by Elisa Leigh
Once the valet hands my keys back to me, I throw him a twenty then guide Summer to my car by the elbow. I’m too pissed to be gentle, but I’d never hurt her. When she’s seated, I close her door and get in on the driver's side and take off.
“Drake, I -”
“Summer, don’t talk. My words aren’t going to be kind tonight.”
Out of the corner of my eye, I watch Summer slump into her seat and stare out the window. I’ve hurt her, but she’s hurt me too. All I feel inside me is a rage I can’t control. The last thing I would ever want is to say something I couldn’t take back. I turn down the road and pull into my beach access. The silence between us is deafening. Unable to take it any longer, I open my car door and get out and go to her side of the car. When I open her door, she gets out and walks beside me. We’re silent as we enter my home and I put in the security code. All I can see is the man from the club touching her. I snap out of it and realize Summer is no longer by my side. I check the top floor and don’t find her in the living room or dining room. I go downstairs hoping to find her in the bedroom. When I see her sitting on the bed still wearing that sexy fucking dress, her heels off, and her makeup gone, I breathe a sigh of relief. I don’t know where I thought she had gone, I just know she wasn’t with me.
“Drake, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you where I was going. It was so stupid.”
“Come here.”
She stands hesitantly and walks to me until she is standing right in front of me.
“Turn around.”
As soon as she turns, I unzip the back of her dress, and it falls to the ground. The only things she has on are a black strapless bra and a black lace thong. I undo her bra, and that too falls to the ground beside her dress. “Face me,” I command. My cock is hard already. Fuck. I want her more than my next breath.
Slowly, she pivots on her heel. I run the back of my fingers down her breasts and over her pert nipples making her shiver. “I could have lost you tonight, Summer. He could have taken you, and I would have never known. What if I hadn’t been there?”
Quirking her head to the side, she studies me for a moment, and her brow crinkles in irritation. “Why were you there? You knew I was with Tori for a girl’s night. And if you were there for at least ten minutes you would have seen that I wasn’t interested in any of the guys,” she says, batting my hands away from her tits. My arms come to rest at my sides, but my fists are clenched.
I shrug my shoulder. “When you didn’t come home, I tracked your cell phone to Cirque.”
“You tracked my cell phone?” she asks incredulously.
“Of course I did,” I reply shrugging again. “Don’t you know that I’ll do anything to protect you? Whatever it fucking takes.”
“I do know that, Drake. I’m-”
“Don’t apologize to me again, Summer. There is no need,” I say cutting her off again. I know I am being an asshole, but I don’t give a flying fuck. I want to teach her a lesson. I want to frustrate her just like she’s done to me, but more than that I want to tie her to me. I want to breed her and get my ring on her finger. “Are you on birth control?” I ask before I can stop myself, but I need to know if it’s possible. If it’s possible to make the best fucking fantasy a reality.
“No. No need.”
“You could be pregnant now,” I say, wrapping my hand around the back of her neck and pulling her close to me.
“I hope so,” she whispers, and my resolve crumbles like sand. My lips crash down on hers. She unknots my tie and deftly unbuttons my dress shirt, pushing it down my arms.
I grip the lacy edge of her thong and pull until it rips apart. Tossing the scraps, I drop to my knees and bury my face into her dripping cunt. Her juices hit my tongue, and she grinds against my face.
“Drake. Holy shit. Drake. Please.”
I lick her juicy slit until she’s shaking and mumbling incoherently. Standing swiftly, I gently push her until the backs of her knees hit the bed, and she falls backward, her ass on the edge of the bed, her legs bent at the knees, showing me her slick pink center. Kicking my shoes and pants away, I lower myself to the bed and all but shove my cock into her. She moans as I groan. Her legs wrap around my waist, and her pussy chokes the life out of my cock.
“Summer, fuck. This pussy is going to be the death of me,” I manage to grunt. My right hand wraps loosely around her throat while my left hand grips her hip tightly. “Take it, baby. Take my dick.” Her sexy little grunts and her slight nod spurs me on. Leaning down, I take her nipple into my mouth, teasing it, biting it. “Marry me,” I say. Not a question but a command. An eventuality that needs to be addressed now. Her eyes shine bright with tears, but I know that I am not hurting her. She nods again, and something within me roars. I shout her name as my orgasm builds. I feel her come around my cock, and I release a flood of cum into her tightness. Releasing her throat, she gasps as I pull out of her.
“Drake, oh, my god, that was so fucking intense. I felt you everywhere.” Lying down next to her, I pull her close to me.
“You have no idea, fiancée. No idea at all.”
Motherfuck, she’s perfect for me.
Nine
Summer
I can’t believe he asked me to marry him. Well, not asked, more like demanded, but I am all about that life. The life we will build together. I am the luckiest bitch on the planet. I stare at him while he sleeps. I relish in the fact that he’s all mine. I can’t believe how much I love him. I wasn’t even sure this kind of all-consuming love was a real thing before him, but now I know better.
“Didn’t your mother ever tell you that it’s not polite to stare?” he asks me, popping one eye open. Shit, I can’t believe that I haven’t told him that basic fact about me.
“Um, no. I have no idea who my mother is.”
“Baby, I’m sorry. I had no idea.”
“How could you? Anyways, Tori and I grew up in the same group home in Charleston. It’s always been her and I against the world. I didn’t even think twice when she asked me to go out. I really am sorry about that.”
“Don’t worry about that now, baby. Tell me about the group
home. How’d you end up there?”
“There’s not much to tell. My mother gave birth to me and
ditched me before they brought the papers to sign for my birth certificate. The only information they have is that she was brought in an emergency situation. There was no time to get her name or anything. She got up and just vanished before the hospital came by to help her with the birth certificate paperwork. I was born on Memorial Day in 1996, so the nurses called me Summer, and it stuck. I was placed in a group home and never left. No one wanted me. No one but Tori. She came when we were three.
“That’s sad, baby. I will always want you,” he vows, and I melt.
“You better. You pretty much wifed me, so it’s a done deal.”
He kisses me with a tenderness he hasn’t displayed before now. His lips taste like my pussy, and it drives me wild. While I love his rough and soul-searing kisses, this one is amazing. It’s like velvet electricity or something, and I want more of it. A lifetime of it.
“Marry me soon. Don’t make me wait.”
“We might have to wait a while. I think we have to go to the clerk’s office and get a license,” I say laughing.
“We’ll go tomorrow and find out how long we have to wait.”
“Okay,” I agree.
“Sleep now.”
“I can’t. I am so full of energy right now.”
“Are you telling me that I didn’t fuck you correctly?” he says grinning. Rolling me onto my back, he looms over me and starts tickling me. I freak out. I hate to be tickled, but when he does, all it does is make me laugh and my pussy wet. So fucking wet.
“You like this, don’t you?”
“I might,” I say out of breath.
“You definitely do, baby. Do you need me to take care of this?” he asks, running his fingers through my folds. I moan when he bri
ngs his fingers to his mouth.
“No,” I lie.
“No?” he questions. There goes that sexy eyebrow again. Can eyebrows even be sexy? I wouldn’t have thought so, but his are.
“Kiss me,” I demand, when he does so, I rear up and roll him onto his back so that I am straddling his waist. His hard cock digs into my belly, so rising up on my knees, I slide my pussy down his length.
“Ride me. Use my dick, get that pretty pussy off,” He grunts.
And fuck if I don’t. I rotate my hips, giving it my all. It’s not long before we are coming together. I squeeze my inner muscles causing him to grip my hips with such force that I know there will be bruises there.
I lean down and place kisses on his chest.
“What’s your tattoo mean?” I ask. I am pretty sure I get the cross, but the drama masks are throwing me for a loop. I’ve always wanted one, but I haven’t done it yet. I don’t know what I would get done. What is going to mean as much to me in fifty years as it does now?
“It’s really a mixture of things. The cross represents my faith. The rays of light represent how things are beyond our control, fate. The masks represent that good and bad go hand in hand. You can’t have one without the other.” He’s impressive, really.
“Wow,” I manage to say. We don’t say anything else. Eventually, I yawn, and he shifts us, so I am laying on my pillow. He reaches over and turns the bedside lamp off.
“I love you,” I say before closing my eyes.
“I love you more,” he says.
“Not possible,” I say, drifting off.
I think I hear him say that I shouldn’t count on that, but I am not sure.
The next morning we get ready and drive to the Beaufort County Courthouse and make our way to the clerk's office. We learn that it’s pretty straightforward to obtain a marriage license, so we decide to go ahead and fill out the paperwork. We can come back in twenty-four hours to pick it up. I try to hide my excitement, but I am unsuccessful with that.
Back in the car, I buckle up while he walks around to the driver’s side.
“Are you sure you are okay getting married this week. Do you want a big wedding?”
“I am sure. I know just what I want, and it can be put together quickly. Can your parents get here that quickly?”
“Let’s see,” he says using the buttons on the steering wheel to make a call through the Bluetooth in the car.
“Hello,” a thick New York accented man answers.
“Hey, Pops.”
“Drake. Son, how’s the beach?”
“My life isn’t a beach, Pop,” he says chuckling. “I have some news. Where’s Ma?”
“She is at the hairdresser's, but she’ll be home in a few minutes. Can this wait?”
“I may as well tell you first. I am getting married on Saturday. Will, you guys, come?”
“Married? Already? To the girl, you told your mother about?”
“Yes. Her name is Summer Jones. She’s here with me.”
“Hello,” I call out cheerily.
“Well, hello. This is a surprise. A surprise, indeed.” A good one, I hope. “Of course it is,” he says, and I realize I said that out loud. Shit.
Through the phone, I hear a door slam and a voice shouting, “Carmine.” I can’t help smiling. “In here, Sara.”
“You on the phone,” Sara asks.
“Yes. Your son has news.”
“Hi, Ma.”
“What’s the news?”
“I’m getting married. On Saturday.”
“What?” she screeches. “To who?”
“Hi. I’m Summer,” I say.
“Summer, Summer?” she questions.
“Yep. That’s me.”
“Well, shit, this is good news. Drake must have talked about you for weeks.”
“Has he?” I ask, laughing.
“Yes. It was Summer, this. Summer that. We will definitely be there. What time Saturday?”
“Eleven-thirty. It’s an outside ceremony,” I say, revealing just a small bit of what I have in mind.
We finish a pleasant conversation, and now I can’t wait to meet them. They were so warm and welcoming, the way I always pictured parents would be.
Today is Wednesday. Not a lot of time to plan, but not impossible. I don’t need much for this. I want to get married on the beach with just a few people. Barefoot with a short white dress. It can be so pretty, and it’s what I’ve always wanted.
Tori and I have a lot of planning to do. I need to call her and get her on board.
Ten
Drake
Today is finally here, the day I get to tie Summer to me in all ways. What’s even more exciting is knowing my child is likely growing in her belly. She wants this, us, our family, our forever, as much as I do. I’m going to give her everything her heart desires and then some. I’m never going to stop pampering her. She deserves to have all my love and anything else I can give her.
My sister got into town Thursday morning, and she and Summer have made fast friends. I have a feeling that if Addison wants it bad enough Crews will move them down here. Summer insisted on spending the night apart and as much as I tried to tell her no, in the end, what is one night apart? Tori, Addison, and Summer stayed the night at Summer’s old apartment doing whatever it is women do the night before a wedding. I made Tori and Addison promise me no strippers and no clubs. They rolled their eyes but agreed. Thank fuck.
While the girls did their thing last night, I went out with my crew from Fire and Rescue to grab a beer. I even brought Crews along, and he didn’t bitch about being away from Addison nearly as much as I thought he would. Am I as intolerable with Summer as he is with my sister? Fuck it if I am. I love her so goddamn much, I would do anything to protect her.
Summer wanted a beach wedding, so that is what I gave her. Since my backyard is the beach, we rented some chairs and a pergola and set up the ceremony. Thank god my area of the beach is secluded, and most people don’t know about it. The girls decorated early this morning and made it everything Summer envisioned for our special day. With light blue and lavender hydrangeas hung from the pergola, I stand beneath it with Chase and Crews beside me as I wait for my bride. Tori and Addison walk out first and stand off to the side, but I couldn’t tell you what they were wearing. My sole focus is on Summer. Then suddenly she is standing at the end of the aisle, all by herself, in a short dress made of white lace, barefoot, and seemingly floating towards me. Her smile is from ear to ear, and I know that it must mirror my own.
When she met my parents yesterday, it was like they’d known each other forever and I wanted that for her. She will have a family now. I have heard in-law horror stories, and I am thankful that won’t be the case here.
When she reaches me, the preacher clears his throat, and I take her hands in mine.
“You look beautiful,” I whisper. I am in awe in that all this beauty is about to be mine forever.
“Thank you. You look handsome yourself,” she says, eying my khaki shorts with a dress shirt that has the sleeves rolled up. It’s about ninety degrees today, so it’s a scorcher out here, with the sun reflecting off the water the way that it is.
“Dearly beloved we are gathered here today to join Drake Marcus Winston and Summer Irene Jones in holy matrimony,” the preacher begins, and I take a deep breath. This is what I’ve wanted since the moment I laid eyes on her all those weeks ago.
A few short minutes later, Summer is my wife, and the rest of our lives can begin. Our first kiss as husband and wife lingers, bordering on inappropriate, but sue me. Her lips under mine are always perfection.
We set the reception up on my huge patio, so hand in hand we walk up the beach.
My parents had a catered lunch brought in, so we dig into the chicken piccata before our first dance. She chose “A Thousand Years” by Christina Perri because Twilight was her favorite movie growing up. I don’t think she’s chosen another, but I am not sure she’d admit that this was still he
r favorite. I’ve caught her watching it several times over the last few weeks. I can only chuckle since I know it’s only a matter of time before she cons me into watching it with her.
During the reception, I find Chase and Tori arguing heatedly in my kitchen. I want to ask questions, but I don’t get the chance to before he’s carrying her down the hallway to one of the guest rooms. I remind myself to tell Summer about it later.
Later, we head to the airport. I’m surprising my wife with a honeymoon in New Zealand, as she wants to go somewhere cold and it’s winter there. Luckily, she went to Cancun for her senior trip, so her passport was in order. I have a lot of family in Canada, so I’ve always had one as well. This is the first time either of us are leaving this continent, though, and we couldn’t be more excited.
The lodge at Lake Wakatipu is nestled in the Alps, Queenstown. It’s breathtaking actually. The first thing she wants to do is skydive, so I’ve set that up for in the morning. Tonight, I am going to make love to my wife.
Our suite is on the top floor of the hotel. We have a great view. I go into the bedroom with the bags, and when I come back out, Summer is standing in front of the window, looking out. My wife is looking beautiful in a floor-length black dress that ties in the front and a thick cable knit sweater. I push the sweater down her arms and pull her closer to me by the tie of her dress, opening it. Baring her to me.
She drops to her knees at my feet and looks up at me, licking her lips. She expertly opens my belt and shoves my jeans and boxers down my legs, letting me step out of them. She grips my already hard dick and tentatively licks the head, causing me to groan in anticipation. She takes all ten inches into her mouth, her throat muscles working their magic. When my balls tighten, she pulls off of me and stands. Letting her dress fall to the floor. She takes her bra off and then her tiny panties. Standing before me completely naked, she turns and braces her hands against the picture window, bending slightly at the waist, she presents herself to me. Moving behind her, I drag my dick through her juices before teasing her perfect asshole over and over.