I stand up and pick her up into my arms. Placing her on the bed, I say, “Wait right here. I bought you a dress, and it’s in the closet.”
Going to the closet I pull a box out from the top and take it to her. I watch her open it and her eyes light up. She pulls the white, flowing, Vera Wang wedding dress out I had made special for her.
“You’ve got to be kidding me, Kip! OMG! It’s gorgeous. How did you manage to get this without me knowing?” The way her eyes sparkle fills my heart.
“That’s what I was doing in the middle of the night this whole last week. Getting things, making plans, making reservations. I wanted it to be perfect and you not to have to lift a finger.” My fingers run through her hair. “Your stylist is waiting for you across the hall in the other room to get you all dolled up and ready to meet me downstairs.”
“Kip,” her voice shakes. “I’m sorry for all the bad stuff I was thinking about you. I’m an idiot.”
“I forgive you, love.” I run my hand over her sweet, little head. “Now, go get ready and your father will come up and get you and bring you down to me once you're through. I can’t wait to make you my wife and whisk you away for the next two days to a private island in the Bahamas.”
“What?” she asks as her eyebrows go up. “The baby! I don’t think it’s a good idea to leave….”
I press my finger to her lips. “Peyton, he’ll be fine for two days. Our parents are all going to be here to take care of him. Sure, he’ll be spoiled rotten when we get back, but that’s okay.”
“But, I’m breast feeding…” she moans as she looks at the dress again.
“I talked to the pediatrician and he’ll be just fine on his formula alone for a couple of days. Just relax and go get ready.” I pull her up and walk her across the hallway.
I leave a kiss on the top of her head before I turn back to get ready myself. “By the way, Peyton, I love you.”
“I love you, you sneaky man,” she says just before she disappears into the room.
Finally, she’s going to be my wife!
Peyton
At nearly two in the morning on Tuesday, January fourteenth, I’m walking with my father down the staircase to marry my one, true love. My heart is pounding and I’m shaking as we go towards my future.
“It’s funny how you two started out going to get married almost a year ago and we all thought it was way too sudden,” Dad says as we walk to the wedding march.
“Then one kid and months later, we finally are,” I say.
“You look happier than I can ever remember you being.” Dad gives me a pat on the back of the hand he’s holding. “I think you two will make a pretty great family, Peyton.”
The water works begin and Dad hands me a handkerchief he pulled from his pocket. “Thanks, Dad.”
“You're welcome, honey.”
We take the last stair and I look up to find a man holding a Bible. Kip stands in front of him and looks at me. Mom and Chloe stand together on one side and Sebastien holds our baby, Paxton, near Kip.
I smile as I realize Kip and Paxton have on matching black suits. Kip really put in the work for this wedding. His smile is made more brilliant by all the candles lighting up the room.
Pax coos at me as I walk by him. I reach out and run a hand over his little, blonde curls. My father places my hand in Kip’s and more tears flow over my cheeks.
He’s all I can see. Kip smiles making my knees weak. He pulls me around to look at the man who’s about to say the words which will make us one.
My heart’s pounding so hard I can barely hear the words the man’s saying. A little something about how life will be different now I think I catch, but mostly I just look at Kip and my mind is moving with thoughts only of him.
Kip leans in and gives me a nudge. “Answer the man, baby.”
I look at the dark haired man. “Is the answer, I do?”
He gives me a nod and my family laughs at me. The pounding in my chest grows and I decide I should concentrate on what the guy is saying. He may ask something completely inappropriate and I don’t want to say yes to anything I don’t believe in after all.
He asks Kip if he promises to love and cherish me forever and Kip agrees to. The idea that Kip will be around forever now is kind of freaking me out.
This summer I thought the thing we had was fleeting. Gone before it began. Then the baby happened and Kip found me and found out what I was keeping from him and instead of being furious or running for the hills, he did just the opposite.
Another nudge from Kip and I say, “I do.”
It’s a given no matter what Kip asks of me I will eventually do. He’s pretty trustworthy and so adorable it’s hard to tell him no about anything.
The next thing I know Kip is putting a ring on my finger and I’m handed a ring to put on his and now I know what’s next and I can hardly wait. He better plant a great one on me.
It’s been forever!
Kip
Stars fill the night sky as we fly on our private jet to the Bahamas. Peyton is drying her eyes again. She’s cried about a dizzying number of things since the festivities began.
“What’s this flood about, my darling wife?” I take her hand and pull it to my heart.
The plane is beginning to level out and we’ll soon be able to move about it. First stop is the bedroom!
“I already miss Paxxie Poo!” she whimpers as she wipes the tears away.
“He’ll be back in your arms before you know it,” I say then kiss the top of her head. “You look stunning by the way.”
She fluffs a curl. “Do I really? Even with all the crying I’ve been doing?”
“Yes you do. By the way, why so much crying? I admit I thought you’d cry some, but, love, you’re crying about everything. When you cried about how pretty the jet was I really had to question if you’re happy about this marriage at all.”
“No! God, Kip!” She looks at me with the most earnest expression I think I’ve ever seen on her face. “Everything is making me so happy. I’m like a lunatic, I’m so glad you and I are married now. I swear it.”
The captain comes over the speakers, “Feel free to move about the plane guys. Champagne is next to the bed, newlyweds!”
Unbuckling our seatbelts quickly, it seems both of us can’t wait to get to that bedroom. “Race ya!” I say with a laugh.
Peyton’s giggles fill the cabin and I pick her up and carry her to the bedroom. As I open the door we see rose petals have been strewn over the bed.
“How sweet, Kip,” she says then her hand cups the back of my neck and she pulls me in for a kiss.
The sweetest kiss ever. I slip my tongue past her luscious, red stained lips to stroke it over her tongue. I kept our kiss somewhat chaste at the end of the wedding ceremony as my want for her is nearly overwhelming.
A fear ran through me that I’d not be able to stop once I felt her tongue mingling with mine. They way my pants are becoming increasingly uncomfortable is a clear indication I was more than right.
I sit down on the bed, Peyton cradled on my lap, as our mouths refuse to leave the other’s. Her dress zips in the back and I lower the zipper as I swirl my tongue around hers, finding the taste of Champagne still there.
Her bare skin feels like silk beneath my hands as I run them over her back. My hair is caught up in her hands. She leans in close, pressing her breasts against my chest and I have to feel her.
I pull my mouth away from hers and she protests. “Baby, let’s get rid of these clothes.”
She nods and stands up, pushing the dress off her shoulders. It falls in a white, silky pile on the floor. Her white lace bra and panty set make my mouth water and I struggle with the zipper off my pants as I hurry to undress.
With a sly smile, Peyton steps forward, taking my hands from the obstinate zipper. Her fingers make quick work of the device which was plaguing me. “Your hands are shaking,” she says with a little giggle. “Seems you’re nervous, hubby.”
“Nervou
s! Ha!” I pull my jacket off then my shirt as she pushes my pants down. I step out of my shoes as she pushes me back to lie on the bed.
One sock she slowly takes off then the other. My heart is about to beat out of my chest. She leans over me and slowly pulls down the black, boxer briefs I have on and I’m completely naked and she still has on her damn underwear.
She stands up and pulls one bra strap down in an achingly slow manner. My eyes are glued to the large breasts our son has given her and have remained off limits to me for six, long weeks. They tumble out of the bra and I have to place my fist in my mouth and bite it to stop myself from jumping up and grabbing her.
With a little shimmy and a big smile, she ditches the panties and there she is. Glowing in the dim light of the tiny bedroom. “I’ve been exercising to get back into shape. Do you think it’s working?” she asks as she runs her hands over her small waist and flat stomach.
“Uh, huh,” I mumble, stupidly.
I wiggle my finger for her to come to me and she takes a step forward, then climbs on the bed. Spreading my legs open as she makes her way up, she kisses the inside of one leg all the way up, until her lips touch the base of my dick and I nearly fly off the bed.
Her tongue strokes up and her hot mouth goes over the tip. My hands wrap around locks of her blonde curls. Slow strokes she makes and my stomach tightens as I try hard to hold back an already impending orgasm.
I can only allow her to make a few more strokes or it’ll all be over before we even start. “Baby, you’re killing me,” I say in a harsh whisper.
She pulls her head up and kisses my stomach as she makes her way up my body. Lying on me, she looks into my eyes and strokes my cheek with her fingertips. “I love you, Kip. I always will.”
Her mouth touches mine and I can’t stop myself any longer. I have to be inside her. Her doctor put her on some kind of mini-birth control pill so she’s ready to go.
I roll over with her, pinning her body beneath mine. My breath is already coming in ragged waves and hers is too. My mouth leaves hers to take one of her scrumptious breasts in my mouth. I’ve been waiting forever for this.
The other breast I massage with my hand and she moans as her hands roam all over my back. “The muscles,” she whimpers. “I’ve missed them.”
Though I could feast on her plump breast forever, I kiss it then trail kisses up her neck. “Get ready, Mrs. Dixon.”
I press myself against her and the heat from inside her radiates out. She arches up to me and it slides in. She’s tight, but wet as sin and it slips inside more.
A loud groan she makes as I fill her slowly. “Jesus, that feels right,” she murmurs.
“Are you okay?” I ask. “I’m not hurting you am I?”
“Not one bit. Make me yours again,” she says then her lips touch my neck and her hands tangle up in my hair and I’m gone, the animal in me takes over and I pull back and ram into her.
Peyton
As we land on the small private island where only a few staff members are waiting to take care of all our needs for the next couple of days, we watch the sun as it rises out the small window. Kip leans over me, his arms wrapped completely around me.
He’s not let me go since we went to the bedroom. He even made me let him dress me, little kisses he gave me all the while. To call him a doting husband is an understatement.
And I’m loving every second of it!
“It’s gorgeous,” I say as I look out the window at the little island as it glows with the sun’s morning rays.
“And while we’re here, I want to see you in nothing more than the tiny bikini I packed for you. But preferably, nothing at all.” His mouth falls hot on my neck and his teeth nip me.
“Same for you, hot stuff.” I run my hand back and ruffle the back of his hair.
The plane stops and we get off and follow a young man to our beach house getaway. “Nice to see you again, Mr. Reed,” the tall, lanky, young man says.
“How’s it been going, Ashton?” Kip asks as we follow along.
“Great,” he answers. “Your parents were here not that long ago. Are they doing fine?”
“They are. We left them at home, watching our new son. This is my wife, Peyton, by the way.” Kip looks at me. “Ashton is the manager who takes care of everything on our island.”
“Our island?” I ask. “You didn’t say you owned it.”
“Pop bought it years ago. I can’t wait for Pax to get old enough to enjoy it.” His arm tightens around my waist. “And the rest of the kids we’re going to have.”
“Here we are,” Ashton says as he gestures to the most beautifully exotic beach house I’ve ever laid eyes on.
A large set of wooden stairs shine brightly as they’re highly polished. As we go inside, everything shines as it’s mostly the same dark wood as the stairs, polished to a glossy shine. Walls the color of sand combine to make a large living area.
The kitchen can be seen from the room as it’s all open and breezy and I can’t believe its January. “Are we on another planet?” I ask as I look around the gorgeous structure.
Kip runs his arm up my side and around my shoulders. “Nearly.” He leaves a kiss on the top of my head. “Thank you, Ashton. I do believe we can handle it from here.”
“Okay, as usual, the phone in the kitchen you can pick up at any time and let us know if you want anything other than what we have stocked in here for you. Also, if you want the chef to come in and take care of your meals, she’s more than happy to. Just give us a ring. She left breakfast for you on the outside breakfast porch.”
Kip leads me towards a glass door and looks over his shoulder at the young man. “Thanks, Ash. I’ll let you know.”
Out the door we go and the smell of fresh fruit hits me and suddenly I’m starving. “Oh my gosh, Kip! Look how beautifully everything is laid out. This is better than a five start hotel!”
“Glad you approve, darling.” He pulls my chair out then he sits next to me.
I pick up a strawberry and hold it to his lips. He smiles and opens his mouth. I pop it in and he grabs my hand and picks up a blueberry, placing it against my lips. I take it in and before I know it his mouth is on mine.
The combination of the fruit tastes like heaven. Add in the heat of the kiss and I’m practically flying. He pulls away and takes the top off a silver platter, revealing bacon and ham and little crepes stuffed with different jams and creams.
I pick up a crepe filled with some delicious looking cream and he picks up one filled with apple preserves. I feed him mine and he feeds me his. Then we kiss again.
What a way to enjoy the most important meal of the day!
The best breakfast of my life is over and Kip is carrying me to the bedroom. Soft breezes roll into the large, open bedroom. Light blue curtains blow inward. The bed is huge and covered with sky blue sheets and a coral colored thin blanket.
“This is beautiful,” I say in awe.
“Almost,” he says. “Once I have you naked in that bed, it will be.”
He places my feet on the floor and pulls my dress over my head, then takes off my bra and pushes my panties off. I wait for him as he takes his clothes off and lies me back on the fluffy bed.
His blue eyes stare into mine intensely. His finger trails over my collarbone and up my neck, leaving little shock waves in its path. My body is tense with anticipation of what he intends to do to pleasure me.
Light kisses he runs over my jaw until his lips touch mine, but only for a moment. Kip gently pushes me over on my stomach and straddles my back, pressing his palms into my shoulders and massaging my back.
I moan and close my eyes as he kneads the muscles and makes slow strokes over it with his sure hands. Once he has me completely loose, he moves off me and turns his attention to my bottom. Rubbing and massaging it as well.
My body is lucid as it’s ever been. He rolls me back over, my eyes still closed as I’m as relaxed as I’ve ever been without being asleep. The touch of his wet lips o
n my clit make a moan come out.
His hands run up and down my thighs as he kisses me intimately. Pushing my legs apart, he maneuvers his body between them. My knees I bend to allow him better access to my most pleasurable area.
His massage has me so relaxed that I simply relish in the way his mouth feels on me. The little licks he makes up and down my folds. His tongue taps my little bud as he makes it to the top every time, then he trails his tongue back down.
Gliding his hands up over my stomach, it sends shivers through me. My breasts fill his hands and he gently squeezes them. The relaxation is starting to leave my body as it begins to grow hot under his mouth and hands.
I’m beginning to want more. His mouth grows hot on my skin and the way he’s kissing me grows a bit rougher. Deft fingers pull at my nipples and I arch up to him.
The way his tongue runs up and down, lapping at my body, ignites a fire deep within me. My breath begins to come in short pants as his speed increases and my stomach begins to tense.
Kip pinches my nipples hard and places his mouth on my clit and sucks it until I burst, arching up to him and grabbing handfuls of his silky hair. “Yes! God, yes!”
His tongue darts into me as he tastes the juices he’s set free. My body pulses around him. In a flash he moves up my body and presses his hard, thick cock into me as I pulse around him.
The deep blue of his eyes I catch then he closes them and groans with the sensation of my orgasm. Slow strokes he makes until the contractions stop. His eyes open and he looks into mine.
My world I find in them and take his handsome face between my palms. “Forever, Kip.”
“Forever, Peyton.” I pull him to me and press my lips to his. I part my lips and he runs his tongue into my mouth. I can taste myself on his tongue and it excites the hell out of me.
The way he moves in and out of me is sensuous and slow. Like he wants this to last forever. Just us alone together on this island. The rest of the world so far away. Only us.
Corded muscles I feel as I glide my hands over his back. Memorizing each one as it moves with his slow, deep strokes. Our bodies move as one as if we’re riding the ocean’s waves we can hear from our room.
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