Anything Like Me

by Kimberly Knight

  Brandon and the boys were already inside, as well as our guests, waiting for my arrival. I had always imagined this day. I had heard that people become nervous, but I wasn’t. Today was the day that I was marrying my best friend…the one I would grow old with, laugh with, dream with, live for and love.

  Still looking out the tinted passenger side window of the limo, I waited for the driver to open the door as I watched my dad make his way down the steps.

  “Oh Ry, I need you to give this to Brandon,” I said as the girls started to pile out of the car.

  “Of course. Will you tell me what it is?”

  I handed Ryan the small silver gift bag. “It’s a Rolex that’s engraved with our names and today’s date.”

  The Rolex that I bought Brandon was silver with a black face. I liked it, not because it could go underwater, but because it was very elegant and would go with whatever he wore.

  “Aw, that’s awesome. He is going to love it!”

  “I hope so.” I smiled.

  After Ryan exited the limo, my dad stuck his head in. “Ready, Princess?”

  I was. I really was.

  “Yes,” I said, taking his hand in mine.

  “You look beautiful, baby girl.”

  “Thanks, Daddy.” I smiled and kissed his cheek, trying not to smear my lipstick.

  The photographer we hired was snapping pictures of our exchange and the girls walking up the steps. The cool October breeze whisked across my bare shoulders, making my hair that was loosely pulled into a low updo with long curls tickle my skin. I had a few shorter tendrils framing my face and my grandmother’s old handkerchief stuck in my strapless bra.

  My friend, Lori, let me borrow an Eiffel Tower necklace that I wrapped around the stem of my deep orange rose bouquet. My something blue was my shoes. I wanted to be comfortable and dance the night away. After Ryan’s wedding, I knew I would be standing a lot. I wore teal Vince V Camuto snake skinned sandals that were accented with a rose and rhinestones on each shoe. They were very comfy.

  My dad leaned down, kissed my cheek and whispered, “Let’s go get you married.”

  A smile spread across my face. It meant the world to me that my whole family loved Brandon and today, he would officially join my family and vice versa.

  We walked up the steps and into the grand foyer. Brandon’s groomsmen greeted us and then lined up with their appropriate mate to walk down the aisle. This was it. Train’s Marry Me started to play overhead and our friends started to walk.

  As I listened to the words that were being sung, I thought about the days when Brandon didn’t speak to me at the gym. Train sang about having the nerve to say hello in a café and it was almost an exact reflection of my life. Brandon needed the courage to say hello at the gym, but couldn’t find it until Vegas. At least he finally did at the poker table or else we probably wouldn’t be where we were today.

  Then at my bridal shower, I found out that he told Ryan that he knew he was going to marry me the first day he saw me. Train sang about that, too. After finding the nerve to say hello, he asked me to say that I would marry him. The song was perfect.

  When I finally stepped through the threshold into the immense hall, I was taken aback by its beauty. High vaulted ceilings and intricate crown molding all done in stark white were the perfect background for the most important day of my life.

  Our guests sat in silver Chiavari chairs with teal bows wrapped around the back and a diamond pendant in the center. Teal colored lights shot up from the floor along the white walls and a massive iron chandelier hung above the front of a white carpet aisle runner that I started walking down towards Brandon.

  I saw him watching our friends walk towards him, and then when he finally saw me and our eyes met, he smiled the smile that melted my heart. He was dressed in a traditional black tuxedo with a white dress shirt and a silver tie, and a teal handkerchief tucked into his breast pocket. The groomsmen were dressed similarly, but had a teal tie that matched the bridesmaid dresses, and a silver handkerchief that matched the belt on the bridesmaid dresses.

  Our eyes stayed locked as I walked down the carpet to the center of the room. Our guests sat to the right and left of me, as well as in the back of the room, beyond where the minister and Brandon stood waiting in the center of the room on a raised platform a few feet off the ground.

  All eyes were on me as my dad and I got closer to Brandon––closer to my future. As the song ended, I stepped onto the platform and Brandon took my arm from my dad after shaking his hand.

  My dad kissed me on the cheek and told Brandon to take care of me. I knew he would. I had no doubt.

  “You’re breathtaking, Babe,” he said, whispering in my ear.

  I smiled at him as the minister began, “Dearly beloved…”

  I tuned him and everyone else out as I stared into Brandon’s mocha eyes, waiting for my turn to speak. We held hands as we faced each other, and everything around us was gone. We were the only two in the room––the only two that mattered. Today was our day, and I would remember it forever.

  *~*~*

  After taking several pictures with our family and the bridal party, Brandon and I waited at the double doors to reenter the grand foyer as Mr. and Mrs. Brandon Montgomery. We were in our own little bubble as we gave each other sweet kisses and Brandon held me close.

  After giving us time to bask in our glory, our wedding coordinator opened the doors and we stepped back into the once familiar room. The room was awash in a sea of candles along the double staircases and tabletops.

  While we were taking pictures, the venue had transformed the room into our reception hall. The soft flicker of light projected against the walls and ceiling, giving the huge room an intimate feeling I didn't think was possible.

  Where the platform had once sat in the middle of the floor where Brandon and I exchanged vows was now replaced with a dance floor. Circular tables sat on each side of the floor and were draped with white linen tablecloths. The chairs that the guests sat in during the ceremony were placed around the tables and our guests now stood in front of them, clapping as we entered.

  The table tops were accented with tall vases holding white roses in the center, with tea light votives around them and teal linen napkins. A monogrammed M shined down onto the dance floor as we walked onto it to begin our first dance as husband and wife to Michael Buble’s song, Crazy Love.

  We slowly turned in circles, my head resting on his chest near his right shoulder as Michael sang about taking away troubles, grief and heartaches. He sang about the woman doing that for the man, but it went both ways between me and Brandon.

  Brandon came into my life and took away my heartache, and I helped get rid of his troubles from his past. Together we would comfort each other in times of grief, because that is what marriages were about.

  After our dance, we joined the wedding party at the head table and waited to start dinner. Everything was going great until everyone started dancing after the speeches.

  Stacey and her date, Eddie, were out on the dance floor with me and Ryan and most of our guests. Brandon, Jason and Blake were at the bar drinking until Robin Thicke’s Blurred Lines came on. I’m not even sure what happened next.

  One minute, we were dancing, the next, Blake was pulling Stacey by the arm with her screaming at him to let her go. Poor Eddie didn’t know what to do either. He just stood there for a minute. I looked to him, he looked to me, and then he and Brandon went after Blake and Stacey.

  “What was that all about?” Ryan asked me.

  “Beats me,” I shrugged.

  “Didn’t they say they would be on their best behavior?” Ryan asked, raising her voice so I could hear her over the music.

  “I’m not sure Blake knows how to do that.”

  I could hear Brandon yelling over the music from down the hall. I scampered off to the wedding disaster that I didn’t see coming. I should have known, but I thought we were all adults.

  “Blake, open the door,” Bran
don said, banging on the women’s bathroom door.

  “Babe, just leave them alone,” I said, grabbing his arm to pull him away.

  The bathroom was around the corner and thankfully not everyone knew what was going one. I didn’t exactly know what was going on. Brandon threw up his hands and stormed off. This was not the way I thought this night would go.

  *~*~*

  Our family and friends lined up on either side of us, holding sparklers as we walked down the steps of The Bently Reserve. I felt like a princess. I was a princess; my daddy said so earlier that day.

  Blake and Stacey didn’t come out of the bathroom for quite some time. When they did leave, Brandon and I were having our last dance, swaying back and forth to At Last by Etta James. I was in heaven. I barely noticed Stacey’s ruffled dress and Blake adjusting his pants.

  Despite the little incident with Blake and Stacey, the night was perfect. I was finally Mrs. Brandon Montgomery and that was all that mattered.

  “Are you going to tell me now where we are going tomorrow?” I asked, still not sure where we were going on our honeymoon.

  We were riding in the limo to our hotel room for the night. He only told me to bring summer clothes and sunscreen. It was Autumn. Where in the fall could you go and it was still nice weather? I had no idea how long we would even be gone. Since Skye was still at BKJB, she and Brandon arranged my vacation time. I never really liked secrets.

  “Not yet. You’ll find out at the airport tomorrow.” He popped the cork on a bottle of champagne in the limo.

  “You know this is killing me, right?”

  “I promise that it will be worth the surprise,” he said, handing me a flute of the almond champagne.

  “It better be,” I murmured, taking a sip.

  We arrived at the Fairmont, and Brandon led me to our room that was already prepared for our arrival. Just like the night he proposed, there was a bottle of champagne and a plate of chocolate covered strawberries waiting for us––my favorite.

  “You’re so beautiful.”

  “You’ve said that like a million times tonight,” I said, taking a bite of a strawberry, trying to not get a piece of chocolate on my white dress.

  “I just had no idea how beautiful you would look in your dress. I really thought my heart stopped.”

  “You’re such a liar.”

  “You don’t think you’re beautiful?”

  “No, I mean about the heart stopping.”

  “Well I figured that was more romantic than telling you that I was hard as a rock when you were walking down the aisle.”

  “I was wet when I saw you. I love when you wear suits and stuff. Remember New Years Eve and Ryan’s wedding?”

  “Do I?” he chuckled. “Fuck, I’m getting hard again.”

  “That’s the point. It’s our wedding night.” I smirked.

  “I know. I’ve been waiting for hours.”

  He stepped closer to where I sat on the edge of the bed, then reached his hand out to help me stand up. Once I stood, he turned me around so my back was towards his chest and slowly began to unzip the back of my dress, followed by his soft lips kissing the exposed skin as the dress slid down my body.

  My skin tingled all the way to my pussy. It felt good. His tongue retraced where he placed kisses until he lingered on my right ear, nibbling enough to make me moan with need.

  My dressed pooled around my ankles, leaving me in a white strapless bra, my teal sandals and my special panties.

  “I like your underwear.”

  “I figured you would.” I blushed.

  I wasn’t sure why I was blushing. I had been naked with Brandon numerous times before, but he just had that effect on me.

  “It’s very fitting.”

  “I know. I have more, too.”

  “Really?”

  “Well, I always plan on being Mrs. Montgomery, so I had to get more made for when these wear out.”

  “Well––we don’t want to mess them up now,” he said, hooking his fingers on each side of my hips and sliding the panties that read “Mrs. Montgomery” on the ass, down my legs.

  His hands glided up my right leg. The anticipation was driving me mad as his hands moved closer to my soft mound, which ached with the need to be touched.

  “Step out of your dress, Baby.”

  I draped my dress over the back of the black desk chair, stripped myself of my shoes and bra and waited for Brandon to tell me what he wanted next.

  “Let me,” I said, stepping forward to undo his tie.

  After shedding him of his clothes, I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed the mouth that was made for mine. His tongue swirled in my mouth, tasting of chocolate, strawberries and champagne.

  Our mouths stayed locked as he pushed me to the bed and lowered me down until his body hovered over mine. I spread my legs, wrapping them around his waist to bring him closer to me…closer to the spot that I needed him to fill.

  He eased his body down, onto me, his hard shaft pressing between my slick folds. My hands glided down his sculpted back, feeling every muscle that made this man. His mouth worked his way down my neck, stopping at my hard nipple as he sucked it into his mouth. A moan escaped my mouth as the friction built between my legs, needing to be filled.

  I was dripping. He was hard and I needed him––now. “I’m ready,” I panted.

  He eased back enough until he guided his thick cock into my pussy, not stopping until he filled me completely.

  “You’re so wet, Mrs. Montgomery.”

  He slid in and out, increasing his pace as I guided him into me by using my legs that were wrapped around his waist. My back slid a little over the white down comforter that covered the plush bed.

  We were meeting each other’s thrust, over and over, my pussy squeezing him as his hard cock pumped into me. I reached my hand up, cupping the side of Brandon’s face, and brought his mouth down to mine.

  Coming up for a breath, he smiled that signature smiled that I had fallen so deeply in love with. Brandon gazed down at me and my body hummed with pleasure, he’s the only man to ever make me feel this way. His strokes didn’t come from force, but were driven by pure unadulterated love.

  My eyes closed, my legs began to tense around Brandon’s hips. I was close and he knew it, his voice was low

  “I’m gonna come.”

  “Me too,” I panted.

  He leaned down and captured my lips again, securing a kiss before a growl came from his chest. He was right there with me.

  Coming down from our high, we settled into a long bath before enjoying each other a few more times before drifting off to sleep as husband and wife.

  *~*~*

  Not long after we went to bed, we awoke to get to the airport to catch our flight. Brandon still hadn’t told me where we were going. I was tired, but the excitement running through my veins had me wide awake.

  “Now?” I asked, wanting to know where we were going.

  We were in a yellow taxi on the way to the airport and the unknown was killing me.

  “Nope.”

  “I don’t like you anymore,” I pouted, crossing my arms over my chest.

  “I know. You love me,” he teased.

  “I would love you more if you told me where we were going.”

  “Doubt that. You can wait a few more minutes.”

  “Fine,” I said, still pouting as I looked out the window as the cars on the highway passed by us.

  We arrived at the United Airlines terminal for our seven a.m. departure. I knew what time our flight left, but I didn’t know the destination.

  Brandon and I wheeled our luggage to the baggage claim and Brandon handed our passports to the clerk.

  “Passports?” I asked.

  “Yep,” he said, smiling mischievously.

  “Mr. Montgomery, I have you and Ms. Marshall on the seven o’clock flight to Fiji with a layover in Los Angeles. Is that correct?”

  “Yes, that’s correct,” Brandon said, looking over at
me.

  “Fiji? We’re going to Fiji?”

  “Yep.”

  “Oh my God! I’ve always wanted to go to Fiji!”

  I couldn’t contain my excitement. People behind us were staring. They had to know it was for our honeymoon; after all, I was wearing a “Just Married” white zip-up hoodie.

  “Are we going to be staying in those huts on the water?” I continued.

  “Nope.”

  “No?”

  The clerk handed us our boarding passes and took our luggage and we started walking towards the security check.

  “Well?” I asked.

  “It’s even better.”

  “Oh my God, you’re not going to make me wait for that are you?”

  “Yep.” He smiled.

  “Don’t give me that smile!”

  “Babe, I promise you’re going to love it. I want to see your face when we get there.”

  “Okay.” I smiled back at him. I could wait. I could tell that it meant a lot to him to make me happy, and he did.

  *~*~*

  After our long flight out of LAX, which took almost a full day in the air, we arrived in Fiji a little after six in the evening their time.

  “We have to take one more plane,” Brandon said.

  “What? We are here…in Fiji.”

  “I know, but where we are going, you need a plane to get there.”

  “Really? How cool!”

  “Actually, stay here. I need to check us in, but I still want it to be a surprise.”

  Brandon walked over to a little booth where he spoke to someone, and then we were escorted to a small private plane on the tarmac. There were a few other people on board and after waiting for another couple to arrive, the plane took off for a short ride.

  We arrived at a small island and then were shown to a small cruiser boat which would take us to a platform that sat in the middle of the water not far from the shore of the small island.

  I looked at Brandon, trying to find answers, but he still wouldn’t tell me what was going on. He just smiled at me with a cocky smile. The smile I loved to hate. The couples that we were with were quietly talking among themselves and enjoying the warm tropical weather as it kissed our skin.