by A. J. Downey
“I love you,” she whispered up to me and I stilled, bowing my head and kissing her gently in what, unbeknownst to me, would become my absolute favorite photo of our wedding day.
I saw it then, as I would for years to come, on her face as I drew back. The same kind of peace I felt every time I looked at her or heard her voice. We resumed dancing, I held her close and let the music carry us around the floor and soon there were other couples around us. Beautiful, happy, a light in the dark for both Hayley and I.
“I wish we could afford a honeymoon,” she murmured quietly.
“We’ll take one on our first anniversary,” I promised her.
We were both holding onto every penny for the baby, to make sure he or she wouldn’t want for anything. We had a pretty grim outlook on the bills associated with a pregnancy but it was a good thing she’d thought of all that, otherwise we could have really been in financial trouble.
My girl was smart as well as beautiful, and I was so very damn lucky that she was forgiving and I silently vowed to her and myself, she would never have the occasion to need to exercise that forgiveness on me in that way ever again.
“You’re my life now, Hayley. I promise to take care of you and our family… I promise to be our safety.” I murmured and kissed the top of her head and she cuddled close to me.
“It’s a strange little life we’re building,” she said. “And I love it… even though it’s not how we planned or would have done things, I love it anyways.”
I smiled, a content and happy man, and we danced until after sunset, stopping only for wedding cake and to see guests off as they left.
Her dad came up to us and said, “Well, it’s your wedding night and I know you aren’t going anywhere, but for tonight the house is all yours. Dragon’s offered to put me up for the night so you two can have a little privacy and I’m going to take him up on it.”
“Dad! You don’t have to do that,” Hayley tried to argue but he and I exchanged a pointed look. I stuck out my hand and he shook it heartily.
“Thank you, Jake.”
He huffed a laugh and said, “Don’t ‘cha mean dad?”
“The word ‘dad’ has some rough meaning where I come from so if it’s all the same, I’d rather not go there yet,” I said.
He nodded and said, “My ol’ man was a bastard, too. It’s why I moved the hell out of Ohio and came down here in the first place. Why I never let him see Hayley.”
“I didn’t know that,” Hayley said softly.
“He died when you were ten. It’s not something your mom and I talked about. He wasn’t a good person to be around.” Hayley nodded but I could tell she wasn’t happy by the revelation. “Anyhow, that’s a conversation for another day. Try not to think about it too much.”
Her dad leaned down and hugged her tight. She hugged him back and said, “I love you, Daddy. I’m so sorry if I’ve disappointed you.”
He huffed a laugh and said, “Never in any way that’s really counted baby girl. You are all that is good and right in my world. I couldn’t be prouder of you if I wanted to.”
Hayley sniffed and came off her tiptoes. Jake looked at me and nodded saying, “I’m glad you get that.”
“I do get that. She’s too good for me.”
“Ha! She’s too good for all of us.”
Hayley wiped at her eyes and said, “Okay, knock it off you two!”
Jake and I chuckled and he walked away, down the drive calling over his shoulder, “Don’t either of you dare try to clean any of this shit up tonight.”
“He’s right, got a cleanup crew of some of the guys and the ol’ ladies coming over as soon as the hangovers are bearable,” Dragon said, coming up behind us and wandering around so he could face us and talk to us.
“Thanks for everything, Pres.”
“It’s what we do,” he said with a shrug.
Hayley went forward and hugged him and he chuckled and hugged her back. “Aw, hell,” he said grinning.
“Thank you so much for everything,” she echoed my sentiment and Dragon tipped her chin.
“Yer a good girl,” he said with a nod. “You two do everything I would do tonight, y’ hear?”
“Yes, sir.”
We watched him trail up the side of the house along the driveway whistling and Hayley looked around the yard.
“Nope, I know that look,” I declared.
She laughed lightly as I bodily steered her in the direction of the back door.
“Okay, okay!” she cried.
“Out of sight, out of mind,” I said.
“So what next?” she asked.
“Next, I get you out of that dress and do to you what I’ve been dying to do all day.”
“Oh really?”
“Yeah, really.”
I walked her up the back steps and into the back door, taking her directly across the kitchen to the stairs of the second floor. She didn’t resist me, in fact, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was just as eager as I was to get out of these clothes to slip into each other.
We went into her – excuse me, our bedroom and I have to say, I loved this woman. She was neat, organized, and fastidiously clean like me. Everything in its place, bed made every morning, room so perfect it looked like it belonged in a magazine spread and that no one actually lived in it, which was sort of the case, honestly. I mean, she slept more in her studio loft than up here anymore but that was okay. At least until the baby came.
“You look like your mind is going a mile a minute,” she said, fingertips touching either side of my face.
“I’m nervous,” I realized with a start.
She laughed and asked, “How could you be? It’s not like this is our first time…”
“Yeah, but it is… I mean, you’re my wife.”
She smiled and closed her eyes like what I’d said was the sweetest music she’d ever heard.
“Say that again.”
“What? That you’re my wife?”
She let out the most contented and happy sigh that it felt like liquid gold ran through my veins. Warmth suffused me inside and out and I felt my spirits lift.
“My wife,” I whispered gently and lowered my mouth to hers, my hands smoothing over the light, crisp cotton of her dress, drawing her into my arms. She kissed me and it was everything I had ever ached for. A kiss that said I belonged but made me feel it down to my bones.
A kiss that told me I love you, I want you, and most importantly I need you…
I hadn’t realized how important it was for me to be needed until I thought I wasn’t. So many things got turned upside down and inside out when we’d lost Cell and I was just now beginning to realize for myself that Hayley wasn’t a bridge between me and him, she had been a bridge out and away from him…
One that I’d needed for a long time.
I held her close and eased the zipper to her dress slowly down her spine. The fabric parted and she gave a little whimper of relief. I took my time, running my hands over her soft skin and kneading her lower back which was probably killing her after all day in heels.
She took a slight step back, breaking the kiss and let the dress fall and pool at her feet. It was one of the most erotic things I’d ever seen, all that perfect white cotton whispering down and revealing her soft smooth skin. I felt my already hot and hard cock throb behind my zipper by way of response and there was only one thing for me to do.
I reached for her and pulled her against me again and kissed her, just holding her body against mine, soaking up her warmth through my clothes until I could go to my knees in front of her. I smoothed my hands over every inch of her skin that I could, pressing my lips wherever I felt like it. I reached up blindly behind her, her nails scratching sensually along my scalp as she ran her fingers through my hair. I unhooked her white lace bra and slid it down her arms revealing those perfect breasts and probably could have died right then and gone nowhere because this was heaven.
Her eyes glowed with desire and lust as she
sucked in a breath between her slightly parted lips, swollen with my kiss and I burned this scenario into my memory forever. We could be eighty fucking years old and every time I looked at her, I would see this, right here, right now. This perfect moment frozen in time.
I sucked first one then the other nipple into my mouth and watched her while I did it. Her breaths deepening, the cadence of them speeding up as arousal swirled behind those dark eyes. Her hands gripped my shoulders as I trailed kisses down her stomach and hooked fingertips into the light elastic of her matching white lace panties.
I slid them slowly, so agonizingly slowly, down her legs, the perfume of her sex a heady thing, a fierce desire of my own walking blazing fingers down my spine. I wasn’t able to resist. I buried my mouth at the apex of her thighs and she threw back her head, the long line of her body arching above me. I steadied her, hands on her hips and slung one leg up over my shoulder.
“Oh god, Blue!” she cried.
I played my tongue back and forth over her clit and she held onto me grinding her body closer, into my assault. I loved that. I loved that so hard. I loved even more what I did next and that she trusted me to do it. I picked her up, legs over my shoulders and backed her against the nearest wall, standing with her riding my face as I teased, licked and sucked her slowly to orgasm, her fingers tangled in my short hair, gripping me as I played with her body.
I listened to her breath, her gasps and moans coming at regular intervals and sweet to the ear. I loved listening to the sounds of passion I wrought out of my partners, but out of Hayley? It was seriously some next level erotic shit.
“Oh god, oh god, ohgodohgodohgod!” Her hips jerked off the wall and toward my face before slamming back against it. Her whole body writhing with a powerful orgasm and I held her, bringing her down, sliding her carefully down my body until her legs wrapped around my waist and her arms around my shoulders.
She crushed her mouth to mine and kissed me beyond passionately and I smiled against her lips. She was ready, and judging by the amount of pre-cum soaking into the front of my boxers, I was past ready too.
Chapter 46
Hayley
So amazing… I couldn’t believe he’d done that and now, all I wanted was the bed behind him and both of us naked and in it. I pushed at his jacket and cut and let them slide off of his shoulders and crash to the area rug over the hardwood floor.
“Shit! Hey!” he reached down immediately and picked them up, laying them off to the side on the dresser before returning to me with a nervous laugh. “That never happened, okay?”
“Oh, okay…” I laughed nervously and wondered if it was some kind of rule I didn’t know about but I would ask later. Right now he pulled his tee over his head and my mind went on the short honeymoon my body had just been on. I went to him and pressed my lips over his heart, even as he kicked out of his boots and worked at his belt.
He picked me up, hands gripping my ass, hauling me up his body, erection pressing against me, and I ached to have him inside of me. He carried me to the bed and set me down and grabbed a condom off of the bedside table.
While I longed to make love to him with no barriers between us, I loved watching him put one on. The look in his eyes, the eagerness with which he tore open the foil packet… It was one of the hottest things ever for me.
He rolled the condom down his length and climbed up onto the bed after me, laying down beside me. I smiled and eagerly straddled his hips, picking his cock up off his stomach and positioning it carefully, sliding down over the top. My body was wet and ready and the desire in his eyes as he watched me stoked an answering fire in my own body. I rode him, gently and carefully at first as my body grew accustomed to his presence and I found just the right place for him to touch inside.
I found it and tipped back my head and moaned. His hands on my hips, he pulled me down tight and pushed and pulled me back and forth, encouraging me to grind on him the way he knew I liked, even though it didn’t stimulate him as much as he liked.
“Make yourself come,” he ordered me lightly and I nodded and availed myself of his cock, grinding back and forth, torturing that place inside that sent sparks of pleasure up through the center of my being. Working it, exploiting it in a hedonistic display that would have had me burned as a witch two hundred years ago.
“Oh, god Hayley, that’s it. That’s it, fuck me, baby. Come for me,” he encouraged between deep, passionate, panting breaths.
I braced my hands against his chest and I was so close, so very close, riding that edge where everything glowed, in that place where orgasm lived, the feeling just there on the horizon. I just was missing something, needing that one little extra push and Blue gave it to me, licking the pad of his thumb and delving into the light cleft at the top of my sex where our bodies met. He rubbed back and forth, teasing my clit and I felt the change. I felt the glow intensify, the light filling my being and just when I thought I couldn’t take it anymore it burst up and out from the very center of my body, flowing in a rush down every nerve. It left my muscles expanding and contracting, so crazy, so wild, so free that I very nearly blacked out and found myself gasping, pressed against Blue’s chest, one of his muscular arms around my waist, the other along my back.
One strong hand buried in the back of my hair, kneading my neck as he lazily took over, thrusting up into the wet heat of my body while I gripped the covers beneath our bodies in my fists.
My hearing came back in stages, and when it did, it was to his voice, soft, gentle, and encouraging but also soothing; his breath ruffling my hair. I pushed up and he let me go, smiling while I went for a third orgasm and worked diligently to give him his first. I found an undulating rhythm, bracing my hands on the headboard and working myself back and forth and up and down on him until his eyes slipped shut and his breath came fast.
His hands found my hips and he caressed up and down my body, gripping my breasts, teasing the nipples with forefingers and thumbs, sparking me up again, my body still felt so good from the last orgasm, but already another was beginning. Deep inside my pussy it felt heavy and warm, my body nurturing the tiny golden glow remaining into a raging fire.
“Oh, god!” I cried and leaned into his hands. He grinned and worked with me, thrusting up as I thrust down and I swallowed hard, holding onto that feeling, riding that edge for as long as I could, growing only marginally frustrated when I didn’t immediately tip into that glorious fall.
I could live in that space between forever, right on the edge, one muscle spasm away from coming body filled with love and light, but alas, it wasn’t to be. Blue grunted and thrust up, even as his hands found my hips and slammed me down onto him. I felt so good that when he bottomed out, striking my cervix, rather than hurt it send me spiraling out into the ether, as if my soul separated from my body and was cast adrift.
This time it took much longer to come back from that. This time, when I came back, my ear was pressed over Blue’s heart, listening to it thunder, even as it matched the cadence of my own which pounded so hard I could feel it’s every beat reverberating against my ribs.
I pushed up, sweat dewing both of our skins and looked down at him as if seeing him for the first time. He looked back and the same expression I wore was painted on his face.
“I love you so fucking much,” he gasped and I smiled down at him and laughed, bowing down and pressing my forehead to his.
“I love you, too…”
“God I want you all over again.”
He’d started to go soft inside me but I could feel him begin to already grow hard again.
“One second,” I panted and reached between us, holding the condom at the root and drawing my body off of his. I discarded the used one and grabbed a fresh one, tearing it open and rolling it on.
“On your knees, baby,” he said patting a hand against my thigh and I got off of him, lowering my body to the bed, arching my back low, while he set himself up behind me. He reached under the pillow and pulled something out and I asked, �
�What is that?”
“Anal plug, now stay down.”
I felt my nerves spark to life as he reached for the lube on the bedside table. He shoved himself back into my pussy and fucked me low and slow while he pressed a lubricated finger to my asshole. I sucked in a deep breath and closed my eyes.
“Not the same, but best I can do…” he murmured and worked me up slowly into taking the plug into my ass. It felt good. A full feeling that I hadn’t gotten anyway else since… well, since he and Cell had shared me.
He held the plug in place with the heel of his hand and sucked in a deep breath, striking a harder more punishing rhythm with his cock. I exhaled sharply and began to pant, gripping the covers with my fists as the pleasure began to build.
“Oh, god Blue!”
“Yeah? Does that feel good?” he demanded?
“Yeah!”
“Good.”
And it was good. Not the same, obviously, but good… I loved him so much and I loved that he would explore with me and that he loved me and that what we shared with Cell was something to be celebrated more than mourned.
I loved that he would be a father to our child regardless of its genetics and I loved so very much that they had both taken a chance on me and had opened up my life and my world to so much more than it had been.
I loved them both and I always would, even if one were gone, he would always be a part of the both of us and by loving each other as fiercely as we did, we brought a sort of honor to our memories.
I arched low to the mattress, coming hard and long and continuous – finding a never-ending bliss in the pulse of my husband’s body in mine.
Epilogue
Blue
Hayley was eight months pregnant, but we still hadn’t missed the Harvest Festival. We’d still danced to her favorite live music and we still rode the Ferris wheel and we still ate cotton candy, and when we got home? I still bent her over her studio work table and fucked her like she wasn’t smuggling a basketball under her shirt. I couldn’t help myself – pregnancy looked so damn good on her and her OB said there was absolutely nothing wrong with an active sex life while Hayley carried. In fact, she kind of encouraged it when Hayley ended up overdue.