“Yeah, that was perfect for you,” Kitty says.
“Oooh, why sixty-seven?” Erika asks. I giggle because I know she knows. Loki told me that he got excited and told her.
“Well, at the time I was sixty-seven days pregnant,” I gush. I am so damn excited to be a mommy.
“That’s so friggin romantic. Wait. What? Oh my God. You're pregnant too?” Elizabeth shrieks.
“Yep. These Minnesota boys don’t play around,” I say.
“They sure don’t,” Ava says.
“I need a Minnesota boy,” Erika drunkenly laments.
“Me too,” Acadia says.
“Me three,” Migan says.
“Me four,” Cymion says, quickly taking a drink of her Sprite.
“Not me. I want something else entirely,” Hailey says, blushing. Hmmm, I wonder what that means.
“Oh, how was Boston, Hailey?” Lanie asks. Hailey is a freshman at the University of Minnesota-St. Paul. She went for a visit at Harvard last week. Her grades are good enough to transfer.
“Boston was...interesting, Aunt Lanie. But Harvard isn't the right choice for me. Besides, my dad needs me right now and home is where I want to be.” We all nod, totally understanding her.
“Speaking of, Cymion, what have you been up to? You are never at my house like you should be,” I scold her like a mother. She blushes.
“Oh, I know where she’s been and I’ve seen what she’s been up to. You giggle a lot, Cymion,” Erika slurs.
“I do don’t, do I?” Cymion asks before doing just that. I mean, I’ve known her for eighteen years and have NEVER heard her giggle. Not even when we were little. She has always been refined and almost regal. I have to admit, I am loving this new side of her.
After my impromptu engagement party and complete with a surprisingly delicious penis cake, I head home. Alone. Cymion heads out with Erika.
I find Loki on the couch and half asleep with most of the pizza still on the coffee table in front of him. I smile and grab the box to take into the kitchen. Taking the slices to put in a ziplock bag, but not before snagging a piece for myself. I moan when the taste of it hits my tongue.
“Those sounds are only for me, Kitten,” Loki says coming up behind me and wrapping his arms around my waist. I was so hot today that I am wearing a navy blue sundress. It doesn’t cover much and I know he isn’t going to like that, but he doesn’t remark on it.
“Sorry. Our baby is hungry,” I say, defending myself.
“My son probably is,” he says biting my neck gently. My head rolls back onto his shoulder and I moan again. “Much better than any pizza, right baby?” He asks as he reaches under my dress and pulls my thong off.
“A very close second,” I lie, wriggling so my panties fall away and I kick them to the side.
“Really,” he growls. I nod as I am grinning.
“We’ll just have to see about that. Eat up, Kitten. You are going to need your strength for what I have in mind.” A shiver runs through me at the thought of him doing anything at all to my body, but this feels different. I finish up the slice and bagging up the leftovers. He moves to allow me to toss the bag into the fridge. Once I wipe my hands on the dish towel, he has me in the air with my ass on the cold marble countertop. Obviously, he has a chef’s dream kitchen and everything is perfect. Everything has its place. It’s uncommonly pristine and I feel naughty as fuck with my bare ass on the counter like this.
He spreads my thighs wide and grins while looking down at my pussy. I am so wet and can see it glistening. He runs his index finger through my folds.
“Fuck! That feels good, Loki,” I moan.
“Always so wet for me, Kitten. What am I going to do with you?”
“Fuck me?” I ask, shrugging. He chuckles.
“Oh, I am going to do so much more than that,” he says with his eyes darkening. He lowers his head and his tongue meets my clit.
“Fuck,” I shout almost coming off the counter. He puts his hands on my hips and pushes me back down, then holds me in place. He devours my pussy while leaving me breathless.
“This cunt is so perfect, Tabitha. You have no idea how lucky I am that this is all fucking mine.”
“All yours.”
“Forever Kitten. It’s mine forever.” He suddenly slaps my clit and I come hard.
“Jesus,” I say. That was so fucking intense. I feel like I’ve come apart at the seems.
“I’m not done yet,” he says pulling his t-shirt off. I use my heels to shove his sexy sweatpants down. His cock bobs free and my mouth waters. He pulls me down from the counter and flips me so I'm facing down with my hands gripping the edge. He slaps my ass hard and I moan. What is wrong with me? Why do I like that so much?
“You're a filthy little kitten with a perfect little cunt. I'm going to keep you bred for years to come. He slaps my cheek. My ass feels like it's on fire. “You want me to fuck this tiny little hole too?” He asks running a finger over it.
“Yes,” I murmur.
“Yes, what?” he asks.
“Yes, Tom?” I smirk, even though he can't see my face. Another slap rains down on my overheated ass and I come over and over again. “Ahh,” I groan. Can you come from this?
“Try again,” he demands.
“Yes, daddy?” I have no idea what he wants me to say right now. Another loud slap hits my other cheek.
“Again,” he says. I say the only thing that I can think of.
“Yes, husband?” He growls and uses his foot to spread my legs further apart and immediately slams his cock in my sopping wet pussy. His cock is so deep this way. I do a little growling myself and take each and every thrust.
“What a good little girl you are, Tabitha Jane. Take it. Take my cock, wife.” Fuuuuuck. My legs give out as I orgasm for the third time. I can feel his cock getting impossibly thicker as he fills me, shouting my name.
I'm exhausted and thank God, Loki carries me to bed. There is no way I can walk. He lays me down on my back, but my ass stings so I roll on to my stomach.
“Shit. I'm sorry baby. I spanked you too hard and now you're bleeding a bit.”
“Really? That's pretty cool. I loved it.” Bruises made by him in a loving manner make me happy. Don't ask me the psychology behind that mindfuck though, I can’t help you.
“Let me take care of you,” he says getting up from the bed.
“Yeah of course,” I reply yawning. He comes back with Neosporin and the unscented lotion he uses when he gets a new tattoo.
He gently rubs both into my skin until I am beyond turned on again. When he's done I can see that he's hard again, so when he lays down on his back I pounce. I ride his cock, while he looks me in the eyes.
So intense.
So perfect.
So forever.
11
Loki
This fucking rehearsal dinner is going to be the death of me. I thought that all the things for a wedding happened within the same week of the wedding. Apparently, I don’t know shit. The night she came back from her girls night out, I figured we would be getting married in a few days. Nope. When I mentioned this to her, she laughed at me. She kissed my forehead, then walked away laughing and wiggling her pregnant ass in my face.
Now, here I am a week and a half later and finally a couple of days away from marrying my reason for being. It is yet another wedding centered event and I hate shit like this. The only thing I want to get dressed up for is my motherfucking wedding in a couple of days. Afterward, I get to take the monkey suit off and spend a very active night showing my new wife how much she means to me. I would gladly don a monkey every day for the rest of my life if it would ensure that this beautiful woman remains my wife.
Her fucking pussy is even more greedy than when we first met. Who knew pregnant women stay so horny? Her young ass is putting me through the paces. I swear half the time I am running from her now. Holding onto my cock with both hands and trying to escape her insatiable ass. I wouldn’t have it any other way.
/> So far the dinner seems to be going off without a hitch. Everyone is enjoying themselves and my baby is in her element. The center of attention. Hell, we almost didn’t make it.
She walked out of the bathroom in some bandage looking get up, plastered to her like a second skin. It accentuated her boobs which have grown bigger over the past few weeks and I can see the hint of a teeny tiny little baby bump.
Nothing makes me harder nowadays than the mention of her being pregnant with my seed and knowing I filled her with my cum over and over again until it created the little life inside and that she walks around advertising it in this tight ass dress. She is lucky I let her ass leave the house after I was finished taking her against the wall.
As much shit as I’m talking, I am happy to be surrounded by my family. Tabby was a bit sad this morning when her brother told her he would be here for the wedding but had to miss the dinner. She said she understood. Knowing her parents would have made it hard for him to leave, seeing as how they don’t approve and were not invited.
“Hey, babe. Why are you over here by yourself? The action is happening over there,” Tabby says, wrapping her arms around my neck.
“I was coming. Just taking a moment to take it all in. You happy Kitten?”
“Yes. More than you will ever know, Loki. Thank you for not giving up on me and for loving me so intensely. I have never felt more loved or safe in my life.”
Shit. This girl is going to unman me. My head lowers to hers and she opens for me like we have been doing this dance for the past 50 years. The initial contact of our tongues is always the part that makes me the hardest. Every time I touch her it’s like opening up a gift on Christmas morning.
We stand in this spot for I don’t know how long, letting our mouths do a slow sensual dance with one another. It's not until I look over her shoulder for a split second and notice her sister is in the corner talking to someone that is not Sven. Pulling back, I take note of the fact that Sven is across the room shooting daggers in that direction, and I know I have to intervene before this little shindig becomes a shit show.
“Be right back baby,” I tell her kissing her head. I give my head a slight shake at Sven letting him know to chill out. As I get closer to the edge of the room I see it is Detective O’Brien and the content of the conversation gives me pause.
“If you come back to Boston, I can protect you. I hate to see a woman as beautiful as yourself running from a lowlife like that and I promise to keep you safe. My house has plenty of space.”
“Your house!” I bellow. Who in the hell does he think he is? Is this how they train them in Boston? I have to say nothing about that state impresses me right now.
“Mr. Jorgensen. I hear congratulations are in order. I was explaining to Mrs. Richards the progress with the investigation.”
“Oh, and what might the progress be? Does the investigation take place in your house? Cause if not, I fail to see how anything you are saying right now is relevant.” Cymion is standing there and clearly uncomfortable, but not sure what to say. She's like her sister. When they are distressed or upset, they bite their lip.
“It’s ok, Loki. He was telling me that my brakes were indeed tampered with. The license plate number on the other vehicle was fake and though Kenton is a suspect, his alibi is airtight seeing as how he was in a meeting with several other bigwigs from various areas. I think the Detective was just being kind.”
Just like my Kitten. Always trying to see the best in people.
“She’s right. I am concerned. But more than that, your future brother in law is also correct. Seeing you in that hospital room did something to me, sunshine. I have this need to…..”
“To…..Nothing…. Seeing as how she is already spoken for.” When the fuck did Sven come up? It doesn’t go unnoticed by anyone when he wraps his arm around her waist and pulls her to him. Detective O’Brien looks down at his hand and back up at Cymion.
“Is this true, sunshine?” He just won’t quit.
“If you don’t quit calling my woman by a fucking nickname…..”
“Sven, chill. Don't make me have dad take you out of here.”
“It's alright gentleman. I’m leaving. But note, she never answered the question. You know where to find me when you’re ready.” His cocky ass walks away, clearly not understanding how lucky he is right now to be leaving here with all of his bones intact. Turning to say something to Sven, I am stopped by the look passing between him and Cymion.
One thing is for sure, he is going to make her pay for not answering the question in front of the Detective. I walk away chuckling and shaking my head. It’s good to see that I am not the only one with my hands full dealing with a Gentry woman. Speaking of. Time to find my bride and do dirty things to her.
“Hey, babe. Everything ok? I saw Detective O’Brien was here.”
“Yea baby. He was just giving your sister an update. Nothing for you to worry about right now.”
“You sure? All of you looked a bit intense and right now. Sven looks like he doesn’t know whether to kiss her or strangle her.” she giggles out.
“Sound familiar huh. You ready to blow this joint baby?”
“Yea. I get more tired lately. My feet are killing me and I want to go home, soak in a nice hot tub, and sleep. Is that crazy?”
“Not at all, baby. Come on. Let’s go home so I can spoil you.” I pick her up and walk past everyone, not bothering to explain. When it comes to the way I love her, I will explain to no one.
“You always spoil me Loki.” she yawns.
“And I will for the rest of my life.”
12
Tabitha
Two days after the rehearsal dinner it is time to get married. Thank God! I am ready to be his wife. The mini-blizzard we had yesterday scared me a bit. I wasn't sure we'd get here today, but everything is looking good this morning. That’s Minnesota for you. Boston would have been shut down for days, but yesterday was nothing apparently. Only FIVE inches.
Cymion is helping me with my hair as I stare at myself in the mirror. The tiny ready room inside of Bill’s church is hot and stuffy, though it could just be the dress I picked out. Or my hormones. It’s probably those damn hormones.
Suddenly there is a knock on the door and Stacy, my new mother in law comes in the room.
“I’ll step out and let you guys talk. See you out there, sis,” Cymion says leaving the room and closing the door behind her.
“You look beautiful Tabitha,” Stacy says, dabbing her eyes with a tissue.
“Thank you, Mrs. Jorgenson,” I say politely.
“Enough of that. Stacy, or Mom if you prefer,” she says fluffing the train on my dress.
“Thank you, Mom,” I say, trying it out. She is a much warmer person than my own mother and smiles brightly. Her sweet eighties hair barely moves as she pulls me into a hug.
“I know your mother isn’t here, so I wanted to check on you before you go out there. Are you ready?” she asks letting me go.
“So ready,” I say letting my earlier thoughts come out.
“You are the perfect addition to our family,” she says helping me put my veil on. “You look beautiful,” she says. I am trying hard not to cry, but she is almost sobbing so I can’t help it. There is another knock on the door.
“Are you ladies ready?” My older brother, Payton, asks popping his head into the room. He’s walking me down the aisle.
“Ready,” I say, wiping the tears off my face carefully. Thank God for waterproof mascara. Stacy, or should I say Mom hugs me again and leaves to take her seat.
I am not a traditional kind of girl. My entrance music is a mix of all the best songs from my favorite movie, Romeo + Juliet from the nineties. I’m Kissing You by Des’ree fills the room as I make my way down the aisle to Loki. He looks good standing there in his jet black tuxedo. His grin is huge. Each step I take towards him is agonizingly slow. His brothers, Torran, Erik, Hank, and Sven are at his side. Bill is standing up front wearing a matchin
g tux with his brothers.
Cymion, Lanie, Erika, and Penny are on my side. I reach Loki and he sweeps me up in his arms and kisses me soundly. “You look beautiful,” he whispers.
“Thank you,” I say.
“You two ready?” Bill asks.
I nod as Loki says, “yes.”
“Excellent. Dearly, beloved, we are gathered here today to celebrate the joining of Loki and Tabitha in Holy Matrimony. If there is anyone present who feels this union should not take place, speak now or forever hold your peace.” Not that anyone would, but I breathe a little sigh of relief that no one says anything.
“Loki and Tabitha have chosen to do a traditional Norse handfasting ceremony. I am honored to bestow the ancient blessings of our ancestors on my brother and his beloved. This will consecrate your love on a spiritual level. Please interlace your hands together,” he says producing a very frayed piece of rope.
“This rope has been in our family for generations. All marriages in this family for the last one hundred years have used this rope, except one,” he says. I know he is talking about his own to Elaine. She thought it was sacrilegious or something. Bill’s gaze falls to a woman in the second row, and I smile knowingly. Love is in the air.
“Look into each other's eyes and remember all you have experienced together, both the highs and the lows. Think of the joys to come as well. Henceforth, you will be united in partnership and ready to support each other through both the joys and the sorrows. It's now time to fasten your hands together in a deep-seated tradition. This act symbolizes your commitment to your union.” Bill places the rope around our hands several times.
“Just as your hands are bound before us now, so too will your lives become. While this rope will soon be unwrapped, your spirits will forever be joined in unity from this moment forward. Let us acknowledge this special bond you share, and may your relationship be blessed with joy and happiness.” He pauses for dramatic effect before removing the rope and clearing his throat.
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