by Jamie Knight
She smiles at me before saying, "I also wanted to tell you how happy I am that you finally found love. I always knew that you would no matter how much you protested against it."
We all have to laugh at that because it’s true.
"Well, thank you, Marsha. That means a lot," I reply.
She hugs me and congratulates me again before leaving. Tammy and I spend a few more minutes talking and laughing.
Before long, Tammy tells me it’s time to start the ceremony. She hurries out to take her place. I'm alone for a few minutes. This gives me time to think about a lot of things. How quickly my life has changed and how I have changed as a person.
Opening my heart to love helped me become a different and definitely better person. I'm actually able to enjoy life now, rather than closing myself off to love and relationships. As I walk down the aisle to Andrew, I realize just how much I can't wait to start our life together.
We are both trying to hold in our emotions as we say our vows together. Everyone hugs and congratulates us after the ceremony. Tammy, Marsha and her husband, and Brian and James, too. Brian is Andrew’s best man, of course.
Since we had an engagement party and a grand opening party for my business, we decided not to have a reception. Andrew and I are going straight from the ceremony to our honeymoon. I can't wait!
We are taking Andrews private jet to a Caribbean island that Marsha told us about. She and her husband found it in their travels. It’s supposed to be a very romantic place.
"You know something?" I say to Andrew during the flight.
"What's that?" he asks, looking up from the book he was reading.
"The circumstances in which we met were pretty crazy," I say.
He laughs.
"Yeah, there's no denying that," he agrees.
"We worked through that and now we have true happiness, though," I reply.
He reaches over and holds my hand.
"I feel the same way," he says.
I stare out the window occasionally while Andrew reads for the rest of the flight. My excitement grows as we land at the tiny airport on the island. I can't wait to get out by the water and soak up the warm sun. After we check into the hotel on the island, I hurry to change into my bathing suit.
Andrew and I make love over and over again on the beach. It’s incredible! I feel like I can never get enough of having him inside of me. We also sip drinks and lounge in the sun.
This place feels like paradise. No one bothers us as I beg him to make love to me once more. He takes it a step further by eating me out as well. Afterwards, I go down on him. I love the way he moans whenever I do that.
Towards the late afternoon, we walk around and see what else the island has to offer. We spend a little time swimming and splashing in the ocean pausing to make love in the waves. It feels so romantic just like a scene from a movie.
In the evening, Andrew changes into a shirt and slacks. I put on a new sun dress I bought just for this trip. I can tell that Andrew likes it when I wear dresses. We share a romantic dinner followed by drinks and a little dancing to the local island music.
Afterwards, I comment, "Look how beautiful the moon looks shining on the water."
“It sure is,” he says.
We enjoy a barefoot stroll along the beach holding hands. We come upon a secluded area under a cliff, where no one can see us.
“I just have to do this,” Andrew says, laying me down in the sand again.
His tongue trails up my legs and stops at my bikini bottom.
“You won’t hear any complaints from me,” I tell him.
He slides my bottoms to the side and his tongue circles around my clit. It’s just like at the flower shop, but even better because now it’s just him and me, man and wife.
He sucks on my clit while I play with his hair. I raise my hips so that his face is deep in my pussy as he tongues its hole. My nails claw down his back as he eats me out.
“Andrew,” I moan, as he returns to sucking on my clit. “This feels so good.”
“Good,” he says. “I love making my wife cum.”
A few more nibbles and sucks send me over the edge. I wrap my legs around his shoulders, my own shoulders feeling cold sand underneath me as I cum and call out his name.
I’m shouting and I doubt anyone can hear me over the waves. But even if they could, well, let’s just say Andrew and I have done worse!
He helps me get dressed and then we continue walking, back to the resort where we’re staying.
About mid-way back, Andrew suddenly stops.
"What's wrong?" I ask him, a little worried that we’ve lost our way or something.
I’m not too familiar with this island and have just been relying on him for directions. What if he got lost?
But then I tell myself that’s ridiculous.
Andrew always knows where he’s going. And he always does a great job of guiding me there, too.
Sure enough, I had nothing to worry about.
He turns and pulls me into his arms and kisses me.
I'm shocked because this kiss is different from any we’ve ever shared together, as strange as that might sound.
I can feel all his love and passion.
It’s not about sex or lust.
It’s a kiss filled with happiness and hope.
I kiss him back and we continue holding hands and walking. Not talking, just happy to be with each other. Our love unspoken but felt between us.
Epilogue - Andrew
Sheila and I have been happily married for the past two years. I couldn't be happier with the way our life together has turned out. Not only do we have a successful marriage, but we have also managed to create successful tech/florist empires out of both of our businesses. And we’re still involved in the auction business with Brian.
Aside from that, I think the best thing to happen in our marriage is the birth of our child, Hunter. The day he was born was the happiest of my life. I'm just putting him down to sleep for the night. After 6 long months, our baby is finally sleeping through the night.
I watch him sleep for a few minutes and I think how amazing life has been these past two years. I tiptoe quietly out of the room, so I don't wake him up. Then I look for Sheila and see that she is in our bed, reading.
"How did it go?" she asks, when I walk in.
"He’s sound asleep," I reply.
"You're a great dad!" she says.
I climb into bed beside her.
"I feel like I’ve finally got the handle of things, after six months. Now we can finally stop and smell the roses," I tease her.
She laughs softly and goes back to reading. I lay there and watch her. To me she seems to get more beautiful each day. After a while, I pick up my book and start reading as well.
It was Sheila who got me started on it. She fell in love with the bookstore in California so now we always go there and buy books together. It’s nice to have someone to enjoy these things with.
After about an hour or so, I get up and peek in on the baby. After I make sure he’s still sleeping okay, I go back to the room and grab Sheila by the hand.
"Where are we going?" she asks.
"I have a surprise for you," I reply.
I lead her down the hall to one of our guest bedrooms. I open the door and she gasps in surprise.
The room is aglow with candlelight, and the bed is covered with rose petals. On the dresser is a bottle of champagne and two glasses.
"What is all this for?" she asks, as I hand her a glass of champagne.
"Well, after so many worried newborn nights, I thought we deserved an opportunity to celebrate each other," I explain.
We toast quietly and sip our champagne.
"The roses?" she asks.
"Are from your store and are to thank you for being my wife and the mother of my child," I say.
She looks like she wants to cry from happiness. I take our glasses and put th
em back on the dresser.
"I also want to celebrate the memory of our first night together by making gentle love to you," I say.
"Oh, Andrew!" she sighs, before she starts kissing me.
I pull her to the bed of roses. Then I lay her down and start kissing her all over her mouth, neck and breasts. I can see her nipples harden through the thin material of her silk nightgown and that turns me on even more.
I stick my fingers inside her panties and lightly massage her clit. I can feel her shiver at my touch. We try not to moan too loud, so we don't wake up the baby. As I continue to finger her clit, I can feel her juices start to drip.
"Are you ready for me?" I ask.
"Oh, yes, sir," she whispers. “Always.”
I pull down my pants and slide into her wet pussy. She feels incredible. I'm remembering our first night together, but I think she feels even better now. Her body hasn't lost any of its beauty or curvaceousness.
If anything, she has improved with age. Just like that night, I can see her hands clenching in the rose petals. I know she is close to cumming and so am I.
"Ooohhh, Andrew!" she whispers, and I feel her whole body tighten as she cums.
The feeling of happiness and the knowledge that I always leave her feeling happy and satisfied makes me cum as well. We spend a few moments just lying in each other's arms.
"We really do have true happiness," I whisper, repeating her words to me from our honeymoon.
She turns over and kisses me in response.
"I know it was very unconventional, but I wouldn't change anything about how we met," she says.
"Neither would I," I say, agreeing with her.
As we lie there, I can feel her happiness. I'm happy, too. I have been ever since I met her. Or at least once we both got over our fears of commitment and decided to really be together. The years together have changed us both for the better.
I’m glad that creepy Aaron guy never bothered us again. In fact, I’d chased him out of the tech world and he is no longer my rival. He knows better than to show his face around me ever again. But mostly I’m just glad that Sheila is safe.
I look over and see that she is asleep. I quietly get up and gently cover her. She deserves the rest.
I check on the baby once more and see his cherubic face sleeping soundly. I decide to do a little work. I'm still involved in both of our businesses but not as much as I used to be. These days I usually work from home, but only a few days a week when necessary.
A voice in the doorway to our home office startles me.
"Old habits die hard," Sheila teases as she stands there.
"I thought you were sleeping?" I ask.
"Only resting, which is what you should be doing," she replies.
She closes my computer and pulls me by the hand back to our bedroom.
I realize that she is right. We climb back into bed. I'm treated to a back massage that relaxes me so well that I forget about everything including work.
Afterwards, I lay beside her and wrap my arms around her. She snuggles against my chest and I can feel her fall asleep in my arms.
As my own eyes start to close, memories of everything we have ever done together dance in my mind. As much as they make me smile, none of them compare to the memories we have made during our two years of marriage.
I start to dream of our future together. Our baby growing up, the things we will accomplish together. How happy Sheila and I are as we grow old together.
As I fall asleep, I feel a happiness in my heart that I never felt until the day that I met Sheila. I’m so glad everything has worked out so well for us, all from the most unbelievable start.
THE END
Plucking Her Clover
Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.
Jamie Knight
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
All rights reserved.
Chapter 1 - Melissa
I was really starting to enjoy studying abroad here in Ireland. It had always been a dream of mine to travel and see the world. Plus, there's the additional benefit of continuing my education.
Lately, this whole experience has mostly just tired me out, though. As if the studying wasn't difficult enough, being on my own here meant getting a job to support myself and pay for my school expenses.
My opportunities for fun and exploration quickly became nonexistent. Now my time is spent between work and school. Finding the perfect balance for both of them is extremely difficult.
I slide into a seat at a small cafe near my school. I can't afford to order anything, but I just want to rest for a few minutes before I hurry back to the library to study some more.
It was a long day of research for this paper I'm writing, but there's something else that has my mind preoccupied as well. There's been a rumor going around school that the price of tuition is increasing.
This is what has been bothering me all day. I tried asking a couple of my classmates, but no one knows if it's actually true. I made the decision to stop by the registrar's office after class and find out the truth.
I have to mentally prepare myself for that. I usually don't like confrontation and prefer to keep to myself. But I need to know if this rumor is true or not. If it is, then I'll have to find a way to increase my hours at work. I'm not looking forward to that.
I take a few seconds and stare at the other people in the cafe. I remind myself of how I like the people and the culture here, of why I am doing this.
Eventually I get to my feet and walk back outside. It's cold today, so I tighten my jacket around me and walk back towards the school. I can't wait for the spring weather.
This is probably the only thing I haven't adjusted to yet, the cold climate. The people here are used to it, but I don't know if I ever will be. Being from Idaho, I’m used to some cold, but here in Dublin, it’s a whole new level.
I finally arrive back at school. I walk down the corridors, my mind full of worry about what they might tell me.
I arrive at the office quicker than I expected. I turn the handle to the door and walk in. Despite not liking confrontation, I can be very determined, especially when it's about something important.
"Excuse me, I have a question," I announce, as I walk up to the registrar's desk.
The guy sitting behind it ignores me for a few seconds, before asking, "Yes, what can I do for you?" in a bored voice.
He doesn't even bother to look at me.
"Well, I heard other students talking on campus, and I was wondering if it’s true that they are going to increase the cost of the tuition this year?" I ask.
I almost hesitate, but this is too important. I need an answer.
He sighs impatiently and says, "I'm sorry but we are not allowed to give out information like that…"
He had started out as if he was giving me a rehearsed speech, but now that he’s finally glancing up at me, he stops talking and looks me up and down. My skin crawls as he leers at me. This guy is so not my type, and he gives me the creeps.
"However, I think I could make an exception for a beautiful girl like you, so pretty and curvaceous," he responds, wiggling his bushy eyebrows at me.
I try not to gag, because this guy is repulsive, and not just personality wise, either. His looks, his aura, and just everything about him are so gross.
I hate being forced into situations like this. But a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do to find out some important information. I swallow deeply and plaster a smile on my face.
"Well, I would certainly appreciate any help you could give me," I say, trying to sound a little breathless.
I bat my eyelashes at him a few times, then look away, pretending to be embarrassed. I can tell he believes my fake flirting.
"How about I talk to you about it later tonight?" he asks, leaning over his desk and leering at me even more obviously.
I try not to shudder at how close he is to me, but I whisper back, "We
ll, I really need an answer now, because I'll be late for class…"
I try to pout and act helpless like I've seen the girls do in movies. It works.
As I wait for his answer, I can't help but think to myself, "This is why I'm still a virgin. The only guys who want to get with me are so gross."
It's so depressing.
He looks around to make sure no one is listening.
"Ok, I guess I can tell you. The rumors are true; tuition is going up because otherwise the school doesn't have enough money and will have to shut down. They completely mismanaged their budget this year."
His words send bolts of anxiety through my brain. I turn and leave the office as quickly as I can.
I can hear him shouting after me, "Hey, I wasn't supposed to share that info with you, and I did. You owe me a date!'
My mind is racing. As I walk back outside, hurrying to work, I try to think about whether I can find any new clients or how to get extra shifts to cover this rising expense. Cleaning houses only pays so much, no matter how good of a job you do.
Though it's not always easy work, its steady work, which is about all you can ask for when you are on a student Visa. Thank goodness the guy I clean these houses for is rich.
My job isn't too far from the school, but that isn’t saying much, since everything is relatively close in this town. The only thing that is quite a distance is the house of my host family, or the people that I'm staying with while I study here.
As I approach work, I start to worry about the rising tuition again. I'm just about to knock on the door and it opens. I'm startled and so is the woman who opens it.
"Oh!" we both say in surprise.
She clears her throat and looks at my school bag and the outfit I'm wearing.
"You must be the cleaning girl," she states.
"Yes, I’m Melissa," I reply.
She nods.
"I was actually waiting for you; my father owns the house…." she says.
She hesitates, as if there's something she wants to say, but is unsure how to say it.
"You were waiting for me?" I ask her after a few seconds.
