by Mj Fields
“You have it all.” Molly grins.
“All my girls are happy,” Mom says as she leans down and kisses the top of Harper’s head.
I laugh when I see Mom looking at Sarah.
“Oh, I’m happy, Maggie, just not the marrying type.”
“I’ve been part of this family long enough to be able to say my piece.” Phoebe looks at Mom. “I’m gonna kick Jake’s ass if he doesn’t marry her.”
Mom shrugs. “Jake asked her.”
“What?” Tessa gasps.
“Every year on the same date since they graduated high school.”
We all look at Sarah.
“Like I said, I’m not the marrying type.”
“Hey, Sarah, if you don’t love him, maybe—”
“Love him too much to marry him.” She laughs at herself, then scratches her neck. “But today is your day, so can we focus on that?”
I reach across the limo and grab her hands. “Yeah, as long as you stop the scratching. We have pictures today.”
When we get out of the limo, Rio runs up to me, and I start laughing when I see she’s in a little tulle tutu. “Hey, pretty girl.” I squat down to pet her.
“Kendall Ross, stand yourself right back up before you get dirty,” Mom scolds.
I give Rio a quick pat before standing up.
“Stay right here. I’ll make sure the coast is clear.”
“Yes, Mom.”
Once she’s inside, Tessa, Phoebe, Molly, and Sarah all look at me.
“Have a few extra drinks tonight if you’re nervous,” Molly says sweetly.
“You’ll be fine. You love each other.” Sarah winks.
“Enjoy the hell out of each other.” Tessa laughs.
“Lube,” Phoebe says slowly.
“Oh my God, Phoebe!” I laugh.
She points to herself. “Girl, not to be gross, but I saw your man peeing outside of Doe Camp last year. Gives Big Ben a whole new meaning.”
Sarah snorts. “Cock tower instead of clock tower.”
“Doctor thought it was a third leg,” Frank says as he and Becky walk up to us.
“Frank.” Becky laughs as she scolds him.
“Tell me I’m lying?”
“She had bad eyes,” Becky justifies.
“Uh-huh.” Frank stops in front of me, but I can’t look at him. He bends down. “You ready?”
“Huh?” I ask.
He laughs out a belly laugh. “The wedding, Kendall; you ready to get hitched?”
I nod.
He gives me a quick hug and whispers, “Shoehorn’s under the bed.”
I bark out the most awkward laugh and step back. “Get in there!”
“Come on, Frank; leave the poor girl alone.”
Ben
Pacing back and forth, I wait for my queen to walk out. I take a deep breath and try to relax. I have never been this nervous, even taking the stage at a sold-out show.
I see my dad peek in.
“You ready?”
I smile and nod.
He laughs. God, it’s good to hear him laugh and look healthy again.
“You sure about that?”
“She here?”
“She is. She looks amazing and a hell of a lot less nervous than you do right now.”
“What the fuck is that about, huh?” I joke.
He walks into the room and leans against the wall. “You wanna talk about it?”
“I’m not sure what it is actually.”
He smiles and nods. “It’s the moment before everything in your life makes sense.”
I think about what he’s just said and, oddly, it makes no fucking sense at all.
Things made sense before today. Hell, they made sense almost two years ago.
“Don’t believe me, huh?” He pushes off the wall and walks to the door, waving for me to follow. “Come on; you’ll see what I mean in just a minute.”
Walking out, I focus on the arbor and stand beside Alex. Next to him is Jake then Josh and Collin.
Is it odd that I didn’t ask anyone I was friends with in high school to come? I mean, Cody and a few guys are here, but they’re working.
What the fuck? I almost laugh to myself.
Alex nudges me. “You good?”
I nod and look out over the crowd. I’m standing in front of family and realize I really don’t know them all that well either. Love them, yes. Know them, not so much anymore.
I look at Dad, who winks, silently telling me to wait for it.
When I hear the music start, I immediately recognize U2’s “Beautiful Day.”
Tessa is the first one to walk down the aisle, pulling a wagon load of kids. Her boys and Harper in an infant seat.
I look at Collin, whose eyes are homed in on the wagon. He looks worried … then again, he always looks worried.
Tessa stops and their aunt Josie takes the wagon. Then the woman who works for them, Joan, hurries over to make sure the boys don’t dive out.
Next, Molly pulls a wagon with Sydney, our oldest niece, and little Luke with his siblings behind her. She stops next to Jade and Ryan.
Sarah is next with Remington, holding onto baby Liam. She stops at Kendall’s uncle Jack, and he picks Liam up.
Phoebe is next. She’s dropping rose petals and smiling from ear to ear.
I smile as it dawns on me that these are the people whom I’ve spent the past two years of my life with. All of them are part of the story of our falling in love. The story of us.
Then I see her. Her arm is looped through John’s, and her smile is brilliant. She shows absolutely no signs of worry. She’s walking toward me in a dress made if vintage material, from Mom and Maggie’s dresses. I swear I have never seen her look more beautiful.
Dad clears his throat, and Kendall looks toward him. I can’t keep my eyes off her, though.
When I see her laugh, I finally glance over and see him silently laughing. Mom nudges him.
Two years ago, we were a family nearly torn apart by financial issues and illness. Now, because of her, we’re a family stronger than ever before.
I look at Dad and nod.
He winks. He was right; this is the moment when everything in my life finally makes sense.
Kendall
Between pictures and eating dinner beside Ben, I feel like I’ve hardly spent a moment of my married life with him. But God, how I feel him watching me.
He looks at me differently now. I don’t know how to explain it. It’s just … different.
I’m having a great time dancing to a playlist on random shuffle, with my family, and all the little ones, but I secretly wish they would all disappear for just enough time to … well, you know.
I waggle my eyebrows at my sexy as hell, exquisitely dressed, husband in his tux, and he raises an eyebrow back at me. I turn around and shake my ass to the music, teasing and taunting him with clear purpose.
When I feel arms wrap around me from behind, a shiver of excitement travels down my body.
“Are you serious right now?” I pretend to be annoyed when he scoops me up in his arms in the middle of the dance floor, surrounded by our family and friends.
I’m anything but.
“Been watching you all damn day and haven’t had a chance to get close to you since our first dance as Mr. and Mrs. Sawyer. And you know damn well you’ve been teasing the shit out of me all night. So, yes, I’m pretty fucking serious right now.”
He stomps through the crowd and, as we pass my parents, I wave.
Mom blushes and Dad winks at Ben.
“Even your dad knows it’s time.”
I scrunch up my face. “That’s disgusting.”
He crashes his lips against mine, and I press mine to his as we walk out into the late spring, evening air.
When our lips separate from one anothers, he nods toward the setting sun. “See that sun?”
“It’s beautiful.”
“Doesn’t come close to being anywhere near as beautiful as my wife. But that’s not the po
int. The point is that you may not see it again until it rises next week.”
I laugh as we walk toward his parents’ … his … our home.
“You think it’s funny, sweets, but it’s not a joke. It’s as real as the rock-hard cock in my dress pants.”
I sigh, exaggeratedly. “They’re right.”
“Who’s right?”
“Everyone who said that, as soon as I said I do, all the romance would be dead.”
He smirks. “My cock is very romantic.”
I wrap my hand around his tie and pull him closer. “Prove it. Show me.”
“Only took two years, three hundred acres of land, four number one hits, five carats, and a vow before God that I will love”—he kisses my neck—“honor”—he kisses lower—“and cherish you”—he kisses the swell of my breast—“for as long as I live.”
“You think it’ll be worth it?”
“It would have been worth a hundred years of jerking off to get to this moment.”
My thighs clench at the memory of catching him in the act not once but half a dozen times over the past year that we’ve been doing everything but having actual sex.
“Wife?”
“Husband?”
When he walks us inside the house, he smiles. “Welcome home, Kendall Sawyer.”
My feet finally touch the ground as he kisses me softly.
Against his lips, I whisper, “Don’t go easy on me now.”
Ben
“If I don’t, I’m gonna blow it as soon as my cock feels the heat that I know your pussy is giving off.”
She pushes her hand between us and starts unbuttoning my pants.
I grab her hand, lift it, and kiss her fingertips. “Sweets, please don’t make me beg like a little bitch,” I whisper because, right now, I feel like I’m about to become one.
She links her hands behind my neck and, serious as shit, asks, “Do you need a drink? Or maybe we could cuddle for a—”
I grab her ass, squeezing it tightly, and she squeals.
“You’re asking for it.”
“Nearly begging.” She smiles as I lift her up by her ass.
“Wrap them sexy legs around me.”
Her eyes widen as she does, and then I hurry to the stairs and start taking them two at a time.
“You know, when I took the garter belt off with my teeth, I expected to see sexy white panties?”
She giggles. “Must have forgotten them.”
“You’re lucky I didn’t start licking you right there in front of everyone.”
Her eyes widen. “I was hoping—”
She gasps when I lay her on our bed and rose petals fly in the air around her.
“Oh my God, Ben, this is beautiful.”
Lifting her dress and looking at her bare pussy, my mouth waters as I shake my head. “Certainly is.”
Not what I planned, but before I know it, I’m face-first between my wife’s legs. Inhaling, I whisper, “You smell delicious, Kendall Sawyer.”
Her body quivers as she holds her breath while I lick her sweet, little slit.
“You taste so fucking good. Too fucking good. I may just do this all night.” I spread her knees wide and run my tongue up her spread pussy. “Fucking so good.” I lick around and around her opening, not ready to go in yet, wanting to just enjoy the moment.
Her breaths become harder and faster, and she grips the sheets and arches her back.
As soon as I flick my tongue over her clit, her hips thrust, and she cries out. Then I kiss down her slit and dip the tip of my tongue inside her. She cries out again, so I do it again and again, using more restraint than I have in two years, because I can’t fucking stop tasting her, and I can’t get her there too fast, so I take my damn time.
Licking, tasting, teasing, I ensure she’s wet, so fucking wet that she won’t hurt too badly when I’m finally inside her. It’s terrifying to think I could hurt her.
While kissing, licking, tasting, and teasing, I manage to get my pants off. When she grabs my hair, though, I pull back.
“Slow and easy, Kendall.”
“No.” She pushes up to a seated position as I stand.
Her eyes widen when my dick is just a couple inches from her face. Her seeing it for the first time in the light obviously surprises her.
I step back, take her hand, and pull her up. “Dress is stunning,” I say as I untie the bodice of the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen. “Your mom’s gonna make our daughter’s dress someday.”
Her lower lip quivers.
I lean in and rest my lips against hers. “So fucking beautiful, Kendall Sawyer.”
When the bodice is finally loose enough, I slowly push it down. “No bra, no panties; you’re surprising me at every turn today.”
I cup her tits and kiss down her jaw, her neck until I am eye-to-eye with them. “Perfect. Fucking perfect,” I tell her before taking her nipple in my mouth and sucking on it hard.
“Oh my”—she pants harder—“God.”
I continue sucking on the most beautiful tits I have ever tasted as she quickly works the buttons on my shirt. Her fingers skate down my abs and stall right before the base of my cock.
I release her tit from my mouth and place my hand over hers. “You okay?”
She sighs. “Suddenly a little nervous.”
I push her hand down, wrap mine around it, and begin to stroke. “Just go easy, or we’ll be done here.” Then I cup between her legs and her body jerks. “We’ve done this part, beautiful.” I push a finger inside her. “Remember?”
“Uh … uh … uh-huh.”
“So tight. So fucking tight.”
“Feels … good.” Her voice quivers as I curve my finger up and feel for her G-spot. Her body thrusts when I find it. Then I gently push another finger inside her tight, little body as I continue tapping the spot. She comes in seconds.
“More. I want more,” she begs as she strokes my cock.
I step forward, and she steps back. I kiss her, leaning over her as I finger-fuck her while we lie down, me on top of her. Pulling my fingers from inside her, I reach between us and rub my cock up and down her wet slit, watching her eyes roll as she grips my shoulders.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” I push into her just a little.
Her eyes open wide, and she looks at me in wonder.
“I’m gonna make you feel so fucking good. I can’t wait to feel you come around my cock.” I push in more, and she stiffens. I pull back, and she relaxes a bit as I fuck her nice and shallow to get her even more ready. “You feel so damn good. So good.” I push in farther, and she gasps, so I pull back then move in farther and farther each time until she holds her breath.
Through clenched teeth, I ask, “You okay?”
“I know it’s going to hurt for a second, but I don’t care. I want you inside me so bad, Ben. I want you to feel like I do. I want you to come with me.”
We rock together and, little by little, I get in farther and farther.
I look down when I swear I feel like I hit rock bottom then bury my head in her neck and reach between us, rubbing her clit as I continue working my way in. Then I close my eyes and thrust.
She whimpers slightly, and I open my eyes, fearing I will see something I’m not used to when in bed—pain.
She smiles and pants out, “I’m okay.”
“Yeah?” I ask, and she nods.
I pull back farther this time then push in harder.
“Yes …” she moans.
“Fuck yes,” I say, sliding out then in, harder and faster.
“So full,” she moans.
“So tight,” I grunt as I push in harder.
“So good,” she says as she opens her eyes.
“Yeah?”
She nods. “More.”
“My pleasure,” I tell her, releasing my worry as my sexy, beautiful wife meets me thrust for thrust.
~ The End~
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