spectacle.
Shari and Katey were walking down the aisle now, scattering rose petals. I stood up straight. It was happening.
Showtime.
I felt my heart stop as Carolina appeared.
Her white dress was simple, elegant and classic. Just like her. Her hair was twisted high on her crown with flowers woven into it. A few tendrils had been allowed to escape, framing her beautiful face.
Her eyes were clear as she walked towards me. Love shone out of them, plain as day. I knew I was the luckiest man alive in that moment.
She looked like an angel.
Hell, she was an angel.
She had been anyway. Before I corrupted her. Now she was a fallen angel. My fallen angel.
I had a clear image of that night in Vegas. I’d corrupted her over and over again. I planned to corrupt her again tonight.
Uh oh.
Just like that my dick got hard.
Wedding boner.
I could not imagine a more awkward place to get an erection. But there was nothing to do but try and ignore it. Until about thirty seconds after the ceremony anyway.
Pastor Evans started talking and I tuned out, trying to think about puppies and nuns and trains going into tunnels and rockets blasting off… Damn! That wasn’t working.
Instead I started wracking my brain for places to get Caro alone. The old fishing cabin was nearby, around halfway around the lake. Ten minutes walk. That was too long to wait. I forced myself to get creative.
A car. Any car. A tree would do.
The dress was white though. Couldn’t mess that up. I’d have to be careful. Lift it somehow. Maybe she could hold it up while I fucked her. As long as I could keep my balance it wouldn’t be a big deal.
Or, she could ride me!
Her dress would stay nice and clean then.
I grinned at Caro and she shook her head. I realized the Pastor was preaching on the seriousness of married life. He was talking about trials and tribulations. I forced myself to stop smiling and look somber.
We’d already had quite a few of those.
I think I deserved a little nookie at this point. No questions asked. This past week alone had been hell on my testicles.
Caro squeezed my hand and I jumped.
“Do you take this woman to be your wife?”
I nodded, blurting out a loud ‘yes.’
Everyone laughed. Caro gave me a look. She was right, I was a fool. This was my second time getting married. I ought to know better by now. I waited for Caro to say her ‘I do’s’ so we could get on with it.
But the Pastor got caught up in another tangent.
I went back to planning how to get my bride alone for a quickie.
Carolina
I placed my hands into Chan’s and listened as our Pastor began to officiate our ceremony.
He’d been preaching in our town since before I was born. He’d baptized me. He’d given me my first job as a Sunday School teacher. And now he was marrying me.
It made the ceremony all the more special.
The sun was setting. Our friends and family were all around us. And we were standing in almost the exact same spot as our first kiss all those years ago.
It was perfect.
Chan was deep in thought as the sermon went on. I felt his eyes on me and turned. He was staring at my… at my boobs!
I squeezed his hand and he smiled at me, looking dopey. The man loved me; there was no question of that. Then his eyes slowly drifted back down to my chest.
I sighed and turned my attention back to Pastor Evans. Hopefully nobody would notice what Chan was looking at. I was so embarrassed. But I couldn’t help but smile just a little bit too.
A little while later and it was time for the vows. Pastor Evans asked Chan the question. Silence.
I stared at Chan in horror. He wasn’t staring at my boobs now. He was looking lower… as if he could see right through my dress and underpants.
He had a dreamy look on his face. He hadn’t heard a word the Pastor said!
I squeezed his hand. Hard. If I could have I would have kicked him!
He looked up and smiled at me as if nothing was wrong. Pastor Evans had to repeat the last part of the vows.
“Do you take this woman to be your wife?”
At least this time, Chan said yes.
The ceremony continued until it was my turn. I said ‘I do.’ But boy, did I have to think about it for a second.
Not that it mattered anyway. Technically, we were already married. But still, did he have to be such a horn dog?
The answer was apparently yes. The moment we were pronounced man and wife Chan leapt on me like a drowning man. He skipped the ‘you may kiss the bride’ part entirely!
His tongue plunged in and out of my mouth. I gasped for air, hitting his shoulder. I felt like I was being attacked by a large, sexy, puppy.
The crowd was cheering as he grabbed my hand and ran back down the aisle. He didn’t stop for the congratulations. He didn’t stop to see if I could keep up.
It’s a good thing I wasn’t wearing stilettos.
“Chan stop!”
He ignored me, pulling me away from the party towards the parking lot. I followed him onto the trail that wound around the edge of the lake. I tried to tug on his hand but he was determined. He was practically running now.
“Where are we going?”
Chan glanced back at me but he did not stop.
“If I don’t find a place to be alone with you I’m going to go out of my mind.”
We jogged into the woods for another five minutes and stopped.
“This will have to do.”
He pulled me to the ground.
“My dress!”
“It’s okay! You just get on top! I thought this through Princess.”
I looked at him, dumbfounded. He was serious. He wanted me to…
“You thought this through? Is that what you were doing during the ceremony?”
“Remember that IOU you gave me?”
He grinned at me as he pushed my skirt up and pulled my panties to the side. I sighed. I felt him rubbing his erection against me. It did feel nice. Really nice.
It always did with Chan.
His eyes were a hot as he pleaded with me.
“Please Princess… I need you.”
Slowly I lowered myself onto his shaft. I took my time, teasing him a bit. I still wasn’t used to his size either.
That worked for a while. Until he grabbed my hips and started thrusting into me wildly. I felt an orgasm approaching just as he swelled inside me.
I finally understood what people meant by ‘a quickie.’
It was definitely quick, but effective.
I brushed leaves out of his hair
as we walked back to the lakeside party. He’d managed not to get me dirty, which definitely earned him some points. But his hair was a mess. The party was already in full swing when we appeared. There was a buffet, a bar and an improvised dance floor, all under the twinkly lights Chan and his friends had hung earlier in the day.
Our friends were laughing as we walked back into the party. It must have been obvious what we had been up to. I tried to act causal but Chan walked in like a rooster. He actually high fived some of the guys.
My husband was a crazy person.
An adorable, wild, untamable crazy person.
I sighed. At least I knew I’d never be bored.
Two Months Later
Chandler
I stood on our front porch, smiling and nodding as people came and went. It felt good to know this was our house. Our first place together. We’d been moved in for almost three weeks, but we were finally settled in enough for a house warming party.
Seems like the whole town had shown up.
Lots of people were here to bring gifts. Some for the free booze. And others out of curiosity.
Lots of people were curious it seemed.
Especially the girls I’d dated.
And all the boys who wish they’d dated my beautiful wife.
None of them had even come close to succeeding. Carolina hadn’t just been hard to get. She’d been damn near impossible. I should know.
I smiled, taking another sip of my beer.
Our house. Our bed. Our future.
We’d bought it with my savings from my dancing days. It needed work, but I was handy enough. I’d already painted the interior and hung a porch swing for my lady. She seemed to like sitting out there quite a bit the last few weeks.
Caro had never been lazy, but lately she seemed… content. She seemed to be dozing off a lot at least. I frowned.
Maybe I was keeping her up too late at night with my husbandly attentions… she didn’t seem to mind though. Hell, she liked it as much as I did.
Which was a lot.
I grabbed another beer and was talking to old Mr. Whitely when I noticed it.
The weirdest thing was happening. My grandmother was smiling. She was staring at my wife and smiling.
Nothing made that mean old woman smile.
I put my arm around my wife and whispered into her cute little ear.
“What’s gotten into her?”
“Who?”
“Your grandmother-in-law.”
Caro looked at me, blushing a bit.
“She figured something out.”
“What?”
“I’ll tell you later, Chan.”
I pulled her against me and bit her neck.
“You’ll tell me now woman!”
She looked around and whispered into my ear. I was grinning in two seconds flat. Now it was my turn to go red in the face.
“What? Are you sure?”
She nodded.
“You shouldn’t be surprised! You’ve been working non-stop at it!”
“It’s a good thing we got an extra bedroom up there.”
She nodded.
“Yes Chan, it is.”
I kissed my beautiful wife.
I was going to be a daddy.
It was the perfect day.
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Other works by Joanna Blake:
Wanted By The Devil (Devil’s Riders MC Club)
Still Waters (Devil’s Riders MC Club)
Safe In His Arms (Devil’s Riders MC Club)
Devil’s Riders: Before You (A prequel to the Devil’s Rider’s Trilogy)
Slay Me (Rock Gods)
Dare Me (Rock Gods)
Cover Me (Rock Gods)
Ride With Me (The Delancey Brothers)
BRO’
A Bad Boy For Summer
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Joanna Blake
“Yo’ Fitz! Your turn man.”
I looked up to see Kyle grinning stupidly as the stripper finished grinding on him. The song was ending and Kyle had his hands all over the dancer’s generous ass. The girl, Crystal something or other, was only wearing a G-string. Her tanned skin gleamed in the dim light.
I drank deeply from my twenty-dollar beer. Thankfully drinks were free for the team. As were the lap dances. And anything else that might arise.
Players frequently went home with the dancers from the club. I had myself more than once. The girls were severely hot and more than accommodating. Not to mention flexible.
I shook my head. To be honest, I felt kind of disgusting the last time I woke up next to a girl whose makeup was smeared all over the pillow case. And the sheets. And my cock. When I was drunk, then yeah, I didn’t mind so much. But after…
Lately all the girls I boned made me feel that way. The strippers, the groupies, the co-eds. I’d even picked up a housewife at a bar just a week ago. Well, to be honest. She’d picked me up.
But something about it was leaving me unsatisfied.
More than unsatisfied.
I felt fucking dirty.
If I was honest, I preferred the natural look. Like that gorgeous brunette in my economy class. She might be a freshman, but she had all the right equipment. Huge green eyes, a cute nose, gorgeous lips, and the best tits I’d seen in my entire life.
My God those tits could stop traffic. Not to mention her legs were about a mile long. They’d look nice wrapped around me as I drove in and out of her sweet little box.
I adjusted my junk. I was hard just thinking about it.
The dancer walked towards me with a question in her eyes.
“I’ll pass.”
I wasn’t drunk enough to enjoy this tonight. Even after winning yet another game. I should be riding high but instead I just wanted to be alone.
The thing was, I was hardly fucking ever alone.
My teammates, the fans, girls. I was the center of attention. Non-stop.
Growing up, I’d had the opposite problem. My mom had worked two jobs. Sometimes three. And we’d still been dirt poor.
Fuck, poorer than that.
Mud poor.
If you’d ever seen the neighborhood I grew up in, it was probably on the news. Some reporter talking about crime rates. Or how depressed the south side of Chicago was. And how everyone who lived there was either a vandal or a hoodlum.
Or both.
I’d like to say that I hadn’t been one of those criminals but that would be a lie. I’d jacked car stereos, bikes, anything. The only thing that had saved me from ending up in prison was football.
The Sport of Kings.
Look at me now. I was the top of the heap. The King of Kings.
And I was still fucking covered in mud.
BRO’
Joanna Blake
Not one for slacking I started my first full day home with a match against the club pro Matt. It cost extra to play with him but I didn’t care. He was an amazing player and gave as good as he got. And for some reason, he considered me a friend.
Probably because most of the people who hired him were bored housewives hoping to get into his pants.
I’d noticed the cougar crowd dropping me hints the past few years as well. And now that I was 21… well maybe I’d take one of them up on it. At least I could be sure an older woman would know what she was doing.
I was dripping with sweat by the time we were done. I wasn’t a big fan of showering at the club so I left. Matt waved me off and begged me to book him as much as possible this summer. I promised I would.
What the fuck else was I supposed to do?
Except, well, fuck.
As much as possible.
As many girls as possible.
Speaking of which maybe I’d text Jen later. I knew she was waiting on me. I did enjoy working out horizontally, especially with a sexy female like Jen. She liked to sport fuck as much as I did.
I was turning down our driveway in my convertible when I hit the breaks.
Hard.
A girl was biking toward me. From the general direction of the house. Long dark blond hair blew behind. Big high tits filled out her t-shirt admirably. She had a teeny tiny waist and long tanned legs. She rode closer and I tried to get a look at her face.
Pretty, that much was obvious, with big beautiful eyes. I could see her puffy lips from twenty feet away. Cute little nose too.
The girl looked like a God damned swimsuit model.
No. Wait. What.
My brain went utterly blank as I realized something.
It was Mouse. Mouse was the swimsuit model. I was staring at Mouse with lust.
Hot, unrelenting lust.
I jolted to action as she rolled up by my car.
“Nev?”
She stopped her bike, those impossibly long legs straddling the seat. Her jean shorts were short, almost up to the top of her perfect thighs. I swallowed, realizing my mouth was a little bit dry.
But my dick was throbbing.
She smiled at me, cool as a cucumber. Where was the worshipful little Mouse I knew and loved?
“Hey Clay.”
She’d grown up obviously. And she’d grown up right.
Still, I knew how to charm the pants off a girl, no matter how hot she was. And I wanted to. I knew it instantly. I wanted to fuck Mouse, of all people.
Really, really bad.
I smiled, letting my eyes wander over that ridiculously perfect little body.
“Where you going?”
She tossed her head, sending a cascade of wavy blond hair over her shoulder. It was very sexy, but not deliberate or coy. She was unconsciously seductive. It was hypnotizing.