by Moore, M. K.
When the preacher asks for the rings, I turn to Milo, my best man. He's staring directly across from him. I turn slightly only to realize he's staring right at Deedee, who is also staring at Milo. That's great and all, but he should do it on his own time. They met last night at the rehearsal dinner and they did the same damn thing. I impatiently nudge him, snapping him back to reality.
“The ring, man.”
“Shit. Sorry,” he says digging it out of his pocket and handing it to me. I clap him on the shoulder and turn back to my beautiful bride, who is laughing. I take her hand in mine and she sobers up.
“With this ring, I thee wed,” I say sliding it on her finger, bringing her hand to my lips, kissing it.
When the preacher asks Oakley for the ring, she turns to Deedee even more impatient than I was.
“The ring, Dee,” she says snapping her fingers in front of her face when she doesn't move fast enough. This causes some laughter.
“What? Huh?” Deedee says, causing more laughter.
“The ring?” Oakley sats holding her hand out.
“Oh, right! Sorry,” she says handing it over. Oakley clears her throat while turning back to me.
She slides the ring on my finger. “With this ring, I thee wed.” She kisses the back of my hand.
“By the power vested in me by God Almighty and the great state of Florida, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.”
I lower my lips hers and kiss her just like she deserves.
After many pictures, we enter our reception. A lot of famous people are in attendance, but all I can think about is fucking my wife in that gorgeous dress.
After our first dance, I can’t take it anymore. I drag her out of the ballroom. The first door I find, I push it open and kick it closed behind us. It’s a storage closet full of tablecloths and napkins.
“Jesus Christ, wife. You are the most beautiful woman in the world,” I say pulling her into my arms. Kissing her neck, inhaling her scent.
“Luke, I need you. I’ve been wet all fucking day.”
“Damn,” I growl. I turn her to face the shelving unit. “Hold it,” I demand and her hands automatically move to the shelf. I lift her skirt over her ass and find her panty-less. I slap her ass and quickly open my slacks, pulling my cock out. I line up with her pussy and slam inside of her.
“Fuck,” she squeals as I pound into her.
“Take it, wife,” I grit out through clenched teeth.
“Husband, shit, you feel so good,” she says as her walls clench around my cock and I fill her with my seed. I ease out of her and help her right her dress.
Our kiss sends blood barreling back to my cock.
“We should get back out there before we are missed,” I say though I’d rather get started on our honeymoon.
As we walk back, hand in hand, we are stopped by a guest.
“Congratulations,” she says smiling.
“Thank you, Arabelle,” Oakley says. I’ve never heard her voice hold such disdain though. It kinda amuses me.
“Have you heard the news?”
“Which news?”
“Palao sold your photos.”
“He always sells my photos,” Oakley says impatiently.
“No, the ones of the two of you,” she says with a sneer. There appears to be a history between these two, but I have no idea what it is.
“Really?” I ask.
“Oh yeah. They are about to go up in Times Square. A jewelry store bought them.”
“That’s amazing,” I say. We leave Arabelle staring after us as we go back into the party.
“Times Square?” I question.
“You get used to it,” she says before kissing me.
“I guess I’ll have to.”
When we get up to our suite for the night, I help her unbutton the row of buttons down her back. Her dress pools to the floor and she steps from it.
“I have a wedding present for you,” I say grabbing the box from my coat pocket before setting it over the back of the couch. I remove my shirt while she opens the box. Inside is a necklace with our initials on it in diamonds.
“Oh my God, I love it, thank you, baby,” she says kissing me. “I have something for you too.”
“You didn’t have to do that,” I say.
“Well, I didn’t do much. You did most of it,” she says cryptically.
“What?” I aks, genuinely confused.
“I’m pregnant.” I grin creeps on my face.
“Fuck yes,” I say, wrapping her in my arms until we fall into the bed. She is naked, looking beautiful beyond belief. Still, in my slacks, I pull them down enough to slide into her.
“This pussy is all mine, Oakley.”
“I know,” she says sassily.
We spend the rest of the night in each other’s arms. In the morning, we leave for two weeks in Fiji.
My life couldn’t have been any better at that moment.
My pregnant wife is my whole world.
Epilogue
Ten Years Later
Oakley
Who would have thought that an impromptu photo of Luke and I taken by a master photographer would launch my career into the stratosphere?
I certainly didn't.
One of the photos where Luke was kissing my neck went crazy viral. I got so many gigs from that and even at thirty-one, I'm still getting jobs. To this day we are still getting offers for Luke and me to do some shoots together. He does them too, crazy man. I love how much he loves me.
Ten years later, we are still so in love. After four kids, he can't keep his hands off of me. I fucking love it. About nine years ago, Luke quit his Wall Street job to help me with my career. He stays home with the kids more often than not. He is my partner in every sense of the word and I know there's no way I could do this life without him.
When I get home later than I'd like, I find him in the living room asleep on the couch, toys, and dolls littered all around him.
“Babe, come to bed,” I whisper huskily into his ear. He wakes right up like he was waiting for me. His eyes found me next to him.
“When did you get in?” he asks, his voice full of sleep.
“Just now,” I reply.
He stands from the couch, toys falling off of him. I see his nails are painted bright pink, he must have played dress up with Violet and Frannie. There is something beyond sexy about a man who would do anything to make his kids happy.
“I see the girls got you,” I say laughing.
“Fuck. You should have seen me earlier. I was dressed like Princess Brielle. It was a whole to-do.” His fake displeasure at being the latest princess is adorable. He'd do anything for our children. He just likes to pretend he's so put out.
“I know, Junior sent me pictures.” we walk hand in hand to our room, first stopping and checking on the kids as we make our way down the hallway.
“That little traitor,” he says half-heartedly.
Once in our room, I strip down and head for the shower. Sixteen hours under harsh lights tends to make me sweat horribly.
“Did you set the alarm?” He asks.
“Yep. Locked up tight,” I say heading for the shower. Turning it on the hottest it will go, I start washing my hair. As I'm rinsing, I feel him slide in behind me. His already hard cock digs into my back.
“I missed you today, wife,” he growls in my ear, sending goosebumps popping up and down my body.
My head rolls back, only to be stopped by his shoulder.
“You know I missed you,” I say thickly as his fingers find and tug on my already hardening nipples.
His hand slides over my belly, he dips his long, thick index finger into my core and I almost fall. Without his support, I would have.
Our relationship is give and take.
He treats me like a queen.
He is my king.
He tells me my pussy is so good, he can't get enough of it.
I tell him his cock stretches me so good and I'll die
without it.
After all these years, he still has me cockmerized.
He came into my life as everything I never knew I needed.
My love for him is beyond measure at this point.
The life we've built is all that matters.
“I stopped taking my birth control,” I whisper. He loves me pregnant and if I'm honest I love being pregnant.
“When?” he questions.
“Last week,” I confirm.
“You are so getting fucked until you can't walk.”
“I'm counting on it,” I say turning into his embrace.
Meeting this man in that bar changed me in ways I didn't understand. He turned me on to all the possibilities that I didn't think were real.
Life is so good.
I can't fucking wait to see what else is in store for us.
Acknowledgments
I want to thank my husband, Daryl. You are so supportive of my dreams and I love you so fucking much for like ever.
Thank you, Mama, for all of your support! I love you.
Karlee, thank you for being a friend. #GoldenGirls reference. But seriously, thank you!!!! Love you .6 times!!!
Elisa, thank you for being so supportive of this for me! Love you, my #unicorn friend!!!
JENNY!!! You are the best damn alpha reader a girl could have!
To my arc team, no matter how many arcs I send in a short amount of time you guys pull through! Thank you so much for hanging out with me!
To all of the readers, you guys are the ones that make this possible! Thank you for reading me and taking the time to review. You don’t know how much seeing your words of encouragement help me when I am struggling!
-MK
Other books by MK Moore
To Love Series
-Brother in Law to Love
-Heel to Love
-Wife to Love
Royally Yours
-A Princess for Hans
Love In Norlyn
-Madame President
Regret, South Dakota
-My Aubree
-Her Forever
Owned
-Christmas Auction
Turn Me On
-So Good
Clearwater Curves Serial written with Elisa Leigh, C.M. Steele, & KL Fast
-Fancy Curves (Book # 2)
The Caribbean Rivalry Series written with C.M. Steele
-Stealing Destiny (Book # 2)
-Taking Her For Granted (Book # 4)
A Hauntingly Romantic Halloween Novella with Elisa Leigh, C.M. Steele, & KL Fast
-Hunting Gypsy (Book # 3)
Kissing Junction, TX series written with KL Fast
-Candy Corn Kisses
-Thankful Kisses
-Candy Cane Kisses
-Champagne Kisses
-Chocolate Kisses
-Midnight Kisses
-Shamrock Kisses
-Summer Kisses
-Cowboy Kisses
All for Love Series written with Elisa Leigh
-Daddy Captain
-Daddy Lawyer (coming soon)
Moosehead Minnesota Series written with ChaShiree M.
-Marry Grinchmas
-Sterling and Kennedy
-A Rose for Max
-The Time Between Us
Queen of Hearts Ink Series
-Inked Heart
-Inked by Him
-Inked by Her
-Ink Me
-Ink My Soul
About the Author
MK is married to the love of her life. She lives in Tennessee with her husband. She is an avid reader and loves telling steamy stories she deems filthy contemporary. She loves meeting readers, so come hang out with her!
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