Longing for Love

by Vicki Green

  Her entire body relaxes and I move up her body, capturing her mouth. I cup her face and look into her half-masted eyes. To think I did that to her, for her. I’ve never experienced this before, never been so selfless. It feels amazing, more than that. She makes me a better man, makes me feel better about myself. Fuck, I love her. What? How can I be in love with her after only a couple of weeks? No, that can’t happen. But I am falling, falling so hard, so fast. “You with me, Kitten?” Her eyes don’t seem focused but a smile appears on her beautiful face. I smile back. “There you are.” I press my lips to hers, my tongue maneuvering inside. She has to taste herself. Fuck, I’m so hard.

  “Kane. That was incredible. Amazing. Indescribable,” she whispers against my lips. My smile grows. “Let me take care of you now.” Shaking my head, I quickly give her another kiss.

  “Nah, I’m good,” I lie. “I need to go, get ready for the wedding. I’m sure you have things to do too. But….” I kiss her again, harder, a little longer. “I’ll see you later today.” My mouth covers hers as her hands wrap around my neck. Our tongues entangle. Finally, needing to get home and relieve myself of my now excruciating cock, I pull back and then climb off her and sit on the side of the bed.

  “Oh, my God! I hurt you.” She sits up quickly, sitting beside me and takes my hand in hers. She runs her delicate fingers over the small cuts on my wrist. “I’m so sorry,” she whispers. I look into her eyes, finding them full of tears. Once escapes and rolls slowly down her face. Reaching over, I wipe it away and kiss her temple.

  “It’s nothing and so worth it, Bria. Don’t cry.” She sniffs but a smile appears. “God, I’m falling so hard for you, baby. I can’t seem to stop. I don’t want to stop.” I reach up and cup her face, whispering against her head. Her hand grasps mine and she lets out a sigh.

  “I am too. Falling hard and fast. I don’t want to stop either.”

  Fuck, I’m never going to be able to leave her, even though it’s only for a short time. My aching cock tells me differently. I seriously need to get home and take care of this. I just hope I can get to my truck without it being noticeable. “I’m so glad. Are you happy? That’s all I want for you.”

  She turns her head and kisses me tenderly. “So happy,” she answers against my mouth.

  “Me too.” I kiss her again and then I laugh. “I need to go or I’ll never leave.” She laughs against my lips and then stands, taking my hand in hers. Our fingers thread through each other’s. Fuck, I don’t want to leave her. Finally, I release her hand. She walks to her closet and I to the bathroom. My cock is so hard and throbbing in my hand as I relieve myself. I’m not sure I can wait until I get home. “I’m just gonna take a quick shower, okay?” Her muffled reply assures me that I can get the relief I need and not have to sport this on the way home. Thank fuck! After getting under the hot stream, it doesn’t take me long. All I do is imagine her hand instead of mine and I come quickly.

  I have a hard time leaving her. We kiss all the way to the front door. “I’ll see you in just a few hours, baby.” I chuckle as I open the door and back my way out. Who am I kidding? I don’t want to leave as much as she doesn’t want me to. “How about I spend the night tonight?” I kiss her again. “I’m not sure I can leave you again.” She nods and we kiss once more. I make myself tear away from her, our hands not unlocking until they can’t reach anymore. “Bye! Only a few hours!” I yell as I get into my truck. She watches me from the porch as I back out of her driveway, still looking as I drive up the street. Fuck, I miss her already.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Bria

  I watch him drive off and I still can’t get my heartbeat to decrease. He takes my breath away and I was already wet again before he walked out the door. When he’s out of my sight, I go back inside, close the door and lean against it, letting out a big sigh. I gave him my virginity last night. I couldn’t be happier but God am I sore. He knew. He could tell as soon as he tried to enter me.

  Tender.

  Caring.

  Loving.

  He pampered me, took care of me, and said he is falling in love with me. It’s unreal to think he can go from his womanly ways to wanting me only in such a short time. Can he? Is it possible? I’m not completely sure yet. I’m confused but hopeful.

  I eat a light breakfast then attend to my emails and make a few calls. The morning is long without him but I’ve kept myself busy. The wedding is set for mid evening and I can just imagine what their place will look like. After lunch, more emails, and a jog on the beach, I walk upstairs to get ready. Pinning my hair up will take the longest. I’m used to dressing up, attending all the banquets for Daddy but this is important. Special. I’m excited to see Kane in a suit. I’m betting he will look so handsome. Gorgeous. It might be hard to contain myself. I wonder if I should tuck an extra pair of panties in my purse. That’s reminds me. After entering my bedroom, I grab my phone from the nightstand and find the contact and hit call.

  “Giselle! How is the set up going?”

  “Mademoiselle Daniels! It’s going magnifique! Everything is almost ready.”

  Giselle has been one of my top clients for over a year. She’s the best caterer in the state. “Tres bien! I’ll see you shortly.”

  Once I’ve showered, shaved, and lotioned down my body, I apply my makeup, and beginning pinning my hair up. They said it wasn’t going to be as formal as most weddings, with only friends and family attending, but I’d found this beautiful off white gown that I’d been dying to wear. The bodice will show off my curves, the low neck and push-up bra will give a peek of my cleavage, and the sequins and lace that cover the entire gown will make it sparkle under the lights around the ceremony and in the tent. I found a matching pair of high heeled shoes and pins for my hair with the same various colors of sequins as on the gown. I want to look enticing, yet beautiful. The makeup didn’t take long however pinning my hair ends up taking longer than I’d hoped. The length makes it a struggle then cascading long curls down my back and the couple that frame my face have taken forever but I know in the end it will be worth it.

  Finally finished, I grab my small sequined handbag, put my phone and lipstick in it, grab an extra pair of panties and tuck them inside, then go to the garage and get into my car, punching in the address into my GPS. The afternoon is beautiful. It’s like the heavens knew today Brock and Taren are to be wed so they provided not only sunshine but a little bit of cooler weather as well. As I pull into the wooded area, not having been here but once, I drive over the small bridge and then down around the bend, finding a place to park in the grassy area to the right of the house. There’s already several cars and I noticed Kane’s truck parked in their driveway. Suddenly, I’m nervous. Butterflies have settled into my stomach. I smooth my hands down my dress after stepping out of my car. Nervousness begins to overwhelm me as I reach their porch. I’ve been to grand balls, made speeches in front of some of the counties elite, so why am I so nervous?

  Because he’s here.

  Because he takes your breath away.

  Because you’re in love with him.

  I knock on the door, a finely dressed man opens it. “I’m here for the Evans-Mills wedding.” He nods and allows me to enter. He leads me through the house. I remember seeing a little bit of it, when I was here before. It’s beautiful. Gathering my strength, my confidence, as we walk through the back door, I look around to see if he’s already outside. Some people are already sitting down in the white folded chairs while a few are standing by them talking but there’s no sign of him yet. There’s a small aisle dividing the chairs and then before them is a wedding arch made out of wicker with streams of various colors of flowers intertwined throughout. I thank the man who guided me out here, gather up my dress so I don’t fall, and walk down the deck steps and make my way to the others. The tent is off in the distance, lights are filtering inside. I look around and notice there’s small lights throughout the trees surrounding the area and when the cool breeze blows the leaves they
seem to twinkle. What a magical evening. As I get closer to the others, I hear music playing softly.

  “Bria! Lovely to see you.”

  I smile as I walk over to Brock and Kane’s mother. “Mrs. Evans, so nice to see you.” I reach her and let out a gasp as she takes my hands, looking me up and down.

  “It’s Barb and you’re not supposed to look more beautiful than the bride. That gown is simply breathtaking.”

  I smile, shyly. “Oh, thank you. But I think Taren will be the most beautiful bride.”

  The music turns up and people start taking their seats. Betty sits down on one side with Mimi. Barb is sitting on the opposite side of the small aisle with Caylan behind them. I recognize some of the crew men sitting on both sides, a few by themselves while others with their girlfriends or wives. Suddenly, I’m a little embarrassed, not knowing where to sit. “Bria. Come sit with us,” Caylan calls. I smile, give a small nod, and walk towards him and notice Jenny his sister who came from Georgia and is sitting next to him. He grabs my hand and squeezes when I hear voices. My eyes snap up to see Irish walking out from the left, stopping a few feet from the arch and then I feel him. I look over to the right and see Kane walking towards the arch from the right and my breath hitches. I was wrong. There’s no way I could have imagined how handsome he would be. I have no words. As soon as he stops, his eyes roam out in the small crowd. They land on mine and he takes a deep breath. He looks at me with such love, such admiration. I’m not even sure if I’m explaining it correctly in my mind, but that’s how he makes me feel. Just that one look.

  “You’re beautiful,” he mouths.

  My heartbeats are so quick, my stomach does a flip. He makes me feel like a teenager, falling head over their first boy crush.

  Exhilarated.

  Happy.

  Anxious.

  “You’re very handsome,” I mouth back. He smiles. I smile. We’re like two dumb struck teenagers.

  The music changes tunes and all heads turn behind us. We stand. Taren’s arm is through Pops’ arm. I wondered who was giving her away since her dad is gone. It must be hard for her. But she’s smiling. Quickly, I turn my head to look at Brock. I like to look at the groom as he sees his bride for the first time. I’m not disappointed. His eyes are wide. A little wetness resides in them. He looks at her like she’s the only woman here, the only woman in the world. I look back at Taren and see a tear fall down her face as she walks down the aisle. Her wedding dress is simple, no sleeves and cut low. A beautiful necklace hangs down but stops just above her cleavage. The bodice is tight below her breasts letting the rest of her dress flow over her large stomach that holds their baby girl. I let out a sigh at her beauty, how she seems to glow in her pregnancy and in her love for Brock. They walk past me and slowly we all turn around to face the front. They stop right before they get to Brock. I can tell he’s anxious to take her in his arms. Pop whispers words in her ear then kisses her cheek. She smiles sweetly.

  “Who gives this woman today to this man?” the minister asks.

  “I do. Her mother.” Betty speaks up and the minister nods her way. Pop takes Taren’s hand and as Brock reaches out, he places it in Brock’s palm. Brock smiles as she takes the couple of steps towards him. With his free hand, he reaches up and wipes the tears from her face. So sweet.

  Pop sits down and so do we all. Words of love come from the minister but all I can do is look at Kane. He’s pretending to listen as well yet his eyes keep flitting over to mine. I take another deep breath, letting it out slowly. I can’t seem to take my eyes away from him but notice movement and look at Taren and Brock as they turn to each other, holding hands.

  “You’ve always been my rock, my love, and my savior. You kept me sane, kept me strong, holding onto me with your love even when I thought we’d never be together. We’ve waited so long for this day, so long to live our happy lives.” More tears fall from Taren’s eyes. “People sacrificed for our love, one lost their life, and others nearly did, all for us to be together.” She looks up at the sky and mouths, “I love you, Dad.” He squeezes her hands and his eyes are watery as well. I feel the wetness fill mine and brush away a tear of my own. “But we became stronger and our love knew no bounds. Thank you for always taking care of me, for taking care of us.” She brings up one of their hands together and rests them on her stomach. “I love you more than my life and I’d sacrifice anything to be with you.”

  Sniffles and small sobs are heard around me. I open my clutch and remove a tissue and wipe underneath my eyes. Knowing what happened to them, her words touch my heart. He leaves their hands there when he beings to speak.

  “My love. You’re so much more than that. You’re my heart. My soul. My life. We risked everything to be together but you risked so much more than me. I nearly lost you.” He purses his lips, holding back the tears. Mine flow readily at his inability to speak. Finally, after a few minutes he takes a deep breath. “You are the one that truly sacrificed for our love but I’m thankful to God that he didn’t take you or our daughter. I’m thankful he let me keep you both. I adore you. I promise to pamper you, take care of you, and love you with my entire being for the rest of our lives. Our daughter and future children will always know love and the support of their family to be whatever they wish and love who holds their hearts. This I vow.” He brings their hands up and wipes away more of her tears.

  As they begin to exchange rings, my eyes snap to Kane. More of my tears flow down my cheeks as I watch him wipe away his own. A rough man. Tough. Yet, such a gentle side.

  Tender.

  Caring.

  Loving.

  It feels like a dam has broken with the sounds of crying around me. I can’t blame them, I’m a mess myself. I’m still wiping away my tears as the minister announces them husband and wife and Brock grabs her swiftly and kisses her hard. Clapping ensues as well as a bit of laughter and finally they walk down the aisle, arms wrapped around each other. This has to be the most beautiful wedding I’ve ever seen, by far. Everyone disperses and I feel slightly strange until I turn my head and see Kane walking towards me. He looks simply lethal, that suit fits him like a glove. I can see the outlines of his muscular arms even with his suit jacket on. It’s a good thing I tucked that extra pair of panties in my clutch. I may need them soon. He stands before me, grasping my upper arms, and leans down, kissing my cheek. “You’re a vision.” He pulls back still looking over me. I’d feel strange under his scrutiny but I don’t. I feel loved, beautiful, admired. “Stunning.” I look up at him and smile.

  “You dress up rather nicely, Mr. Evans.” He grins.

  “I don’t want to leave you but we’re going to go take pictures.”

  “Kane!” His eyes look over my shoulder at his name being called. He nods then looks back at me.

  “It won’t take long then we can be together.” God, he melts me. He leans in and kisses my lips, hard, then smiles against them. “Guess I never asked if you mind being kissed in public.” My smile is equally as big as I speak against his lips.

  “No, not if it’s you that’s doing the kissing.”

  I feel his hands move from my arms around to my back, pulling me closer. He’s already semi hard, feeling it pressed against my stomach. “Good. Only me.”

  “Only you,” I whisper and kiss him.

  “Kane! C’mon!”

  Our eyes meet, neither wanting to be apart. “I’ll be back quick. Promise. Why don’t you go into the tent and save me a seat.”

  He pulls back, taking my hands in his. “You don’t have to sit with the wedding party? I can just sit with Caylan and Jenny.”

  He reaches up and tangles his fingers in one of my long curls that’s hanging down beside my face. “Nah. It’s very casual and small. I’ll be right there.” He leans in, kisses me again, then I feel the coolness against my skin as he walks around me. I turn and face towards the tent, most are already inside. I begin walking, hearing music drifting out into the night. I walk inside, taking in the beautiful job
that Giselle did. Small lights overhead and down the sides of the tent, the tables are set, covered in white table clothes with bouquets of the same flowers that were on the wedding arch in vases as centerpieces. There’s a DJ in the left corner, a wooden makeshift dance floor in front of it. To the right is already a line of people at the lovely set up of food, each sitting in a stainless steel container over low burning flames. Everything is perfect.

  “Bria! Come sit with us!”

  I look to my right and see Caylan and Jenny sitting at a table and give her a nod. As I being to walk there I’m stopped when Giselle appears in front of me. “Mademoiselle Daniels.” She leans in and air kisses each of my cheeks. She takes my hands and smiles. “You are very beautiful, Brianna. I hope everything meets with your approval?”

  I smile back and nod. “Oui. You did a tremendous job as always.” She smiles back and then turns her head.

  “Oh, I see we already need to fill up some of the food containers. Enjoy your evening.” She air kisses me again and I watch her walk away. I get to the table and Caylan jumps up, pulling out a chair for me.

  “Thank you.” I smile as I sit. He returns to his seat and gives me a wink.

  “Everything is so beautiful and I cried so hard at the ceremony.” Jenny beams from across the table. “I’m so happy for Brock and Taren. They’ve been through so much together. It just reinforces that good things do come true if you love someone, stay strong, and fight for each other.” Her words embed into my mind, storing them for later. They both go up to get some food but I decide to wait for Kane.

  “Would you care for something to drink, ma’am?”

  I look up to find a very nicely dressed young man standing next to me. Do I uphold the reputation Daddy set for me or do I get what I really want? “A cold bottle of light beer would be amazing. Thank you.” Yes, I’ll go with what I really want. I hate gin and tonic.

  “Very good, ma’am.”

  He returns shortly and I smile when I see the bottle is in a koozie with Brock and Taren’s names and wedding date on them. I thank him again, taking out a tip but he tells me he’s being well taken care of and won’t accept. He walks away and I take a large drink, relishing in the taste. I’m halfway done with my beer, talking to Caylan and Jenny while watching everyone in the room having a great time when I feel his presence. My body shivers slightly, the hair on the back of my neck stands, and I turn my head, my heart rate increasing as he walks into the tent. God, he’s gorgeous. He walks towards me, his eyes full of purpose. As soon as he reaches me, he doesn’t look at Caylan or Jenny or say a word. Silently, he grasps my elbow and helps me stand. I can barely keep up with his large strides as he leads me from the tent and around to the side. His mouth presses hard against mine, his tongue quickly invades my mouth as his hands cup my face. My arms long to wrap around him but his hands pin me, so I grab ahold of his arms and hold onto them tightly.