“Who are they?” I whisper, not sure who this is at my wedding and what song they are about to perform.
“Hello, everybody, I’m John and I am here to sing to the wonderful couple Emily and James. Congrats you two. When I got a call a week ago about singing at their wedding I wouldn’t miss it for the world. This song is for you. You ready, Lindsay?” John speaks, the name is still not registering with me.
Playing with the keys and Lindsey fiddling with her violin they get in sync with one another and start a lovely musical intro.
“What would I do, without your smart mouth,
drawing me in and you kicking me out.
You’ve got my head spinning, no kiddin’, I can’t pin you down,
What’s going on in that beautiful mind,
I’m on your magical mystery ride.
And I’m so dizzy,
don’t know what hit me,
but I’ll be alright. My heads under water.
But I’m breathing fine.
You’re crazy and I’m out of my mind.
Cause all of me,
loves all of you,
love your curves and all your edges...”, sings.
“Oh my god. This is our song, the song you played on the radio the first night you came home,” I excitedly state, floating effortlessly around the dance floor, as my fantastic dance partner guides me.
“Yes, sweetheart, this is your surprise.” Tilting his head down, he captures my lips, softly kissing me, our bodies magnetically drawn to one another.
“My love, do you like it?” he asks, pulling away so slowly, that my heart wants to reach out and drag his supple lips back down to mine.
“You’re my prize, anything more is just a bonus,” I smirk and quickly peck him on the lips.
Dancing around the room, the photographer goes wild and shoots us from every angle. But all I can do is pay attention to my husband, looking in his eyes, inhaling his delectable scent, enjoying our first dance as husband and wife. As soon as the song ends, the DJ announces it’s time to cut the cake. Apparently tonight is full of nontraditional surprises. Not that our lives are any sort of normal on a regular basis.
Walking, hand-in-hand, Papa Bear and I make it over to cake and cut a small slice of cake to share. Picking up a tiny piece, I place it gently in his mouth and he does the same in return. Stacy would kill us if we messed up my makeup any more than I already have. Taking bigger slices with us to our seats, champagne is handed out and it’s time for the toasts. I think I’ll go first.
Clinking my glass, I stand, one hand holding my champagne and my other resting on James’s shoulder; he’s turned so he can watch me. I’m a little nervous to be center of attention, but here goes nothing.
“Thank you all for coming tonight, it’s been an amazing wedding. I couldn’t image it being any better. Thank you Stacy for throwing it together at last minute, you’re my hero.” He smiles and blows me a kiss.
“I know our lives have been a rollercoaster for the past year, between having the babies and James leaving for a short time. But I am thankful every day to have each and every one of you people in my life. Love you all.” I salute the glass and they all clink.
Next in line goes James and my dad, who both give superb short but sweet speeches.
Now it’s time for Stacy. Oh boy, this should be good.
“Well, hello every one, I’m Stacy as you all know, I’m also Emily’s best friend and have been for the past ten years. We met in high school and well, it’s been friendship since first collision. I want to say Emily, I am so happy to call you my best friend. I seriously know I couldn’t breathe without you in my life.”
“You got that right,” Kyle chimes in, laughing.
“Yes, Kyle. We know I’m a little co-dependent. Anyhow, I am very happy to be by your side when you married the man that you belong with. I wouldn’t approve of just any man marrying my sassy best friend. But James and you complete one another and anyone who sees you two knows there is an eternity of love that radiates from both of you. Congrats, baby girl.”
Awe! I love Stacy.
Standing up, I give him a long, warm hug and thank him.
“My turn,” Johnathan announces, standing at the sliding doors of the back of the house, a bottle of beer in his hand. Since the ceremony ended, he hasn’t been out here very long. Just long enough to eat and then he retired into the house. I think to put Jenna to sleep and whatever else. I know it’s not to sleep with Cammy, because she’s been here with Dylan all night long and having a lot of fun chatting with the group. She’s a hoot.
Cammy stands, like she’s about to try and deter him from what might happen. Johnathan is a loose cannon and you can never be too sure what he might say or do.
“Sit,” Johnathan orders her and she complies immediately. Sub obeying Dom, no questions asked.
“I’m not going to say anything wrong,” he slurs.
Fuck! He’s drunk! This isn’t good.
Walking over to the stage, he snatches away the microphone from the DJ booth and takes the platform front and center.
Shhhiiitttt.
“Fist…Fuck…I mean first… of all.” Holding up his finger to a number one he continues. “I love Emily, all you’s know this. It’s not like I’m up-ah here spouting some nonsense. It’s known. Johnathan the fuck up, loves two women. Yadda, fuckin’ yadda. Anywho’s, I’d be lyin’ if I said I’m not a little heartbroken, by this happy nuptial thingy. But, even though I personally am sad, for myself. I am very happy for Emily and James. I might be a dick, I might fuck a lot of shit up and do a lot of rude things. I’m a recovering selfish asshole. But…I know James is right for her. I am the bad boy, I’m the misogynist, who could never deserve her. She deserves someone like him, who doesn’t hurt her, who fights to come back to her, who doesn’t cheat and who is an all-around decent man. They love each other, and there ain’t nothin’ more beautiful than love. Now, I know this song is going to be completely out of place here at the wedding, but I didn’t think me singing you a love song would sound appropriate. And since I am a badass rocker with a killer voice, the boys and I decided it was important to play a little something for ya. To commemorate you never bein’ mine and forever married to that dude.” He points to James and I chuckle, patting my husband’s leg. Wrapping his arm around my shoulder, we sit back and watch the men set up on the stage.
Leave it to Johnathan to make this a night even harder to ever forget. God, love him.
“This song, I kind of stole from a band I’m friends with. But it’s perfect for tonight.”
Great…. I can’t wait to hear what it is he sings.
“I think you can do much better than me
After all the lies that I made you believe
Guilt kicks in and I start to see
The edge of the bed
Where your nightgown used to be
I told myself I won't miss you
But I remember
What it feels like beside you
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me…..
While looking through your old box of notes
I found those pictures I took
That you were looking for
If there's one memory I don't want to lose
That time at the mall
You and me in the dressing room
I told myself I won't miss you
But I remember
What it feels like beside you
I really miss your hair in my face
And the way your innocence tastes
And I think you should know this
You deserve much better than me….,”
Awe, what a great song! He’s right; it doesn’t sound right at our wedding, but it does fit our lives perfectly, all the way down to the dressing room. Plus, he has an amazing voice and he’s decided to sing at our wedding.
How sweet is that? He could sing row-row-row your boat and that would have meant just as much.
After he finishes the song, I get up and hug him, and the DJ takes back over. I get to dance with my dad, Deacon, Stacy, James a lot more and Johnathan once. What a great wedding. Eric and Jenna woke up long enough to dance with Mama and Papa for a dance each. We switched them back and forth between us. It felt great dancing with my infants on my wedding day.
As the night winds down, I grab Dylan just before he heads to bed and dance with him.
“Does this mean you are still my Mama and Papa Bears?” he asks, looking up at me.
“We will always be here Dylan, never going to leave you. Papa will always be here too. Don’t worry.”
That answer makes him light up brighter than the fourth of July. “Good, cause I like Papa Bear better than Johnathan. He plays with me and we eat ice cream when nobody else knows. Shhh, Mama, please don’t tell.”
Awe! Be still my heart. I love my little man.
“You’re secret is safe with me.” I kiss him on the cheek and walk him back over to Cammy, who’s standing on the edge of the dance floor.
“I had fun with Mama Bear,” he tells her.
“I’m glad sweetie; now it’s time for bed.”
Grabbing his hand into hers, she escorts him from the party and he waves to me on his way into the house. They’ve moved fully into the main part of the house, Dylan has a bedroom upstairs and Cammy is now sleeping next to Johnathan.
“Ready to retire for the evening, my wife?” James wraps his arms around my waist from behind, kissing me on the neck.
“Yes, after this song.” I sway with him, my hands holding his tightly around me.
What an amazing wedding it has been. I’ve gotten to dance and speak with friends. I’m officially married to my soul mate. I can’t think of much better of a day. Except maybe the day the twins were born. Here’s to an eternity with the most perfect man.
Chapter Twenty
~Emily~
The Honeymoon
“What are you doing, husband?” I yell loud enough he can hear me outside, as I lay naked, wrapped in a warm Sherpa blanket sprawled out in our king sized log cabin bed that sits in our quaint honeymoon cabin retreat, secluded deep into the redwoods of southern Oregon. A place near and dear to my sweet husband’s heart.
“I’m slicing some fire roasted peaches to go into this morning’s oatmeal, that I have cooking over the campfire. Along with some freshly brewed coffee, just for you, my love.”
Awe, how more perfect can he be? Oatmeal with roasted peaches and coffee. He sure does know how to make a girl want to do nothing but jump his bones at first morning light. If a man taking care of me is wrong, I sure as hell don’t wanna be right. This is the life.
We’ve been camping out here for the past three days and we have another eight to go. Rustic living at its finest, in a small one bedroom luxury cabin with a wraparound front porch, hot tub, small state of the art kitchen, a large bathroom with separate tub and shower. The entire place screams frontier land in the most exquisite sense of the word. It’s mostly modern replicas of the old ways with some actual antique touches. The best about this entire stay is the tranquility and oneness with nature. If you step out front of the cabin, you walk onto a grassy patch of land and ten paces out you come toe-to-toe with a sandy beach surrounding the small lake that we now own. As a wedding present to me, my Papa Bear bought his Mama Bear a cabin retreat deep in the heart of the redwoods, fifteen miles from the nearest paved road. We drove up the day after our wedding and left the babies with my mom, dad, Johnathan, Cammy, Stacy and Kyle. I’m fairly certain they can handle two babies between the six of them. Especially my beautiful mom—considering she works in a pediatrician’s office as a nurse.
The drive itself only took us about eleven hours and we took highway five straight up the coast from Malibu. We didn’t get in until late so I wasn’t able to truly appreciate the beauty of these slender yet massive tress, that all stand taller than the United State Capitol building. Hitting right around two hundred and fifty, to three hundred feet tall, and maxing at about three twenty five. I read about it in a book last night that was stacked on our small living rooms rustic coffee table. While James rubbed my feet and finished another one of his Dan Brown novels. I think he’s trying to best me.
Last year I read around a hundred and thirty books; it would have been more but I was working for Stricken full time. Now, I do some work behind the scenes but it’s definitely slowed down for me. They don’t need me as much anymore and being the mother of Johnathan’s twins prevents me from leaving what I like to call The Compound. Which is just a fancy name for the beach house. Anyhow, like I was saying, James is trying to one up me in the reading department, by forcing himself to read all the major novels that I’ve already indulged in and finding new series to invest his spare time reading. For instance; I was snooping through his wedding present last night; I bought him a kindle. And I found twelve John Grisham books and Jane Eyre. What man reads Jane Eyre? Only a man who wants to compete with his wife. I’m awaiting the day when I find the Fifty Shades of Grey Trilogy or The Masters of the Shadow lands series on his kindle. Then I will officially know he’s lost his marbles and has taken this friendly competition too far. I’m looking forward to besting him this year and reading books I know he wouldn’t or shouldn’t dare touch. Most of those novels are sensually touching the romance department. If ya catch my drift.
“Is my wife coming to see her husband? Or am I going to have to drag you from our bedroom?”
Fine, I guess I’ll roll out of bed at….I peer over at the clock…. Nine in the morning. Ewwww, that is just way too early. I want to sleep in. Isn’t that part of the honeymoon rule? Sleep in and relax. Seems rather simple to me.
“I’m coming,” I respond and literally roll out of bed and glancing down at my chest, my milk is already starting to seep this morning. Being a cow has its perks, like a man who can’t get enough of your milk. But it makes a mess all the time and I produce enough milk to feed eight babies. My doctor called it overactive letdown reflex, but she said in my case it isn’t harming the babies because I have a healthy balance of both foremilk and hindmilk, whatever those are. So, now I’ve resorted to pumping and donating my supply to a milk bank, it’s for women who either can’t or choose not to breast feed and want to provide proper nutrients to their babies. Which I find reputable and when Dr.Golds suggested I look into supplying one of the banks, I decided what the heck— it can’t hurt.
Standing up, I swipe my nipples with a Kleenex and decide to give my husband a nice naked woman this morning. Exiting our bedroom, I open the front screen door and put my hands on either side of the door frame, spread my legs to show him my pussy and bite my bottom lip in eager anticipation.
“You want...” He looks up from tending the fire to see me stark naked and he gulps, his eyes widened as he takes in all of my nakedness.
“You were saying?” I wink and slowly I take my hand and rub it between my breasts, down my stomach and cup my dripping sex.
Clearing his throat and licking his lips he turns on the tree stump, that he’s sitting on, to face me. Reaching into his pj pants, he pulls out his hardened cock and begins to stroke it up and down. His gaze raking the length of my body.
“You’re hot,” he grunts, fisting his rod.
“I was just thinking the same thing.” I lick my lips, salivating over his perfect dick, my pussy throbbing to be filled. We’ve not went a single day without making love, and I don’t want that to ever stop. And sometimes we’ve gone upwards of six times in a given day. You’d think with him being in his forties he’d wear out quicker. That couldn’t be further from the truth. He’s fit, flexible and fuckable, and he’s my husband; the perfect combination.
“What do you want to do with that?” I stare at his dick with a raised brow.
“This.” He grabs the jar of peanut butter that’s next to his foot, unscrews the cap and
plunges his sexy cock into the creaminess.
“Oh my, I wonder what I should do with that?” I lick my lips and get down on all fours, slowly crawling towards him.
“I heard Mama Bears love the taste of peanut butter in the morning. Maybe she’d like some.” He opens his legs further, grasping the base of his dick in his hands he waves his back and forth, tempting me to suck.
As I approach, I stop and he gives me a naughty smile and a come-hither gesture. “Come little Mama, it’s time for breakfast.”
Stalking the most delicious morning desert, I edge closer, purring in my throat. My eager pussy involuntarily humping the air. Desperate to be filled with his massive perfection.
Pushing it down so I can stay on all fours, he positions it so I can suck at the perfect angle. Sticking the tip of my tongue out I lightly tickle the end of his thick peanut butter covered head with my tongue. Savoring the nutty flavor. It tastes even better with his dick flavors mixed in.
Mmmmm, delicious.
“That’s right little, Mama, take Papa into your mouth.”
Hell yes, my sex god is in full form this morning, gently demanding me with his husky, masculine words. I love him like this.
Wrapping my lips around his head, I swirl my tongue around it, swallowing the protein down into my hungry stomach. Insatiably hungry for him and what he is feeding me.
“That’s right, sweetheart, let Papa feed you,” he groans, sweetly pulling my hair from around my face, so it doesn’t get in the way.
“Uhhhhh, hummmm...” I hum, sliding his girth further into my mouth, so his bulbous head is resting in the back of my throat. Sucking harder, I lap the peanut butter from his dick and the more I suck, the hotter and wetter I become.
Oh, shit, this is so sexy.
Bending forward, he runs his hand down my spine and slides his middle finger between my butt cheeks. Tantalizingly, he swirls it around my back hole.
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