Our home.
Our life together.
Lilly came in to the room, greeting us with her bubbly disposition, she was a delight to be around. “Bath time, let’s have ya!” She patted the wheelchair seat.
“Yes, please!” I responded quickly. Sponge baths, even given by my hot sexy man, just didn’t cut it. A soak in a tub was in order.
Lilly left me to soak in the large jet tub for close to an hour, it was pure heaven. My achy sore bones and dare I say, my backside needed it. I now had a new respect for satin sheets after my skin being rubbed near raw on hospital grade linens. The definite linen choice for Gage and I would be satin, and not just your average, no, we would be purchasing the best.
With my hair French braided, thanks to Lilly’s persistence and a pretty pink satin gown she snuck in for me, I was feeling like a new woman or at least a cleaner, fresher version. Even Gage looked better. He had taken the opportunity to shower and change while I was gone. His blond curls were pulled back into a band and he smiled when our eyes met.
“Beautiful,” Gage said, as he lifted me from the wheelchair. Instead of placing me in the bed he sat in the chair by the window with me on his lap.
“This is nice.” I snuggled into his warm hold.
“There’s something I need to ask you and I want to do it before we go back to New York.”
“What is it, Gage?”
“I wanted to ask you when we were on the London Eye but,”
“But I went and ruined it.”
“You ruined nothing, baby,” he crooned as he caressed my cheek. “I thought I was going to lose you that day. It was the scariest day of my entire life. Prison was a walk in the park compared to the feeling that I might lose you.”
I lay my head on his shoulder happy to listen, happy to be this close, to be alive and wrapped in his arms.
“I’d close my eyes each night and pray for one more day. One more chance to tell you I loved you. I’ve learned a lot about us, you and me, in the last few weeks. Life is precious and far too short. I refuse to take each day we have for granted,”
Gage stood and sat me in the chair while he kneeled at my feet. “Baby, marry me.”
He held up the pinky of his right hand, to reveal a simple princess cut solitaire diamond ring in a platinum setting. Nothing ornate or gaudy about it, it was perfectly unpretentious.
“Gage!” I managed to squeak out.
“You’re all I’ve ever wanted, ever needed, ever will need,” he transferred the ring from his pinky to the tip of my ring finger and stilled. “I’ll take care of you until the end of time. Share all that I have and all that I am and cherish every moment with you. We’ll never be apart again. Marry me.”
“Tell me one thing first.”
“Anything,”
“Tell me what I am. Let me hear you say it.”
Bending forward he pecked the tip of my nose with his lips and winked with a cheeky grin. “Mine!” he declared proudly sliding the ring onto my finger. “And you’re mine from this moment forward.”
My head started nodding before my mouth caught up. “Yes, yes I’ll marry you.”
Epilogue
363 Days later
My eyes rolled back, sparkling flecks of light illuminated behind closed lids and my entire body shuddered through the most amazing orgasm ever. My breath escaped with a loud grown as Gage buried himself balls deep and the tips of his fingers pushed into the flesh of my ass cheeks. There were going to be welts where his nails sunk in and the idea of walking around all day marked by my man tickled me.
Wrapping my legs around his waist I yanked my arms, the bite from the handcuffs reminding me it was hands off. Gage was in control. One of my favorite parts of play time was his demand and need for charge.
“Wearing something with long sleeves today, baby?” Gage laughed. “Keep yanking on those cuffs and our secrets won’t be our own for long.”
“Then let me loose so I can touch you and no one will find out I’m married to a sexual animal,” I pled, behind a naughty laugh.
“Let them think what they want,” he whispered. “Want them to know I fuck my wife my way and she likes it…Tell me you don’t.”
“I’d never lie to you.” My legs clamped on tighter.
“Me neither, especially when I’m going to cum, Ohhh…” Gage rose to his knees, grasped his hands at my waist and slammed into me. A loud vocal grunt escaped with every impact. “Fuck, gonna cum,”
Heat from his seed spilling deep inside, felt like an inferno. I melted beneath him as he relaxed, totally sated. I loved the weight of Gage on top of me exhausted after one of our sexual workouts. And workouts they usually were, like a never ending marathon of making-up-for-lost-time sex. From the six week mark, all those months ago when the doctors ok’d me, it was like he was making sure I never doubted his love. If he wasn’t trying to fuck my brains out, he was touching me, or copping a feel every chance.
No longer treating me like a fragile china doll, he had upped the kinky level and introduced me to all of his demands. No whips and chains, to my relief. But the bite of a satin flogger and nipple clamps proved a little pain gave way to a whole lot of pleasure.
“Always so fucking good baby,” he purred, against the lobe of my ear. “What do you say we stay in our room and fuck the world, I’ll make you cum till you see stars?”
I giggled, “Already saw stars.”
The cuffs released and I pulled him as close as I could get. Teeth sunk into the lobe of my ear sending butterflies to my stomach, he knew how to persuade me but not this time. Today was too important. I’d never forgive myself if I missed this wedding.
“You’re incorrigible, Mr. Carter,” I teased, shoving him off. “Enough. We need to get ready.”
“And you are impossible to resist, Mrs. Carter,” Gage hissed, licking his tongue across my lips. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
***
Casa Loma was the perfect venue for John and Philippe’s nuptials. It hadn’t surprised me that the boys picked it from the list I had sent. Toronto, Canada was close to my home town and I knew the area well, which made venue suggestions easy. Gage and I stood up for them as Matron of Honor and Best Man. Five hundred give or take a few of their closest family and friends were here to celebrate their union.
John had pulled out all the stops. From the huge ice sculpture of Cupid set as the focal point in the endless buffet, to the bling encrusted pillar candles on each table surrounded by black and white roses. The black and white theme was carried throughout the room. Even their wedding bands kept to the theme. Black Titanium inscribed with a Celtic design, gorgeous. Two grooms with linked hands sat atop a black and white layered cake, and each guest received a silver corkscrews with a crystal heart on top, their initials magically floating inside.
Both boys dressed in matching black tuxes with silver gray waist coats and bow ties. Gage wore a plain black tux and the boys insisted I wear a soft pink tulle floor length gown. John said it made him feel like he was sharing his day with me, since Gage and I chose to elope opting for a reception only. The decision was an easy one, Gage had little to no family and I still being on the bitter side of forgiveness, couldn’t stand the idea of sharing my day with my father.
Tess stood up for me and Henry beamed with pride as Best Man. We recited vows with an official at city hall and spent our wedding night at the Plaza Hotel after dinner at The Russian Tea Room. It may not have been the glamorous affair that we were attending today but it was everything to me.
“You look beautiful, honey,” John said, handing me a glass of sparkling champagne.
“You too,” I giggled.
“A toast,” Philippe said, raising his glass as Gage came over to join us. “To the future.”
“And good friends, to share it with,” Gage added.
Taking a long sip, the bubbles tickling the tip of my nose I asked, “So where are you going for your honeymoon?”
“Niagara Falls,” John
answered, winking at Gage.
My right brow arched suspiciously as I looked to each of them. “What are you two up to?”
“Surprise,” Gage announced, pulling me into his chest. “We’re going too.”
“We’re going with you on your honeymoon?” I laughed. “Kinky.”
“Separate rooms missy, wipe away any ideas in that pretty little head of sharing my sexy man,” Philippe joked.
Flipping my hand in a stop gesture I joked, “I don’t share either, bitch!
“Just saying it’s not happening on my honeymoon. I didn’t say I won’t share.”
“Before the cat fight starts, come dance with me baby.” Gage lifted me off me feet and swung me in the direction of the dance floor as Philippe and me sticking out our tongues lightheartedly and tittering.
I had never attended a wedding where an actual band played, this was a welcome change. The sound of live instruments blending together, the vibration of each note reverberating in the air was stirring.
“Having a good time, baby?”
“I am,” I answered, quietly resting my cheek to Gage’s chest listening to his hearts steady rhythm mix with the music.
“Do you regret not having a big wedding?”
I pulled back, surprised by his question. I brushed my hand along his smooth jaw. “Not for a minute. Our wedding was just what I wanted. You and me, it was perfect. I wouldn’t change a thing. Would you?”
“No. Just wondering, isn’t it every girls dream for the elaborate once in a lifetime thing?”
“It was never mine, once in a lifetime yes, elaborate not so much.” My answer was blessed by a dark smoldering kiss; he had me melting on the dance floor.
Henry and Tess waved as they danced past. Whatever Henry was saying must have amused Tess; she threw her head back and laughed. To my shock and amazement as the music’s tempo slowed, he moved her in a bit tighter to his chest and caressed his lips across her cheek. Tess wrapped her arms around his neck and the next thing I knew, they were sealed at the lips.
“Holy shit, will you look at that.”
Gage followed my stare and grinned. “Another match made in heaven?” he wondered.
I nodded. “Could very well be, I wasn’t aware they had gotten so close.”
Gage laughed, “Another one bites the dust.”
That earned him a thump to the chest, a playful thump, but a thump all the same.
Watching the happy couples as they held each other and whispered into each other’s ears, I couldn’t help but wonder what the future held for all of us. Would there be children, where would we be in a month, a year, even ten years from now? At the least, I could be happy in the knowledge that I had a future, something to hold on to and someone special to share it with.
My lips curled into a smile.
“What’s that smile for, sweetheart?”
“I’m thankful for all of this,” I said, peering around the room. “John, Philippe, Tess, Henry and most of all you!”
Most of all I was thankful for each morning, to wake up and leave my bed.
The End
About the author
Jennifer Rose lives the glamorous life in Canada working as a part-time office clerk/manager. A mother of three grown boys, she decided to give up cleaning, cooking and day to day household chores in favor of sitting with a favorite beverage, be it coffee or wine and her trusty laptop, after a friend and author convinced her that she had what it took to write romance novels, so she took a creative writing coarse and finally started writing.
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