Make It to the Altar

by Fiona Cole

  I couldn’t stop the smile stretching my lips. He scooted closer and framed my face with his hands before placing gentle kisses to my mouth.

  “I want you as my wife. I’m done waiting, Anabelle.” His forehead pressed to mine. “I’ve waited my whole life for you. I want you now. Give yourself to me.”

  The warmth of his hands seeped into me, his words brushing against my lips, pushing inside to sink deep into my heart. A tear broke free and he caught it with his thumb before bringing it to his lips to lick it off.

  With a trembling breath shuddering out of me, I nodded my head. “Yes. I’m yours. Always.”

  6

  Kevin

  “Kevin.” Ana laughed, watching me jump from the bed with my arms tossed high in victory.

  I looked at her sitting on the bed with the sheet still clutched to her chest, a big smile pulling at her lips. “Fuck, I’m so happy.” I thought I would burst when she tipped her head back and laughed. “Better lose that sheet, Ana. Get some clothes on because we’re going to the courthouse and I’m not leaving until you’re Mrs. Harding.”

  She shook her head and bit her lips, still smiling. I had to hold back from pouncing on her and biting them myself. “Can I at least shower first?” She cocked an eyebrow. “I need to clean up a little bit after last night.”

  “Fine, but I get to join you.” Before I even finished speaking she was shaking her head.

  “Huh-uh. I don’t think so.” I furrowed my brow at her. “It’s my wedding day, you can wait until tonight.”

  I let out a growl as she dropped the sheet and waltzed her naked ass into the bathroom, swaying it extra hard to torment me. When I heard the water start, I quickly pulled up my computer and booked the tickets to Jamaica. Picking the latest flight to ensure we had time to get there. Then I found a hotel and booked us one with a bungalow on the beach.

  Tonight, I would be slipping inside my wife as the waves crashed outside our door. But until then. . .

  I turned toward the bathroom, listening to the water. Imagined it sliding down her small curves. It was too much. I needed to be with her. I didn’t have to fuck her yet, but I could at least help her get ready and shower.

  I opened the shower door and stepped in.

  “Kevin,” she gasped. “I told you, no sex until after the ceremony.”

  “That’s fine, but you can’t keep me from taking care of what’s mine. Now turn around so I can wash your hair.”

  Her eyes softened, and she leaned up on her toes to kiss me. I knew how much she loved when I took control. Bathing her was one of our favorite things. I poured shampoo into my hands before massaging it in her hair. Her moans of pleasure made my dick hard, and I had to stop myself from pressing it between her cheeks.

  I rinsed the shampoo and repeated the process with the conditioner. She kept her eyes closed the whole time, but they snapped open when my hands landed on her skin.

  “I didn’t want to waste time with your loofah,” I said with a smirk. “My hands are so much more efficient.”

  I began at her feet and worked up her legs, loving the way her hands dug into my shoulders for support. I took my time, teasing all around the apex of her thighs, before quickly swiping past all the good parts and moving up to her body.

  “Fucking tease,” she ground out.

  “You said no sex before the wedding,” I reminded her.

  “You’re still a fucking tease.”

  Leaning down to kiss her, I swallowed her gasp of pain when I roughly pinched her nipples. “This is teasing, Ana.” I pinched her again and held on for a bit before letting go and turning her to wash her back, quickly finishing.

  “Why am I marrying you again?” she asked, flushed from my touch.

  I smiled and washed myself. “Because you love me. Now, let’s dry off and get ready.”

  I left her to dry herself and went to the closet to pick out a suit for today. I almost decided to forgo the tie, but decided to wear it, just in case I had an opportunity to tie her up.

  “What am I supposed to wear?” she asked, standing at the door of the closet. I looked at her long legs peeking out from under the towel and made my way up to her breasts barely held in by the material.

  “Go sit on the bed. I’ll bring you something.”

  She nodded, warmth and a happy contentment radiating from her gaze. Scanning her side of the closet, I looked for the more formal summer dress I knew she had. I grabbed it and left the closet, grabbing a pair of white lace panties from the dresser.

  She watched me move across the room and kneel in front of her. I prompted her to lift her feet and slipped the thin material onto her legs and slowly worked them up, urging her to stand before finally setting the thong in place.

  “Kevin, I can dress myself.”

  “I’m going to dress what’s mine.”

  Her chest rose and fell on a heavy breath as a blush stained her cheeks. I stood and grabbed the dress from the bed, lowering again for her to step into it. My hands dragged up her body, touching as much as I could as I pulled it in place, resting the spaghetti straps on her soft shoulders.

  “What about a bra?” She sounded breathless and on edge.

  “Don’t need one.” My tone left no room for argument. Ana’s breasts were a perfect size and the dress’s top had a thicker material, so she really didn’t need one. “I like the idea of being able to see your nipples harden throughout the day.” I held the underside of each breast softly, over the material of her dress before leaning down and pressing a soft, open-mouthed kiss to each mound exposed by the shallow V of her dress.

  “Do you remember the last time I wore this dress?”

  One eyebrow rose as I smiled at her. “Do I? I remember everything about you, Ana.”

  “You were drinking that night. I didn’t know if you remembered it all.”

  “Oh, I remembered every moment. Every word.”

  We’d gone to Florida with my parents. Ana had needed to grab something from the car and I’d made some excuse to head to our room. I’d rounded the car just as she closed the door and pulled her back to my front.

  “Kevin,” she’d gasped when I began pulling the chiffon material up above her waist. “What are you doing? Anyone could see us.”

  No one could have seen us in the dark on the far side of the car unless they were looking.

  “I can’t wait for tonight. I need to fuck you now.”

  I’d quickly undone my pants and pulled her panties to the side, pushing inside her roughly, knowing she wasn’t completely ready. But the gush of wetness mixed with her cry of pain let me know she was getting there. She threw a hand out to support herself on the roof of the car as the other hand went to her mouth, struggling to hold back her cries.

  I’d reached my hand out, intertwining my fingers over hers and ruthlessly fucked her, biting onto her ear.

  “See that finger right there, Anabelle?” Her hair brushed against my lips as she’d nodded. “I’m going to put a ring on it. I’m going to own every part of you and announce it to the world. I’m going to marry you.”

  I had drunk a bit much that night, but I wasn’t concerned. We’d just gotten back together a month prior to that, but I’d wanted her for as long as I could remember, and I had no fear of scaring her away with my intentions. I didn’t think she minded considering she came as soon as the words had left my mouth.

  I’d pulled out of her and immediately came against the globes of her ass, letting splatters of cum land on the soft white material of her dress.

  “I think it’s fitting that this is the dress you marry me in,” I said.

  “You’re lucky I’m good at getting stains out so I can wear it still.”

  I smacked her bottom and nodded my head toward the door.

  “Come on future Mrs. Harding. Let’s get married.”

  And then the phone rang.

  I snatched it off the dresser and hit decline as soon as I saw work’s number. The second time it rang, I let it go a
ll the way to voice mail, but then it rang again.

  “Aren’t you going to get that?” Ana asked.

  “No. It’s work, and I already explained to them I wasn’t available.”

  “Kevin, it’s been three calls in a row. It seems important.” It rang again in my hand. “Just pick it up. It could be a simple question.”

  Letting out a heavy sigh, I clicked accept. “Hello?”

  “Kevin, we need you here ASAP,” my co-worker’s voice demanded urgently through the line.

  “No can do, Jean. I’ve already let everyone know who needs to that I’m not coming in until Tuesday.”

  “Well, that’s tough shit, Kevin. We need your signature today. Now.”

  “Jean, I said—”

  “That bid we’ve been working on for the past three months?” she cut in. “We got it. But they’re not waiting. They said we either sign today or they go elsewhere.”

  I ran my hands through my hair and turned away from Ana’s questioning eyes. “Fuck.”

  “Yeah. Sorry to ruin your vacation day, but this needs to happen.”

  Grimacing, I turned to Ana. “Let me talk to, Ana.” I held my hand over the mouth piece and explained.

  “Just a signature?”

  “Just a signature. I should be in and out.”

  She smiled and stepped up to me, resting her hands on my chest. “Then let’s not waste any more time and get it done so we can get married.”

  “I love you,” I said before pecking at her lips. “Jean,” I barked. “One signature, then I’m out.”

  7

  Ana

  One signature that should have taken ten minutes max to get through, turned out to be a lot longer than anticipated. Apparently, they had a minor change of heart and wanted to make a couple additions to the contract.

  I had to calm Kevin down enough because he’d wanted to say fuck it and throw away the contract. But he’d just gotten promoted at his marketing firm, and I knew he’d regret it later.

  “This is your big deal you were bringing to the table with your promotion. Come on. We have time. Don’t throw this away.”

  He’d reluctantly given in and left to sit in on a phone call. I hated it because it was with Jean. She was nice enough and seemed to keep it mostly professional, but I noticed the looks, the extra touches to the sleeve of his suit. My jaw clenched hard just thinking about it. My mind couldn’t help but wonder if she kept him there longer than necessary just to spend more time with him. It’d been over an hour since he’d left.

  I sat on the loveseat in his office, my flowing white skirt a stark contrast to the black leather. I brought my phone to life and checked the time. Two-seventeen. The courthouse closed at four and I was grateful I’d pushed him to take me with him. His office was much closer to the courthouse than our apartment.

  The door flew open, and Kevin strode in with his white sleeves rolled up on his strong, tan forearms that flexed when he pushed them through his dark hair.

  The door slammed closed behind him and he paced a few times before stopping to look at me.

  “I’m so sorry, Ana. We’re still waiting for them to agree to the contract. As soon as they do, they’ll let me know.”

  I hated seeing him like this. So frustrated and defeated.

  “It’s going to work out, Kev.” I infused strength in my voice. In truth, I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but I wasn’t ready to give up hope yet. He just needed something to keep him positive. And I knew just the thing to do.

  My skirt rustled, drawing his eye, as I began bunching it in my fists.

  “Maybe I can give you a distraction. Keep your mind off of Jean and the wait.” I stared up at him from my spot on the couch, leaning back and spreading my legs a little. His jaw clenched when I arched my back, pushing my breasts up.

  He locked the door before he began stalking toward me with a smirk, and my heart kicked up in my chest. “Are you jealous, Anabelle?”

  “No.”

  Once he was in front of me, my skirt had cleared my knees and he used his foot to kick my feet apart, making me spread my legs before he dropped to his knees. His palms landed on my thighs, urging them wider as he pushed the skirt up to my waist, not letting his eyes stray from my core.

  “I find it sexy that you’re territorial.” His eyes flicked to mine. “But don’t lie to me again. Now take your panties off.” His command was low and hard, and my pussy clenched in response.

  “I’m still not fucking you yet.”

  His eyes flicked to mine, hard and unyielding. “Take the fucking panties off, Anabelle.”

  Lifting my hips, I hooked my fingers in the lace and began tugging them down. He let me take them off before pocketing them and urging my thighs wide again.

  My breaths came fast and hard, unable to hold back the blush from the way he stared at my exposed opening. His fingers dug into the tender flesh making me whimper from the bruising strength. He dropped his head to my inner thigh by my knee and began biting hard, sucking the tender skin into his mouth, leaving marks in his wake.

  Slowly, he worked his way up my leg, making me more and more wet with each stinging bite, with each mark he left behind.

  One long finger dragged from my opening to circle my clit, making my hips jump. “Look at how wet this cunt is.” He brought the finger to his mouth and licked the moisture off. “I’m going to eat your pussy and make you hold in all your cries. You won’t be allowed to cover your mouth as I pinch your nipples, clamping them between my fingers. So, you better not scream if you don’t want the entire office to know that you’re a slut who loves pain.”

  Part of me wanted to be loud, to let Jean know that Kevin was mine and no amount of swoony looks would sway him. My whole body trembled in anticipation when his head lowered. I could feel his breaths against the wetness coating my lips, waiting for the feel of his tongue on me, when the doorknob rattled, and a knock came at the door. My whole body froze, grateful Kevin had had the foresight to lock the door.

  “Harding, open up. I got the forms.”

  Kevin placed a soft kiss on my pussy before pulling back. He rearranged my dress back to normal and I did my best to look like I wasn’t burning from the inside out.

  Another of his co-workers, Jeremy, pushed in as soon as Kevin unlocked the door and I refused to make eye-contact with him.

  “Sorry about this shit-show, man. Just need you to look it over and sign here.” Kevin scanned the documents and then scribbled across the last page.

  “We done?”

  “Yup.” Kevin shook his hand and off Jeremy went.

  When Kevin turned to me, his eyes scanned me from top to bottom and I knew he was trying to decide if we could pick up where we left off. I looked at the time again and saw it was two-thirty-two. “Not enough time.” I stood and walked to him, kissing his neck. “Tonight.”

  We grabbed our things and rushed to the car. He peeled out onto the street from the garage. We’d managed to make it six blocks before we hit a complete stand-still.

  “What the fuck is going on?” Kevin almost shouted.

  I sat up and looked around, but everything seemed to be stopped. People ahead of us were out of their cars and trying to see what was happening. Other cars had already driven up behind us. We were stuck.

  After thirty minutes, Kevin pulled out his phone and opened google to see if he could find anything about what was causing the stand-still. “Apparently, a damn dairy truck t-boned another truck, causing more cars to pile up behind it. This happened two hours ago. We could have missed it entirely if I hadn’t needed to come in.”

  “Do you think they have ice-cream on that truck? Maybe I could walk up and get us some cookies ‘n’ cream.” I tried to make light of the situation, but he wasn’t having it.

  “Fuck.” Kevin hit the wheel and looked like he was ready to explode.

  I reached my hand across the console and grabbed his hand from the steering wheel, letting my pinky softly link with his. I wante
d to anchor him to help him calm down. Just like he did for me. I began talking to take his mind off the situation.

  “I’ll never forget the first time you touched me. Or at least the first time it meant more than just a helping hand.” We’d been on his roof, under a blanket after he’d had a breakup with his girlfriend.

  His jaw relaxed a little and he chuckled. “You’d just told me I was your best friend.”

  “I had.” I hadn’t meant to say it at the time, but the smile he’d had afterward settled in my chest and made me want to say it over and over again, just to see his happiness. “When your pinky touched mine, it was like my whole body lit on fire. Like everything felt a million times more right than anything ever had in my life.” I smiled at the memory. “Just from a single touch.”

  “You almost burned me to the ground with some of your simple touches.”

  I laughed. “Oh yeah? Which ones?”

  “All the times we played chicken in the pool tested my patience. Fuck, you were hot in that bikini.”

  “You didn’t look too bad yourself. I remember that summer, you really grew into your lanky body. Who knew you’d only end up sexier now?”

  “I only get better from here on out.”

  “God, I hope so.” I let my head fall back dramatically on the seat. “I would hate to be stuck with someone who hit their peak at seventeen.”

  His laugh filled the car before he lifted my hand and kissed each finger, never letting go of my pinky.

  “Each summer, the swimsuits got smaller and smaller and it took everything I had not to pin you down. I would imagine tying your hands together with the top.”

  “Why didn’t you?” It was such an easy question to ask now.

  “Well, I was scared shitless by that need, and you were my best friend. I didn’t want to chance that.”

  How easy it was to forget where we’d come from. Kevin and I felt natural being together. We always had in one way or another, but sometimes I forgot—or blanked out—how hard it was to get to where we were. All the fears, doubts, and questions. The insecurities and mistakes. I wanted to erase all the bad times and years apart between us, but never would because it brought us to where were now.