by Maree, Kay
“You loved me when I didn’t even love myself, you never gave up on me.” I pause as my voice breaks. “You were the one constant thing in my life that never faltered.”
“Baby Girl, you have made an old man's life brighter just by being in it.”
Before I can respond, Lucy pops into the conversation.
I swear that girl has a knack for breaking up touching or sad moments and brightening them.
“What did I say about crying?” she points a manicured finger at John than me.
Making us laugh.
“You heard her Baby Girl, it’s time for your happily ever after. Are you ready?” he holds out his elbow for me to take.
“Abso-fucking-lutly,” I blurt, stealing that one-liner from Nash making everyone laugh.
The girls begin their journey down the beautiful cream aisle runner down the length of the grass. Everyone turns where they are sitting on the hay bales that are lined up on each side of the makeshift aisle for the guests.
Thankfully June remembered to cover the tops in cream cotton sheets, otherwise they may have been uncomfortable.
Shaking my head I pull back into the moment, not wanting to miss a single second of today.
You and Me by Lifehouse begins to play around me from hidden speakers.
Taking a deep breath, closing my eyes.
Needing just a moment to take all this in.
Straightening my shoulders, my eyes fluttering open, so ready for this next chapter in my life.
My heart picks up speed when my eyes lock with his.
Standing tall in dark blue jeans, that belt buckle shining off the rays of the sun, a crisp tan dress shirt tucked in and his beloved light tan Stetson on.
I laugh seeing Yogi sitting beside him wagging his tail, he even has a tan bandana around his neck.
Pulling my eyes back to my man, I take in the carved wooden arch behind him covered in Lily of the valley and champagne roses.
The setting sun throwing off a rainbow of colours around us.
My eyes snap back to Nash’s, a deep growl rumbling like thunder towards me, hitting me square in the chest.
He tilts his head a little, taking me in from head to toe in that way that makes my body melt.
My breath hitches when he takes a step forward but Lucas’s hand hits his shoulder stopping him in his tracks, making me giggle.
Nash’s lips move and I’m assuming he is not so politely telling Lucas off.
I guess I’m right when Lucas laughs, shaking his head.
“We better get you down there fast, Baby Girl,” John laughs.
“He will wait,” I say slowly.
Smiling, knowing those words ring true when that dimple popping smile hits me.
He tilts his head slightly to the left, tracking my every breath.
My eyes never leave his deep stormy pools when I take my first steps towards my forever.
John chuckles when my steps speed up the closer I get to him.
Nash
Taking my wife by the hand.
Fuck.
That sounds good.
I pull her onto the makeshift dancefloor, leaning down and taking her lips in a soft kiss.
Wrapping her hands around my neck.
I slide my hands down her sides then around to rest on her ass giving it a good squeeze making Cora laugh. Her eyes shine up at me, the colours there swirling together under the warm glow of the festoon globe lighting strung up through the trees. Zig-zagging above our heads crossing from one tree to another, making the whole moment so surreal.
Today was perfect.
Hearing her say those two magical words that bounded her to me for eternity.
Will be forever burned into my soul.
“I love you, Mrs Steel,” I murmur a hair's breadth away from the softest lips I have ever tasted.
She sucks in a deep breath, staring into my eyes.
Those mood ring eyes swirl with every emotion conceivable, knocking my next breath from my lungs completely and willingly lost in her spell.
A lone tear slides down her cheek, the dim lighting making it shine, and I let it fall mesmerized by her megawatt smile.
“I love you too, Cowboy,” she leans up brushing her lips across mine.
“Are you ready for our first dance?” I whisper.
Knowing how much she loves it when I do that.
“What song did you pick?” she asks.
Batting those damn eyes up at me.
Chuckling, squeezing her ass.
Knowing I told her that the music for this evening was the one thing I wanted complete control over.
Before I can answer what our song will be, the first bars of Wanted by Hunter Hayes begins to play through the speakers.
Leaning down, I brush my lips over the shell of her ear and begin to sing every word.
Feeling her shiver in my arms as we slowly move around the makeshift dance floor.
I hear her sniff and it does some funny shit to my heart.
When I first heard the words to this song, I knew this would be our song.
Every word hit me hard and never again will Cora Steel think she is a nobody.
Because to me she is my everything, and the beautiful baby growing inside her belly will be our world along with any more babies she wants to give me.
Fuck, I hope we have a whole house full.
Seeing her walking around in that dress all fucking night is starting to test my patience.
The only thing stopping me from killing every male here is knowing she is pregnant with my baby and is now my fucking wife.
That right there tells every mother fucker how mine she is.
Licking my lips taking in those fucking shoes.
Wanting to undo those satin bows with my teeth.
Locking my jaw, my nose flares when she turns her back on me and I take in her bareback and if that dip went any fucking lower you could see her ass.
“Easy son,” Dad says, coming up beside me slapping my shoulder.
“What?” I grunt.
“You got crazy eyes,” he chuckles.
“Fuck,” I grunt.
“Am I that obvious?” I murmur.
Laughing he shakes his head, handing me a beer.
“You look like a bull ready to explode out of the chute,” he chuckles taking a pull from his beer.
“Shit, Cora says I look like that all the time,” I chuckle.
Running a hand over the back of my neck.
Giving it a squeeze, trying to relieve some of the tension settled there.
“Your mum says the same about me when I used to get worked up.”
“Used to?” I laugh.
“Just yesterday you nearly tore Earl’s arm off when he looped it around Mum’s shoulders.”
“That asshole likes to test me,” he spits out.
His eyes cutting to Earl sitting at one of the tables spread out around the yard.
Relaxing his stance when he notices Mum heading towards Cora and the girls.
“See,” I point at him.
“Don’t come over here giving me shit when you are no better, old man,” I grin taking a pull from my beer.
“So was it your mother’s idea to invite Jack Barns tonight or Cora’s?” he looks over my shoulder.
“What?” I grunt, spinning around, seeing the motherfucker walking bold as brass towards my girl.
“Sonofabitch,” I growl when he hugs her, his hands sitting just above her ass.
“Motherfucker,” I spit out, passing my beer into my father’s waiting hand and heading straight for my woman.
My dad's laughter rings through the air.
Fucking shit-stirrer probably invited this fucker to push me.
Wrapping my arm around my woman's waist pulling her back into my side ignoring her surprised squeak at the sudden movement.
“Jack,” I growl.
“Congratula
tions Nash,” he says, smirking, his eyes travelling the length of Cora.
Asshole.
“What brings you by,” I grit out, calming a little when I feel her little hand running up my back.
“I ran into Lucy and your mother in town yesterday, and they invited me.” he shrugs.
“I would have gotten here earlier but one of my bulls broke out, so I spent the better part of the afternoon fixing the fencing around my land,” he goes on telling me his whole life story as if I give a fuck.
Which I don’t but I have to play nice otherwise I’ll have my mum on my ass the rest of the night. I open my mouth to speak but Lucas growls from behind Jack, cutting him off mid-sentence.
At the same time, Lucy races over, squealing like a little girl.
“You made it, Jack,” she gushes hugging him.
What the fuck?
This shit ain’t gonna happen.
I know I have no rights over her but Lucy is like my little sister.
There is no way I am letting this fucker hurt her.
“Lucy,” I growl trying to get her attention, but Lucas beats me to it.
Grabbing her by the arm and pulling her away from Jack.
“Don’t fucking touch her,” Lucas growls.
Thinking Lucas has this under control, I pull my woman away.
My eyes cut to my dad’s when I hear his laughter ring out again.
Flipping him the bird when we walk past, making the old bastard laugh harder.
“Nash, do you wanna tell me what just happened?” Cora asks, her tone serious.
Coming to a stop in front of me, her hands resting on her cute little hips.
I see the smile fighting to break free.
“New rule babe, no more hugging other men unless they are family,” I gruff out.
Pulling her into my chest, brushing a kiss across her forehead, feeling her body melts into mine.
Her hands slid up my chest, wrapping around my neck, the diamond on her finger throwing off shards of light around us.
“My possessive Cowboy, I’m yours,” she purrs into my lips.
“Abso-fucking-lutly,” I grunt.
Taking her lips in a rough, possessive kiss.
That steals my breath once again and sears my fucking soul.
Cora
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
Sounds against the bathroom door making me jump.
I stifle a giggle, knowing he’s pissed at me.
Because the minute we stepped through the doorway of our bedroom, I took off towards the bathroom and quickly threw the locks, wanting to change into something a little sexier.
But now that I look at the outfit, it probably leans more towards demure with just a hint of sexy because it’s completely see-through. The soft champagne-coloured tiered floral lace boho style Isla Chemise sits gently off the shoulders and flows down my body, over my growing belly, stopping just above my ass.
Turning slightly in the mirror.
I take in the gorgeous big satin back bow sitting just below my shoulder blades.
Knock.
Knock.
Knock.
The whole wall vibrates behind me this time when he knocks.
“Wife get your cute ass out here now,” he rumbles, my lips tipping up in a smile.
“Hold your horses Cowboy I’m coming.”
“What the hell are you doing in there?” he growls, making me giggle.
“Nearly ready,” I call back.
Fixing my Stetson on my head, pulling my wavy hair down the sides of my neck so the ends rest against my breasts.
Double-checking one last time that my wedding boots are still tied up.
I blow out a breath.
Gripping the door handle in my hand.
A wicked smile kisses my lips.
My stomach flutters just imagining the look on my husband's face when I step into the bedroom.
“I’m not coming out till you are on the bed,” I call out.
Covering my mouth when I hear him mumbling some shit I don’t understand.
“Now husband,” I call when I don’t hear him move.
“Fine, but you have one minute to get out here otherwise I’m tearing the mother fucking door off its hinges.”
“I will. Now just go lay down,” I shout.
Knowing damn well he will take the door down, my body vibrates with anticipation.
Slowly opening the door, I peek out and notice Nash sitting on the side of the bed.
He’s not laying down, but this view is so much better.
Leaning back against his hands.
Bare chest on display.
The top button of his jeans undone.
Bare feet planted on the floor.
His hard eyes trained on the door.
Licking my lips, taking a few shallow breaths, I’m about to open the door when I hear him start to count.
“One, Two, Three...”
What the hell is he doing? I wonder, but not for long.
“I get to ten, Cora and I’m coming in.”
“Okay, I’m coming.”
“Not yet you ain’t, but very fucking soon,” he promises and fuck that does some shit to my body.
I can’t hold back anymore pulling the door wide open taking a few tentative steps towards him.
Not sure what to do with my hands, so I pull them behind my back and twist my fingers together. With the movement my shoulders go back, my much larger chest sticking out and I just wait for him to speak.
His eyes widen, mouth open, and I’m about to say close it before you start catching flies when in one fluid motion he pushes up from the bed.
A sinister smile pulls across his mouth, making his dimple pop and my knees weak.
“Fuck,” he grunts.
Putting a finger up in the air and twirling it without saying a word.
I do what he asks and spin on the spot, smiling when he hisses out a breath.
“Bed now wife,” that smooth whiskey whisper grinds out, sending goosebumps racing across my skin.
Turning back to face him, that wicked smirk kicking up my lips again, shaking my head making his jaw start to tick.
“My turn tonight cowboy,” I say slowly, my eyes sliding up and down the length of him.
My thighs automatically lock together.
“What?” he huffs in disbelief and I have to hold back my giggle.
“Sit,” I point to the bed making him chuckle, but he gives in and sits just the way he was when I first walked out of the bathroom.
“Since you picked those amazing songs for our wedding,” I run the tip of my tongue across my bottom lip, loving the way his eyes track the movement.
“It’s my turn now because I have the perfect song for our wedding night Cowboy.”
Smiling sweetly, I head towards my phone laying on my bedside table.
My whole body shudders when one of his rough hands slides up the inside of my thigh.
Gritting my teeth together.
I fight against the feeling racing through me.
With shaking fingers, I click into my playlist.
“Hands back to the bed, Mr Steel,” I grit out.
Making him chuckle, but he does what I say.
Nash Steel is always in control.
I love knowing he is putty in my hands and willing to hand over control when I want something and I want to get down and dirty with my husband to this damn song.
Winking, I hit play on the song I had already cued up for tonight.
“Are you serious, babe?” Nash throws his head back on a deep laugh, his whole body shaking when Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy) by Big & Rich starts to play.
“Oh yeah, Cowboy,” I smirk.
“Get your ass over here now.”
That gruff deep voice has my body on a tight wire and before I know what I’m doing, I’m standing between hi
s parted legs, my knees hitting the edge of the mattress.
“Can I touch my wife now?”
“Touch away Cowboy,” waving a hand down the length of my body.
My words are nothing but a whisper.
My whole body is trembling when those stormy eyes hit mine.
Ever so slowly he sits up, sliding both hands up the outsides of my thighs.
A deep rumble in his chest vibrates through me when he grips my bare ass in his hands.
“Fuck Little Mare,” he husks out leaning forward he plants a kiss to my growing belly.
Before gripping the delicate lace in his teeth and begins to slide it up.
His hands grip my ass harder.
“Fuck,” slips past my lips, my body sensitive to his every touch.
Letting my nails drag down his bare chest, leaning down when he finally lets my chemise go, I lock my lips with his, he slides back on the bed pulling me with him.
He plants my legs either side of his.
My knees sliding up the bedcover so I’m straddling his thighs.
Running my finger across the top of his jeans finding his zipper slowly ever so slowly pulling it down.
Moaning when he sucks on my tongue.
One of his hands’ curls around my neck, the other still firmly planted on my ass, kneading the soft flesh making me whimper into the kiss.
Grasping his hard length in my hand, squeezing.
Sliding my hand up and down a few times before running my thumb over the hard tip.
This time it’s him groaning. I try to suck down the sound, wanting everything he has to give me.
Tonight has been one big foreplay and now I want to ride my cowboy, without waiting for him to get with the picture.
I move my hand down his hard length one last time lining my body up. I push down in one quick movement seating myself to the base.
Our mouths rip apart as we groan out our pleasure.
Without waiting to see if he’s ready I rotate my hips, hitting every right spot deep inside me.
Our breaths pick up; his hands grip my hips in a tight hold to the point of pain spurring me on.
I begin to move at a torturing slow pace to start.
Throwing my head back.
Wet warmth coats my lace covered nipple.
A scorching sensation zaps through me.
Picking up the pace, feeling his muscles begin to tense underneath me.