by C C Monroe
“I bet.” Maybe one day he will walk away or maybe one day she will let him in, who knows really.
“Honestly, I don’t care if we spend three days without sex, I just want to spend time with her, alone. Make her fall in love with me, damn it. I want my best friend to love me like I love her.”
“Damn, that’s pretty deep. Have you told her you love her yet?” The breeze is nice with the warm sun and sand. We make our way down to the altar we set up. I see Kathy and Pastor John standing there talking.
“Yes, I did, and she freaked out, we haven’t talked much since. That’s another reason it was so hard to convince her to stay with me. I told her I was sorry and I wanted to make this trip a fun, relaxing getaway. AKA operation make her fall in love with me.”
“You’ll get her one day, bud. I know it. I mean it’s you. You won’t take no for an answer and for her own sanity, she will eventually need to just give in.”
“Let’s hope that’s soon, because I can’t do this much longer…”
I never thought Kingston would default to giving up, that’s not like him.
“Man, listen, I’ll be here if you need me, just because I’m getting married and moving to the suburbs like the Brady Bunch doesn’t mean I won’t be here for you. Stay strong, you and Lana will get through this. I know it,” I reassure him, the smile on his face never reaching his eyes. And if it weren’t my wedding day, I would take his ass to the bar and help him drink away all this shit, for just a moment of clarity.
“Thanks, fucker. You’re right.” And he’s back. Slapping his back, we walk to the altar.
“Stop shaking, my handsome boy.” Looking across the way from me, I look at Kathy. Grinning at her, I chuckle.
“It’s excitement, don’t worry, Mama.”
“Your dad’s here, I can feel him.” She gets misty-eyed instantly.
“Mom, don’t cry, I know he’s here. He wouldn’t go anywhere else but where you are.” Moving into me, she hugs me hard around the waist, my face buried in her hair at the top of her head. I kiss it and squeeze her for assurance.
“I know you do.” Pulling back she rubs my cheek, I lean into it.
“You know, I made a vow to your father to always love you and put you first. Did you know that was one of the promises he made me make before we got married? He told me he wouldn’t marry me unless I loved you unconditionally and made you a priority first. Little did he know, I already did. When I met you for the first time, I melted. You were such a sweet, caring young man. Even at fourteen, you stole my heart like that of a newborn baby.”
“Really?” This fucking hits home, deep in my chest, I feel the ache that once throbbed constantly, dissipate.
“Yep, he did, and I told him I would. You’re my son—no DNA test, no crazy ex moms, no one can change that. You’re my boy, and I’m glad I still have you here with me. My heart doesn’t hurt when I think of your dad, because his spot is open with more room for you to fill.”
“You don’t have to hide how you feel, you know?” I place my hands over hers on my face.
“I don’t have time to be sad, I have to be a mom and a grandma to two babies, boy, I’m getting old.” We both laugh. She’ll be a great grandma.
“No, you’re far too young to be one. If you ask me, Mama, you’re as beautiful as the day I met you.”
“I love you, give me a hug and stop flattering me, save all the compliments for the beautiful bride over there.” She pulls back from our embrace, and I look toward the tilt of her head and see the most breathtaking fucking sight. Stepping back, or more like stumbling back into place, I unashamedly gawk. My heart tingles, burning inside me; my hands shake as I try to wipe my tears away as manly as possible.
“Holy fucking shit, she’s a fucking angel.” I take note of Kingston’s hand on my shoulder, comforting me.
“Told you, man.”
She looks perfect, not just beautiful. The sunset hits her eyes briefly and her green irises hit a bullet straight into my heart. Those eyes will look into mine for the rest of my life, stirring my primal need for her. I wield it to calm the hell down, but she’s turning me the fuck on with her beauty.
Her dad looks at me and winks, and I nod at him, gaining composure finally. The breeze blows her hair, making her look like a siren. Mine. Mine. Mine.
“You look beautiful, baby.” Tom turns to her and kisses her cheek and then swivels back to me.
“Take care of her, son, don’t let me down.”
“I won’t. Promise.” He gives her one last hug and places her hand into mine. Letting go of his little girl and giving me my woman.
“Hi,” Shayla whispers to me.
“Hi, beautiful.” I pull her flush against me, keeping her there, breaking all rules. I am not standing a foot apart, not when she looks like she does.
“You look beautiful, too.” My tux is nothing compared to this barefooted, pregnant, beauty in front of me. I look like a chump.
“Thanks, sweetheart.” The pastor starts to talk and our small group of people listen to us exchange vows. Mine are first.
“Baby, I can’t believe we’ve made it this far. I honestly love you more than this life and the other lives we are promised after here. As I think of everything we’ve experienced over the past fourteen years, I was worried we would run out of things to learn about each other or have nothing left to do to keep our marriage alive. I caught myself laughing like a crazy person, because that’s not even close to being accurate. The best times are yet to come; everything else we did was foreplay. We’re gonna be parents, raising these children with love and time.” Thankful that Shay’s mom didn’t make it, I add this in, loving that I can make our children a part of our vows.
“We will experience so many firsts that there aren’t enough days, years, or decades that I could spend with you that will give us enough time learning and loving each other. So, from this day forward, I promise to love you with everything I can. I will never lie to you or hide things from you. I will tell you how beautiful you are every day. I will make love to you every chance I get and never forget to remind you how sexy you are.” Our friends and family laugh and Shayla blushes.
“Lastly, I promise to love our children and always be the best father I can, like Pops was. I love you, Shayla.” A single tear rolls down her freshly tanned face. The sun has been good to her skin, making every inch of her, that her bikini doesn’t cover, golden. I want to lick her skin everywhere. Settling myself for now, I reach down and kiss away her tear.
“That’s a tough act to follow, baby,” she states.
“Trey”—she squeezes my hand—”I’m so in love with you. I know I’ve been in love with you since I knew what love was. I never thought that I would be good enough for such a great man like you.”
I mouth never and shake my head.
“Then one day we decided to make this lifelong love affair our reality. How many women are lucky enough to say they get to marry their best friend—and I mean best friend? Most women marry their lovers and then become best friends, but me, I got to marry my best friend turned lover, turned confidant, turned other half. On this day, I want to promise you a ton of things. I promise to flirt with you, let you touch my butt without complaining whenever you pass me in the kitchen. I promise to never stop sleeping on the spot you declared as mine.” She pauses, placing her hand against said spot.
“I will listen to you complain when my brother is being a jerk and then turn around and help you two make up.” She looks over my shoulder and winks at her brother. I hear his deep laughter rumble behind me. Talk about my badass woman, she gets the bromance.
“I will never stop being your best friend, picking you first, standing beside you in hard times, and loving you always. I love you, Trey Adams.”
My legs twitch and I see her anticipating the kiss, we both wait for our pastor to spout out his speech and the second we share “I dos” I hit her lips fast. The kiss turns all-consuming, earth-changing; our tongues fighting f
or more. The small crowd cheers, but I don’t break away, bending, I wrap my arms around her ass and lift her in the air, our lips breaking for just a second to adjust to the new position. Leaning down into my face, our lips touch softly again, leaving little but impactful kisses. Fuck, I want her.
“Our wedding dinner isn’t for another hour. So I get you until then,” I whisper so only she can hear. My dad left me his beach house and I gifted it to Shay the day we got here, it has a beautiful open deck that opens up to the ocean views. We decided to have a small dinner with music, just our friends and family on the patio. Kathy, Kings, Lana, Ben, and Tom. Erica didn’t make it; she wasn’t feeling well for travel. Permanently severing her ties to my little woman, we’re letting her go. Shayla and I decided as parents to be, that we want to be cautious with who’s in our children’s lives, we don’t want people exiting when they don’t want to be here, because we both felt that pain and dealt with it. Our children, however, won’t.
“Well, then you better hurry because I didn’t wear any panties,” she replies, while everyone around us heads to the beach house to set up. “I don’t want our loved ones to see how wet I am; I mean I’m dripping for you, Trey Adams.” Instant hard-on.
“Okay, let’s go.” Adjusting her in the blink of an eye, I carry her wedding style. The group laughs and hollers, all but Tom.
“Behave!” he shouts, and I’m just about to open my big mouth when Shayla shocks us all.
“Sorry, Daddy, my husband isn’t a gentleman!”
I don’t have to look back to know he is giving me the same judging eyes Shay gives me.
“Fuck I love you, dirty girl!” We make it up the two flights of stairs and into the double door master suite in no time. I slam it shut with my foot and throw my bride on the bed.
Stalking around the bed, I look down at Shayla. She’s flushed and breathing heavy, ready for my attack. I, however, want to take my time and decide how I want to take her. Do I want to make love to her slowly for the next hour, consummate our marriage type stuff? Or do I need to be in every hole, let’s be bad and fuck like animals? Both sound doable, I can make that happen in an hour. But if I fuck her like crazy there’s no guarantee she’ll be quiet.
“How does my wife want to be touched? You want soft and slow? Hard and fast? Or animalistic, baby?” She blushes, biting her pink lip before reaching up her body and clasping her hands on her tits, squeezing them before moaning.
“I want you, I want all of you, Trey.” Her sexy, petite knees are rubbing against each other, and I know that sexy little clit is throbbing, waiting for my touch.
“Stand up.” She complies, shooting out of the bed excitedly.
“What are you gonna do to me?” I bring my hand to her bare neck and wrap my fingers around it, barely squeezing since she’s still slightly bruised, she throws her head back and moans when my lips kiss the tops of her perky cleavage.
“Keep your mouth shut, baby, your dad is downstairs, he doesn’t need to hear his daughter being fucked real good.”
“Trey.” She blushes.
“Tell me you can be quiet and lift that beautiful dress up that sexy body. I’m gonna fuck you in it.” She bends and, like an obedient sex kitten, she listens, lifting her dress slowly. I help her lift the dress until her freshly shaved pussy is on display for my hungry eyes.
“Tell me you can keep quiet,” I remind her again. Answering me silently with the slightest nod of her head, she complies.
“Good, first, I want to look you in the eyes while I make slow love to you. Lie back and open up, baby.” I watch her meticulously scoot up the bed, her dress bunched at her waist. I unhook my belt and unbutton my pants, releasing my hard cock from its restraint. She licks her lips hungrily.
Moving myself, I glide over her body, my cock nudging at her entrance. I lean in, letting our lips lock again. Her smooth tongue hot against mine. Her hands make their way into my hair, pulling at it to get me closer, but we can’t. Even though I want to crawl into her skin and fucking live there, I can’t. But the dance our tongues are making, the licking, sucking, and fighting for more than what’s humanly possible will have to do.
“I’m not gonna lie, I’m gonna fucking blow inside you within seconds. I’ve been dying for this day for days now, and I have blue balls like nobody’s business.”
“I’m about to orgasm from just the way you’re looking at me right now, Trey.”
My look pales to what my hands and cock are going to do to her. “Lie back and enjoy this, baby, take it all.” Biting her lip, she nods and I descend on her. My tongue licks the seam of her soft lips, granting me access to her warm, mint-flavored tongue. Grabbing her hands that are roaming over my body, I separate them and stretch them out to the side of us, intertwining our hands. My cock is so hard it doesn’t need my hand to guide it inside her lush heat. I thrust my hips up and my length fills her warm pussy fast and hard.
“Uh!”
Her moan strikes from my invasion, hitting my ears like the sound of a drum, hard and loud, pulsating through my blood. Her legs are wrapped around my waist moving in sync with each move I make. I can feel her cervix every single time I’m planted deep, my balls slapping against her ass. The closer she gets to coming, the more wet she gets.
“I can smell you, this pregnancy is making your sexy scent more potent. You smell like you and honey. Fuck me.” I pound deeper, wanting her to come before I do, which is becoming harder with every second I’m inside her.
“I’m close, Trey.”
“I know, I am too, baby.” I thrust with recklessness; I am losing the part in your brain that makes you sane, losing myself with each thrust. Thrusting my hips then pulling out just enough, my dick rubs against her clit while I circle my hips. That’s the red button; she comes. Her arousal opening her more to me, I hit inside her a few more times while she squeezes around me, her walls hungry after her orgasm.
“I’m coming.” Hot jets spurt off inside Shayla, filling her. I don’t care if I just came, but I need to go again.
“Trey! God, that felt good.”
“Are you tired or hurting?”
“No.” She opens her lusty eyes and smiles at me. “Why?”
I pull out and my cock springs back up, hitting my stomach. It’s coated in both of us. It curves up red and angry looking.
“Can I take you again, I need it, baby, I’m still full.”
“Don’t ask me, take me.” Without warning, I flip her over, grab her wide hips, and pull her up on her knees, slapping her ass for good measure.
“Look at me over your shoulder while I fuck you. Keep your mouth shut, baby.” I watch her head turn and a smirk plays at the corner of her mouth.
Grabbing her ass cheeks, I separate them and pull up, tilting her at the right angle to slide right in.
I slam in and growl, throwing my head back.
“You’re so warm. My fucking wife.”
“Maybe—uh—you need to be the quiet one.” Her hair slides over her shoulder, her body sways and juts forward. I do this for a solid five minutes, pulling out completely every time either of us are about to come.
“Trey, please. I need to come, it hurts.”
Leaning forward, I sweep up her hair in my fist, twist it around my wrist and pull, whispering in her ear, “You got it, sexy.”
Skating my fingers around her waist, I take two fingers and slap her clit, hard.
“Fuck!” she screams, and I pull her up against my chest and cover her mouth with my hand.
“I must be good to get that pristine little mouth to say such foul fucking things.” With that, I find my release.
Four orgasms later, six for her, I get her cleaned up with a wet towel and adjust us both to a slightly composed version of who we were just an hour ago. She looks pregnant, beautiful, and thoroughly fucked. I consummated our marriage like a fucking savage.
SHAYLA STAYS MOSTLY QUIET AND tired, attached to my hip the whole night. Not leaving my side for more than a bathroom br
eak or refill of her water. The setup Kings and Lana did looks great. The patio has a long table under a wooden beam pergola that’s strung with white lights, giving it the starry night look. The sun has set and the waves crash softly in the background.
To the right of the table, where the fire pit sits, there is a screen playing a slideshow of Shayla and me from our younger years to now, together as friends and a couple. What a beautiful ride it has been. The outdoor speakers are playing our wedding song while I stand here dancing in tiny circles with her. She has her head resting on my shoulder; I wore her out earlier. Her tiny bare feet lay on mine as I move us around the small area by the pool.
“Do you remember the first time we heard this song?” “Never Stop” by SafetySuit is carrying out of the speakers and over the patio.
She nods her head. “Yes. Prom night. We slow danced to it outside in the rain.”
I smile at the memory of her in that white dress, raindrops running down her soft features, collecting between her cleavage where I envisioned myself licking them up. Her hair was matted to her face in stringy strands. Her makeup all washed away from the downpour, showing her tiny spatter of freckles over her cheekbones.
“You saved me like a hero that night.” She plays with the collar of my suit, folding it over then messing it up again, she does this over and over again.
“I think that was one of my favorite memories of you. I think of it often.” I kiss her forehead, letting my lips linger. “Well, that one and the one time I walked in on you shaving your pussy, that was awesome.” She throws her head back and slaps my chest.
“Pervert!”
“Ow, babe!” I laugh.
“You deserved it, that was so embarrassing, I never shaved before, but all the girls at school talked about it. I thought I needed to do it, in case I got a boyfriend and we—you know…”
“No, I don’t actually.” Shayla, as my pregnant wife, has definitely upped the ante on how jealous I get over her. “I’m going to ignore what you just said and go back to thinking about that dance.”