by Jordan Marie
“Jacob. Honey…”
“You bring me quiet, when the world around me feels like chaos that’s circling around me,” he starts again, and my body jerks as I hear his words. “Peace, when it feels like I’m in the middle of Hell. Light when I get too lost in the dark. Family when I feel alone. A reason to look to the future when I’m lost in the past. Fuck, Carrie. I wanted to give you hearts and flowers. This was supposed to be about how wonderful you are and I can’t find the right words. I wanted my wedding vow to you to be perfect, but I’m messing this up. I don’t know how to tell you what you are—what you mean to me. Love doesn’t cover it. You give me love, but there’s so much more you do. So instead, I’m scrambling for words, and I can’t find them. I want everyone to know how amazing you are and yet, somehow I’m fucking that up and telling you what you do for me like an asshole.”
I’m crying again. I’m crying so hard that Jacob’s face is hard to see. My hand tightens on his face. I need to tell him so much. I need him to know that his words are more than perfect. I need to tell him how amazing he is, but I can’t get control of myself.
“There’s only one word I keep coming back to, Care Bear. Everything. You are absolutely everything to me. Without you, I wouldn’t exist, because a world without you isn’t a place I want to live in. You are everything. Fucking everything.”
“I love you Jacob,” I cry and throw myself into his arms.
“You’re not supposed to cry, baby,” he says, his hand pulling me back enough so he can use his fingers to try and catch my tears. It’s useless. I feel like my heart is so full they may never stop. “I love you Carrie Blake. My friend, my heart, my wife…my everything.
Right then I know that Jacob is a liar. Because those are the perfect vows. Those words are music to my soul.
“I love you, my husband, my world, my everything,” I tell him and stand on the tips of my toes, begging for his kiss. Jacob doesn’t make me wait. He brings his lips down and gives me a gentle kiss. It’s not romantic. It’s just meant to reaffirm our words and it does. It completely does.
“I assume that pretty much covers the vow part of the ceremony,” the preacher says and Jacob pulls away. He looks at me again before turning his head to the preacher.
“Yeah, it does. And…well, sorry about saying the word fuck,” he says; laughter surrounds us and that does make me smile.
“I think in this instance, God understands,” the preacher laughs. “We’re doing this a little out of order, but give me the ring please,” he asks, and Jacob turns around to Dragon.
“Wait I have a ring too,” I tell them, surprising Jacob. “It belonged to my father, the only other man I’ve truly loved. It seems fitting. He would have been proud to call you his son,” I tell him, with complete honesty. I’m kind of afraid Jacob will think I’m stupid, but he just moves his thumb across my cheek, pushing against the side of my mouth. I have the wicked urge to take it into my mouth, but I don’t. Instead, I drink in the love coming from…my husband.
We hand the preacher our rings and he holds them up, looking out into the crowd.
“Like a wedding ring, so is real love. An unending circle which surrounds and encompasses the finger of the one you hold most dear. The one God has chosen just for you, and what God has joined together no man can put asunder,” he announces, and I like that. I like that a lot. “Please place the rings on each other’s fingers,” the preacher instructs. Almost like magic, my father’s wedding ring goes on Jacob’s hand like it was made for it. I’m so glad I asked Mary to retrieve it from her safe. I put it there years ago, when I claimed my parent’s property. I was so sad and broken then. I never dreamed that the next time I looked at it, it would be with so much joy and love. I almost feel like my parents are here watching everything—giving me their blessing.
“Love you, Carrie,” Jacob whispers, brining my finger—which is now wearing his ring, up to his lips.
I mouth the words, “I love you,” low, barely audible, because there’s so much emotion inside of me.
“Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends,” the preacher says, quoting one of my favorite Bible verses. Then, he takes our hands and urges us to turn around. “May I present to you Mr. and Mrs. Jacob Blake,” he announces, and I only hear the cheering and clapping. I don’t see anyone but Jacob, because he pulls me to him and spins me around—which isn’t easy, considering the train on my gown. But, my man…my husband can do anything.
Absolutely anything.
20
Carrie
I come down the stairs and there’s Jacob waiting on me. I shake my head. He should be out laughing and enjoying his brothers, because Crusher and Dani are going back when we leave, but he’s been by my side since the wedding. The only reason he let me get changed alone was because he needed to change and explain to Mary that Dragon and Nicole are taking Jazz with them. Mary wanted to keep her, but she’s worn out from the wedding, we don’t want to put more on her.
“You get everything settled?” I ask him when I get to where he is standing.
“Yeah, no problem,” he says, and I look at him doubtfully. “Mary’s keeping Jazz,” he says, and I can’t help but laugh. I knew she would throw a fit. Seems my husband gave in.
“Somehow, I figured that would be the way it would go.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’m putty in the hands of the women in my life. Keep it our secret.”
“I’ll never tell a soul,” I agree with a smirk.
“The problem here is, I’m surrounded by women. We need some testosterone in this family. You know, besides my own.”
“Is that a fact?” I ask, excitement bubbling in my stomach.
“I want another baby, Care Bear. Preferably a little boy to help even things out here, but I’ll be more than happy with another girl.”
“You’re sure?”
“Jazz is right at three. I want our kids to be close enough in age, that they want to be around each other, that they can have each other’s backs.”
“Then, we should probably get started tonight.”
“We definitely should,” he grins, pulling me into his arms. I lay my head to the side against his chest, comforted by the strong, steady beat of his heart. “You sure Care Bear? I didn’t exactly give you an easy time the last time you were pregnant.”
“You more than made up for it. You need to stop thinking about the past, Jacob. I have you and Jazz and any other babies we’ll have. That’s all I have ever wanted. It’s more than I’ve ever wanted.”
“What do you say we leave for our honeymoon and get started on those other babies?”
“We’re having a honeymoon?”
His forehead gets a crease in the center of it as he studies me. “Care Bear, do I look like a man who wouldn’t take my woman on a honeymoon?”
“Well, I mean it’s late and I just kind of wanted to…”
“Wanted to what?”
“Be alone with you,” I whisper, my hand moving under his shirt.
“You will be. I sure as hell ain’t taking anyone else with us.”
“Yeah, but if we’re going somewhere, that wastes time…time we could be…,” I trail off, letting my fingernails scratch lightly down his stomach.
“Time we could what, Care Bear? Let me hear you say it.”
“Well, I mean I’ve never had sex with a married man before,” I tease, not giving him the words he wants, but giving something to make us both smile just the same.
“What if I give you my dick here, Princess? Will that hold you over until we get to the cabin?”
“Cabin?”
“I rented a cabin in the Smoky Mountains. Not that far away, but I’m not against giving you something to tide you over till then.”
“Does the cabin have a hot tub?” I grin.
“Absolutely and no neighbors,” he smirks.
“I married a genius.”
“Glad you think so,” he tells me, pulli
ng me up against his body. I lock my legs around his waist and loop my arms around his neck. His lips find mine. He gives me a quick kiss, his tongue pushing into my mouth and claiming it.
“What are you doing?” I ask the stupid question, as he walks up the stairs. I run my tongue over the pulse that’s literally pulsating on the side of his neck, then I move up to suck on the lobe of his ear and run my tongue along the inner shell.
“Taking my woman upstairs and giving her my dick, so she can make it till we get to Gatlinburg.”
“I married a genius,” I repeat. His reply this time is a growl, because I’ve slid my hand into his jeans and wrapped my hand around his hard cock. “Hurry Jacob. I’m hungry,” I tell him as I stroke him, and I giggle as he jogs to our room.
I’m going to like being married.
21
Jacob
It seems like the trip to this damn cabin has lasted three days when in reality, the drive was only a little over an hour. Carrie is asleep when we pull up. I shut everything down as quietly as I can and then walk over to her door. I’m undoing her seatbelt when she starts waking.
“Hi,” she whispers softly, her lips slowly spreading into a smile. I wrap my fingers around the soft curl of her hair that has covered her cheek.
“Hey, Care Bear.”
“Are we here?” she questions, sleepily. I let go of her hair and finish unbuckling her. Then I move a hand behind her back and one under her leg. Her head rests against my chest, tucked in just below my shoulder.
“We’re here. Let’s get you inside.”
“I can walk, Jacob.”
“I’m carrying my wife. It’s tradition.”
“I think that’s only for over the threshold of your home…”
“Never let it be said I didn’t go the extra mile for you,” I tell her. She sighs softly, and I get her from the car. “Key in the security code for me?” I ask her when we reach the door. It has an electronic keypad in place of a lock. I give her the code, the realtor arranged for me and the door opens up easily. Once inside, I let her down gently, before closing and locking the door back.
“What about our clothes?”
“I’ll get them later. Trust me, sweetheart, you won’t need clothes for a few days.”
“But…”
“In fact, I’m making a house rule.”
“A house rule?”
“It’s against the law to wear clothes inside the house.”
“But…” Her eyes are wide.
“Or on the back deck since that’s where the hot tub is.”
“While I’m being naked, are you going to be that way too?”
“Of course. It’s our honeymoon.”
“Then we should make sure the rules are obeyed now. We wouldn’t want to have bad luck by breaking the rules.”
“All that beauty and brains. How did I get so lucky?” I ask her, watching as she pulls the shirt she’s wearing over her head, revealing a sage green lace bra underneath. Carrie lets her shirt drop to the ground with a smile.
“You think you’re lucky now? Trust me, Jacob. You’re about to get really lucky,” she whispers, and instead of taking her own pants off she takes a step to me, goes down on her knees and begins undoing the buttons on my jeans. She has my cock out, my jeans sliding down around my knees in no time. I bring my hand up to her hair as she holds me in her firm grip, stroking me.
“Aren’t you afraid you’ll end our game a little too soon?” I ask her, moving my thumb down to her lips.
“You’re kidding right? You have stamina Shakespeare could write about,” she giggles. I push my thumb into her mouth and watch the way her lips close around it—feel the way her tongue wraps around it.
“A sonnet about fucking?” I ask her, smiling, but feeling desire move through my whole body. “I bet he would have sold a fuck-load more books.”
“Shall I compare your cock to a Summer’s Day?” she asks, saucily as I bring my hand back up to tangle into her hair.
“Quit making me laugh. I’m trying to get my dick sucked here, Care Bear.”
“What if I show you how I once was crowned the Blow Job Queen?”
“I’m totally down for that,” I tell her, ending in a groan, as she slides her tongue around the head of my dick.
Damn.
22
Carrie
“I swear, Jacob, you have the most beautiful dick. Long, but thick, I love the way it curves ever so slightly to the right so that when you get excited pre-cum slides out and drips down, just so my tongue can catch it,” I whisper. His hand has moved mine out of the way, so instead my fingers are biting into his hips holding myself steady as he strokes himself. It’s amazing to watch—breath-taking. As his pre-cum drips, I angle so it drops on my tongue, just like I described. I’m rewarded with his salty-male taste and his groan from above me. I push his pants further down his legs. Then, I settle completely on the floor and help rid him of his boots so that Jacob is completely naked from the waist down. “Take everything off, Jacob. Please?” I urge him. Our eyes connect and he lets go of his cock to take his shirt and cut off. While he’s occupied I lean back up, hold his cock still, and take it into my mouth. I groan around it as I slide my mouth down the hard staff.
“Care,” he growls, his hands fisting in my hair again. He didn’t want me to rush this. He tries to tease me every time, and it always works. Right now, however, I’m too hungry. It’s been an emotional day, and I feel like I haven’t made love to my husband in a year. Which is wrong. Jacob and I have never been without each other longer than a night or two. Never. Waiting is not something either of us can stand.
In response to his warning tone, I swallow him down deeper. His cock hitting the back of my throat and pushing further. I wasn’t kidding about the beauty of my…husband’s dick. It is and it’s not small. Ten inches easily, though stubbornly Jacob has never let me measure it.
As I relax my throat and take him even deeper, his hands knot tighter into my hair, bringing a spike of pain.
“You’re so fucking greedy,” he growls, and he’s right. Completely right. “You never can wait to suck on my dick. Always so hungry for my cum. Forcing me to fuck your mouth until I give it to you,” he mumbles, fucking my face like a man possessed. His dick pushes in and out of my mouth, using me. I can barely keep up…and I love it. I want to tease him with my tongue, but he’s moving in and out of my mouth so ferociously, all I can do is suck him harder as he takes what he needs.
“Mmm…” I moan around him, unable to form a word, because I’m so full of him.
“Don’t let me hurt you Care Bear,” he grits, fucking my mouth hard. My hand moves to his balls, they’re tight and heavy as I gently cup them. I use my fingers to rub against them, light with no pressure. Jacob. Always worries about me, even when he should be lost in pleasure. I need to step up my game. This time when he pushes his cock deep inside my mouth. I bite my fingers into his hips, resisting his hold as I rest my face against him. The hairs on his groin tickle against my nose as I inhale the male scent of him. I move my fingers over his balls, holding him much firmer. I can feel his body tighten beside me, I can actually feel his cum building. “Oh fuck, sweetheart,” he says, his voice smoky. I let him move my head exactly how he needs me, as he pushes me off of his dick, and on the next downward stroke, his cum jets out, filling my mouth and raining down my throat. My reward. Jet after jet continues to funnel into my mouth, leaving me so full I can’t contain it all, even trying to swallow. Finally, Jacob pulls out. I open my eyes to find him staring at me. I feel his cum dripping from my mouth. I try to gather it with my tongue, needing it all.
“So good,” I whisper to him, as I gather a drop on my tongue and take it back inside to swallow it.
“I’m going to make you pay for teasing me, Carrie. I’m going to make you pay,” he smiles and the sexual threat hangs between us, making me desperate for whatever he’s going to give me.
23
Jacob
“You have magic fingers,” Carrie whispers as she relaxes back into the spray of the shower. I’m massaging her back, making sure the water takes away the soap where I just washed her.
“I’ve been told that,” I tell her, letting my fingers slowly travel a path down to her ass.
“Jacob?” she asks, her voice and posture changing as I take the bar of soap and let it slide between the cheeks of her ass.
“Brace yourself on the wall, Carrie,” I order her, and she does it immediately. I use my free hand to adjust her stance, so her ass is pushed out farther, and her legs are separated enough to allow me room to move between them.
Her auburn hair is darker wet, and it’s pinned to her neck and back. The water caresses her skin, rolling off it in small streams. I could watch this all day, if I wasn’t so hungry to get inside her. I push the corner of the soap against the small opening in her ass, not much pressure but enough so she feels it.
“Oh God, Jacob…”
“Not right now, baby. I’ll take your ass later, but right now I have to be inside of you. Do you want that, Princess? Do you want me inside that sweet pussy of yours?”
“Quit talking about it and give it to me, Jacob,” she cries. Her words are music to my ears. There’s not a day that goes by that I’m not thankful I was Carrie’s first. My past suffocates me sometimes, but when I’m with Carrie…She’s mine. And despite me touching her, she’s clean. She’s life. She’s everything.