by MJ Summers
“Good, except for the part where you said you would turn her into a goat if she didn’t cook for you,” the judge said.
Trey’s eyes grew wide until he saw Alessandra laugh. “No, you were perfect. Don’t listen to him.”
Judge Bathory prompted Alessandra to take her turn. She dabbed at her eyes with a tissue before speaking in English. “Trey, you are the most wonderful man I’ve ever known. You are smart and fun and kind. You are so determined to do the right thing, and I know in my heart that you will always be there for me. I’ve watched you with your son as you’ve learned how to love him and take care of him. The love I have for you is like nothing I’ve known before and I know without a doubt it will never end. I’m proud to become your wife today, and I’m honoured to be able to make a life with you starting now. Trey, I will love you and honour you, stay faithful to you and support you for better or for worse, in sickness and in health, for richer or for poorer, for the rest of our lives.”
The judge motioned to Tomas to present the rings. Tomas grinned up at his father and Alessandra, plucking the rings off the satin pillow to hand to his dad. His little fingers didn’t have a good grip on them and they both fell, rolling out of sight under a row of chairs. Gasps sounded from all around and Tomas’s bottom lip quivered as he stared up at his dad. “It’s okay, buddy, we’ll find them,” Trey said with a little wink as he crouched down to look for them. The guests in that row all scoured the floorboards underneath them, finally retrieving the rings.
“Here we go!” Trey held them up triumphantly. He gave Alessandra a reassuring smile and whispered, “It’s going to be fine. Trust me.”
Alessandra nodded but looked less certain than he’d hoped. The couple exchanged rings before finally reaching the moment Trey had been waiting for since the ceremony began: the kiss. He tipped her back and kissed her long and hard, feeling her happiness in the curve of her mouth. When he lifted her back up to standing, the incident with the rings was all but forgotten and thunderous applause echoed through the rafters of the old barn.
Trey and Alessandra started their walk down the aisle with their clasped hands held above their heads and their little boy running ahead of them. When they reached the barn doors, they walked out to the makeshift entrance, feeling the fresh air.
“We did it!” Trey exclaimed. “I can’t believe we really did it!”
“Are you glad?”
“Quit asking me that. Of course I’m glad. I’m the happiest man on earth.” He picked her up and spun around as they hugged and kissed in that moment of quiet before the guests started to join them.
* * *
The rest of the evening was noisy and fun and filled with delicious food and flowing drinks and laughter and dancing. One of Alessandra’s cousins removed Trey’s tie and cut it into small pieces, which were then sold to the guests to raise money for the newlyweds.
Even Lorena dragged Trey onto the dance floor. “He needs to learn to samba properly if he’s going to be part of this family.” She grinned at him as his eyebrows knit together in concentration.
“Keep your knees bent. No, that’s too much! Like this!” she shouted over the music.
As the last notes of the song played out, she patted him on the cheek. “Okay, I’ll give you a chance. You seem like a hard worker, and you made a lovely wedding for Alessandra in an old barn. Let’s consider this a new start. But you need to know that if you mess this up, I’ll make you wish you were dead.”
The last pat on the cheek was much harder than Trey expected it to be. “Point taken,” he said as she walked away and left him rubbing his cheek.
As the evening drew to a close, the guests rushed through the rain to their cars, full and happy. Betina took an almost-asleep Tomas to the main house to put him to bed, and Trey found an umbrella for Alessandra to use on their trip back to their house. He swept her up in his arms and made his way across the field.
“Your Aunt Bertha said I have to carry you into the house, entering with my right foot first. You’re going to have to remind me when we get the door open. I’m a little drunk and I’m likely to forget.”
“Okay, I’m more than a little drunk, but I’ll force myself to remember. We can use the luck.”
“Ah, who needs luck when you’ve got love?”
* * *
Alessandra reached down to open the door and Trey carried her inside, setting her down on the floor. “Don’t move. I’ll be right back for you,” he said as he kicked off his shoes. She toed off her heels and stretched her arms out to the sides, spinning in circles with happiness.
They had done it. She was married to the sweetest, sexiest man she’d ever met, and he loved her. Only her. He had promised he always would. And she knew in her heart that he meant it. Finishing a slow spin, she stopped and saw him leaning against the bedroom door, smiling as he watched her. He shook his head. “You’re unbelievably cute.”
His feet were bare, his jacket was gone, and the top two buttons of his shirt were undone. As she gazed at him, he looked like the hottest man who had ever lived. He walked to her and held out a hand. “Come with me.”
Alessandra took his hand and followed him to the bedroom. Candles flickered, bringing a soft warmth to the room. Tulle billowed from the ceiling, down to both sides of the bed. “Trey, when did you have time to do all this?”
“I managed to sneak back here during the reception. It only took a minute.”
“It’s wonderful. I love it.” Alessandra ran her fingers along his cheek, then reached up and gave him a lingering kiss. “Thank you.”
“Thank you.”
“For what? You did everything today. I just got dressed and put my hair up.”
“You married me. You could’ve said no.”
“Well, I probably would have but you asked at just the right moment.”
Trey laughed. “So, I’ll know to wait until right after sex to ask you for anything I really want.”
“If you do that, I’m in a lot of trouble. I’ll be saying yes to everything.”
Trey let his lips hover over hers. “That should work out well for me.” His voice was thick with desire. Resting his hands on her hips, he pulled her to him. And finally his mouth was on hers again. His kiss was urgent, his tongue finding its way between her parted lips. He explored her mouth carefully, intently, while his hands travelled the length of her back. Alessandra felt his fingers on the top button of her dress. She smiled up at him adoringly. “You may want me to turn around. There are a lot of buttons.”
Trey spun her. “Wow! That’s going to take half the night. There must be, like, fifty buttons on this thing.”
“Then you better get to work, Mr. Johnson,” she said in a sultry tone.
She looked over her shoulder as he struggled with each button, stopping often to kiss the nape of her neck or suck on her earlobe. “Mmm, I think I’ll get you to take off my clothes every night if this is how you do it.”
“Good.” He let his fingers glide down her naked spine to his next tiny opponent. When he finally reached the last button, he slid his hands inside and pushed the dress off her shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. She stood before him in a white corset clipped to nude stockings with satin garters. Lacy white barely-there panties peeked out the bottom of the corset. Trey let out an impressed sigh. “Wow.” His hands gripped her waist, then made their way up her body to her breasts. Alessandra let herself lean against him as his thumbs traced the top of the corset, his rough skin running along her soft flesh. She let out a little moan, then lifted her hands to her hair to take the pins out.
Trey’s hands covered her forearms. “No. Let me.”
“Really? Are you sure? There are more pins than buttons.”
“I’m sure,” he murmured in her ear, letting his lips graze over her neck.
Alessandra lowered her arms and closed her eyes, listening to the sound of rain pattering on the roof and feeling the touch of her husband as he gently removed hairpins until her curls fell
down her shoulders. He ran his fingers through her hair, making sure he’d found every pin before spinning her back around to face him. “You’re so sexy.”
Ignited by a new passion, Alessandra quickly started to unbutton his shirt. Their kissing became frantic as she tugged his shirt off and it got caught around his wrists. They’d forgotten to undo his cufflinks. He held up his hands to do it, but Alessa stopped him and did it for him, kissing the palms of his hands as she took care of each sleeve. Her fingertips ran over the sculpted perfection that was his chest and abs. Trey closed the distance between them and backed her up against the bed. Holding her hands, he lowered her onto the bed and stood before her, running his hands over her body from her legs to her chest and back down. He knelt in front of her and opened the clasps on her garters before pulling her stockings slowly off each leg. She closed her eyes again, feeling his fingers wrap themselves around her panties, and soon those were gone too and his lips were on the inside of her thighs, teasing her with their warmth and softness. “Oh God, that feels so good,” she whispered. His tongue travelled the length of her wet heat, stoking the fire in just the way that would have her burning soon.
He let his tongue dip inside her and she heard a deep moan from his throat. Lifting her hips, she felt her legs distance themselves from each other without her telling them to. It was like this with him. Her body knew the pleasure of being with him and would move any way needed to get more. She was greedy and hungry when it came to his tongue and his lips and his body. She swivelled her hips and felt his tongue urging her to an explosive climax. Fleeting thoughts of waiting until he could come with her passed through Alessandra’s mind but were soon abandoned as she heard herself cry out with ecstasy. Her body tensed in long waves over his tongue. When it was over, she opened her eyes and saw him smiling up at her. He kissed the insides of her thighs as he ran his hands over her front. Trey then stood before her, gazing at her with lust as he undid his pants and pulled them off, along with his underwear. Alessandra’s breath caught at the sight of him like this, completely nude, bathed in the soft light of the candles, with his desire for her on obvious display.
He rested one knee on the bed next to her. “Now, how do I get this corset off? It looks a little complicated for a country boy like me.”
Alessandra smiled. “It is. There are more clasps on the back than there were pins in my hair.”
“You’re making me work for it tonight,” he said, gently turning her over on to her stomach. Instead of feeling his fingers on the back of the corset, she felt them running along the curve of her bottom. “You have the best ass I’ve ever seen.” He gave it a squeeze. “Mmm, it’s just so luscious.”
Now his hands took on the task of removing her last article of clothing. He made short work of it before turning her over again so she faced him. “There you are.” He took a moment to just look her up and down adoringly. Alessandra reached her hands out to his and pulled him down on top of her. Her legs wrapped around his waist and their mouths joined together again at last. She felt him move over her. His weight on top of her was perfection, his hard body pressing against her curves. His mouth was on her right nipple, sucking and licking, making it so tight with desire it almost hurt. Then he moved to her left breast, giving it the same rough, delectable treatment. Although it had been only two nights since they’d been together, he feasted on her body as though he’d been starving for years.
His hips rocked forward and she felt his hard length pushing its way inside. His mouth crushed against hers now as he thrust himself in to the hilt. A small gasp escaped her lips at the feel of him and her entire body tensed in response. He rocked them both back and forth in long, slow thrusts, each one a little harder than the last, each one touching her a little deeper. His body was more urgent in its need now; she could feel it as he moved. Her ankles clasped together over his back and her hands held his face as their tongues danced. He pulled his mouth back for a second, resting his forehead on hers. “I love you so much, Alessandra.”
And then his lips were on hers again. And nothing else existed other than the two of them. She let him urge her to her next climax, feeling beautiful and loved and adored. She felt him tense and release everything he had to give in waves so strong she nearly blacked out for a moment. Their voices broke the silence in the air as they both cried out with pleasure.
He collapsed onto her when it was over, then rolled onto his side so they remained intertwined, him still inside her as he kissed her tenderly. Thunder rolled gently above them, soothingly, as the rain picked up, lulling them to a deep sleep in each other’s arms. Just as he was about to drop off, Trey murmured, “This is forever, Alessa. You’re my forever.”
Twenty-Eight
“We should get up,” Alessandra remarked, looking over at the clock on the night table. The sun, already high in the sky, streamed in through the window.
“A little longer,” Trey urged, pulling her to him.
“Tomas is probably missing us.”
“I doubt it. Your family is probably filling him full of pancakes and cookies. I bet he’s forgotten who we are by now.”
Alessandra smiled as his hand traced the inside of her thigh. Trey let his teeth graze over her earlobe.
She moaned. “Okay. We compromise by showering together.”
“Practical and sexy. That’s such a turn-on,” he teased.
They laughed together for a moment. Alessandra spoke up again, in a mock-sultry voice. “Plus, we’ll save water, so it’s good for the earth.”
“Oh yeah, baby. Keep talking.”
Alessandra laughed before flipping the covers off them both and getting up. Any protesting he was about to do died in his throat as he watched her reach her arms up and stretch her naked body. She gestured for him to join her and disappeared out the door.
“You make a compelling case, counsellor,” he admitted when he reached the bathroom. He stared shamelessly as she added toothpaste to her toothbrush and began scrubbing her teeth. “I had no idea breasts did that when ladies brush their teeth. Wow. I could watch that all day.” His eyes remained locked on her chest. “I think I’m going to love being married.”
He stood behind her and pressed himself against her back, letting his hands wander for a minute before picking up his toothbrush. Alessandra finished brushing and took a big gulp of water. “This is the perfect way to start the day. Let’s do this every morning.”
“Agreed.”
She stepped away from the sink and turned on the water in the shower to let it warm up. “I can’t believe I’m just walking around naked in front of you. I’ve always been too shy to do this with anyone else.”
“You’ve seriously got no reason to be shy. Actually, by law, you have to walk around naked from now on. It was in the marriage contract.”
“No it wasn’t.” She narrowed her eyes at him, pretending to be annoyed.
“Oh, it was. I had your boss add it.”
“No you didn’t.”
“But I should have.”
A moment later they both stood together in the small shower, lathering each other with soap and lingering over wet kisses under the warm spray of the water. Their hands explored and teased each other’s slippery bodies until Alessandra made her way to her knees, swirling her tongue over the head of Trey’s hard length. His breath caught as she plunged her mouth over him, taking him in as far as she could before pulling back to the end again. Four quick plunges had him gripping the wall and feeling off balance until she slowed her mouth again. He stared down at her from under heavy eyelids, the sight of her full lips over his cock making him even harder than he already was. Her hands groped his lower abs and upper thighs while she worked her magic on him, sucking gently and licking him over and over. He knew he would have to stop her before it was too late, and that the time was closing in on him. Holding her hair, he gently pushed her away from him. “Wait. I don’t want to come without you.”
Alessandra gave him a naughty look as she plunged
her mouth over him again. He leaned against the shower wall, mesmerized by what she was doing. She had him under her spell and he let out a deep moan as he gazed down at her again.
“Stop. Come here,” he said, taking her wrists and pulling her up to stand before him. His hand slid between her legs and massaged her core as he kissed her and teased her with his mouth. Alessandra turned to face the wall and Trey leaned over her, pressing his chest to her back and bending his knees so he could enter her wet, waiting body. Careful not to hurt her, he pushed himself into her inch by inch until he filled her tight sex. The sound she made was his undoing. There was no stopping him now as he thrust his hips into her over and over, feeling her squeeze him every time he pulled back.
“Yes, Trey, yes,” she breathed, the side of her face touching the wall. “Just like that.”
Reaching around, he held her breasts, feeling their warmth in his palms, the back of his hands pressed against the cool tile. Working faster now, he slammed himself into her, feeling the head of his cock reach the end of her. She screamed another “Yes!” as he felt her body tense and release, tense and release. She was coming, drenching him, and the feeling of it pushed him over the edge. He stood over her, gripping her breasts as he gave in, and held her there for a long, perfect moment.
“So far, being married is very fun,” she said finally.
He chuckled, his face buried in her neck. “So fun.”
* * *
After breakfast in the main house with the family, Trey took Tomas out to get some fresh air while he started disassembling the wedding decor. Miguel would be returning the animals that afternoon, and the barn had to be ready to house them by then. The day was bright and warm under the sunshine but the earth was still soaked through, making it all kinds of muddy fun for Tomas to explore.
