by A. Gorman
I will be meeting her family for the first time. I’ve talked to her father a few times on the phone. I was nervous as hell when I called him to ask for Jesse’s hand. I almost shit myself when I told him that I got his little girl pregnant. There was silence on the line, and I thought for sure he was going to tell me I was a dead man. But he told me that as long as she was happy, then he would agree to the marriage. I honestly don’t know what I would have done if he would have said no.
Jesse met my parents the weekend she told me she was pregnant. I thought my mom was going to freak out because I was making her a grandma before she was fifty, but she was okay with it once she met Jesse. She fell in love with her. My dad was pretty impressed with Jesse too. She isn’t who I pictured myself spending the rest of my life with, but I think I can grow to love her. I know I won’t be cheating on her. I’ve been there and done that. It freaking sucks.
For Jesse being from a very wealthy family, Jesse doesn’t act like it. She doesn’t throw her family’s wealth in your face. She is kind, sweet, innocent, and caring, the qualities that I wouldn’t associate with myself. I am none of them. I mean, she can be a little crazy at times, but that just adds to what makes her Jesse, especially when she smiles or laughs. I love her qualities as much as I love her. They really do make my day.
Holy shit. Wait, love? When did I fall in love with her? I try to figure out the moment I stopped thinking of Alexis and starting thinking of only Jesse. It was the day she told me she was pregnant. That dose of reality makes me realize that maybe I’m ready for this, but I really don’t have any choice; it’s happening no matter what. For once, I’m okay with one of my monumental fuck ups.
Jesse and I just finished moving Jesse’s things from her house in Bloomington into my condo and storage. We’re going to look at houses once we get back from our honeymoon. I have looked at a few online that I can afford already. There are a few close to my parents, but I don’t want to be that close to them. I could see my mom coming over every day after the baby is born, although that might be nice for Jesse. We will have to see how it works out.
My friends wanted to throw me a bachelor party tomorrow night, but I really don’t want to let Jesse out of my sight. She hasn’t been feeling the greatest. I don’t want to take a chance on something happening to her or the baby while I’m out having fun. Yeah, I might be growing up just a little bit.
Jesse’s family arrived at Indianapolis International Airport a little after noon. We rented a limo to ride in together down to Brown County. I forgot to include the McCoy’s personal bodyguard. Hopefully he doesn’t mind riding up front. I hope he isn’t the guy that my sister knows. He keeps staring at me, so I am thinking he is.
Pearse McCoy isn’t anything like I thought he would be. He’s a big man, and his voice is just as big. He is quiet but straight to the point. He looks nothing like Jesse. He has dark brown hair with brown eyes to match and is easily six foot five. He makes me feel small.
He gives me a firm handshake. “Chet. Pearse McCoy. I hope you’re taking good care of my little girl.” If looks could kick your ass, I would be on the ground.
“Yes, sir, I am. I plan on making Jesse happy for the rest of our lives.” I give him my best honest smile. There’s no need to bullshit my way through this. I know he would be able to see right through it.
“Good to hear. If I hear differently…? Let’s just say we don’t hear differently. Chet, this is my other daughter, Reese, and my son, Tierney.”
I shake both of their hands. “Nice to meet you both. Jesse is sitting in the limo waiting on us. She wasn’t feeling well on the way here. She thought she would rest while waiting on you to arrive,” I tell them.
“Mr. Wade is attending to our luggage. Let’s go meet him at luggage claim and get our bags so I can see Jesse. It’s been way too long.” With that, he heads off to the baggage claim.
Jesse is asleep when I get to the limo. I gently wake her up so she can greet her family. Her eyes flood with tears when they land on her father.
“Oh, Daddy. I am so glad to see you. Reese and Ty, It’s so good to see you too.” She gives them all big hugs, but Mr. McCoy seems a little cold to her.
Jesse seems to notice, but she doesn’t let it affect her behavior with her siblings. She asks them how school is going and then asks them other questions to make sure that their lives are going well. We all get loaded up in the limo and start the less than two-hour drive to Nashville, Indiana.
I hope this place is as nice as my mom made it out to be. I hear Reese whispering to Jess that their father has met someone. Reese and Tierney haven’t met her yet. All they know is that their father calls her Tilly. Jesse looks like she is going to be sick.
“Jesse, are you okay, baby?” I ask in my most sincere voice.
“Um, yes, just had a little motion sickness. I’m okay now.” She looks at me with tears forming in her eyes.
“Are you sure? There is water and fruit in the mini fridge. I made sure they stocked it in case someone needed refreshments before we made it to Nashville,” I say, letting her know that I will make sure she is taken care of.
“Yes. Thank you, Chet. I think I’m going to close my eyes for a few minutes.”
She closes her eyes. I notice her sister is rubbing the palm of her hand. Jesse likes it when someone she cares about rubs her palm when she isn’t feeling well.
I remember her telling me that her mother used to rub the palm of her hand when she would get sick when she was younger. She hated to be touched, but her mother was a cuddler, so she would rub her hand so she still could touch her without smothering Jesse.
Pearse glances up to me, over at Jesse, and back to me. Maybe he’s trying to figure out if I am serious about this marriage or if it’s a sham. I’m surprised he didn’t ask about a prenup. I’m not even going to bring it up. I’m not worried about it. I’m in this for the long haul.
We finally arrive at the little bed and breakfast we are staying at and Jesse is impressed with what I set up. I can’t believe she let my mother pick out everything. Jesse was ready to get married in the courthouse. I wouldn’t have it.
We all get settled in. I’m staying in the honeymoon suite while Jesse shares a room with her sister. We check out the chapel to make sure everything is set up how we want it. We eat dinner together and go our separate ways after we eat. My cell phone starts going off once I get to the room.
Jesse: I love you big daddy. I hope you have me screaming that tomorrow.
Me: Why don’t you come to our room now, and I’ll show you big daddy.
Jesse: I don’t want to jinx our wedding! Are you crazy?
Me: Chicken.
Jesse: You’ve met my father, right?
Me: Point taken. Are you ready for all this?
Jesse: I think so. I know it’s not going to be perfect, but I think we will be okay.
Me: Me too. Hey Jesse?
Jesse: Yes?
Me: I love you too.
Jesse: Night, Chet.
Me: Night, Jesse.
I plug my cell phone in and strip off my clothes to get ready for bed. I get into bed and start thinking about all the ways that I am going to have Jesse screaming my name tomorrow night.
Chapter
Sixteen
Today is the big day. I’m standing up here with my best friend, Matt, and Jesse’s best friend, Laney. I’m not-so-patiently waiting for Jesse and her father to walk down the short aisle. My father is beaming and my mother can’t stop crying. Jesse’s sister and brother look conflicted about being here. One moment they look happy for her and the next their faces are impassive.
Finally, the music changes, and I know that Jesse and Pearse are going to come through the door any moment. When she finally does, I didn’t expect her to look anything like this. Holy shit.
She looks like a fucking angel. Her dress isn’t white, but off white, and it makes her freckled skin glow. Her dress is fitted at the top, strapless, and has a short train. She is
wearing a veil that’s covering her face right now. Her father looks somewhat happy, but I can’t tell.
He is wearing a suit that shows off his build. I would seriously hate to piss off the man. I already know I’m on his shortlist. I will do my best not to screw this up because it’s not only Jesse and me; we will have a baby we’ll have to care for soon as well.
When Jesse gets to me, I’m almost breathless. She’s gorgeous. The minister asks who gives Jesse to me, and Mr. McCoy answers, “Her family does.” Well, it’s good to know they support her in this marriage.
The minister gets to our vows. I thought I would stutter through them, but I said them with confidence. Jesse had tears in her eyes when she said before everyone that she would honor and obey me. I chuckled inwardly at that one. Jesse obey me? Yeah right.
When the minister asked if there were any objections, I was waiting for someone to stand up and object, but no one did. I release the breath I knew I was holding when the minister introduces us as Mr. and Mrs. Chet Boston and he tells me I can kiss my bride.
Holy shit. I’m married. We’re married.
The next few hours are a blur. We have a small reception. Seriously small. It was just dinner and cake. Mom and Dad are going to throw a huge reception in a few weeks once we get all settled in.
Pearse gave Jesse and me one hundred thousand to put down on a house with a yard and set up a trust fund for our children. My parents equally gave one hundred thousand for a house and also to set up a trust fund. Hell yeah, we are set. I can’t wait to find a house for us.
Everything winds down, and we are ready to call it a night. Well, we’re ready to go back to our suite so we can consummate our marriage. Jesse and I go to the room and I open the door. I grab her and carry her across the threshold. I have to make sure my superstitious girl is taken care of.
“You are beautiful. And all mine,” I say. I run the back of my hand down the side of her face. She leans into it.
“You’re not too bad looking yourself, handsome. How about you help me get this dress off and I’ll show you just how handsome you are.” She smirks.
“What if I want to fuck you in this dress and those sexy as sin heels?”
“I’d say you better hurry up and get these panties off me and have your way with me. I’ve been dying for your cock since I rode it yesterday morning.” She almost pants.
“Yes, Mrs. Boston, at your command.”
I lift up the skirts of her dress and slide down her panties with my teeth. She didn’t even bother wearing stockings or a garter belt. Just sexy panties.
“How much do you like these panties?”
“I bought them for today. Why?”
I rip them off her body. I can’t wait any longer to be inside of her.
“Sorry. I can’t wait. Lie back on the bed. I’m going to fuck you hard and fast. And then, while you’re resting, we will work on getting that dress off you.”
She does as I ask and doesn’t question me. Maybe she really will learn to obey.
She spreads her legs for me and I pull my pants and boxers down, enough to get my cock out and stroke it a few times to make sure it’s hard enough to pound into my bride A bead of pre-cum comes to the tip, and I know that my erection won't last long. I’m so aroused.
I bend down and lick Jesse’s glistening core. She bucks off the bed. She is ready and waiting for me to please her. I insert my finger and slowly start loosening her. I add another finger. Quickly, she is ready for my cock.
I don’t waste any time. Placing my cock at her entrance, I slam into her center. She screams out, not in pain, but in pleasure, “Chet! Harder, harder.”
“You ask and you shall receive,” I say as I pound my wife harder and harder. I hope there isn’t anyone in the rooms around us. They’re going to hear me give my wife the best sex of her life.
There is no love making here. This is raw sex. I keep slamming my cock into Jesse’s tight, wet core. As much as we screw, you would think it wouldn’t be tight, but it is. I can tell she is on the verge of coming by the way her pussy is gripping my cock. It loves when I slam back into her. My release is building, and I can’t hold off much longer.
“Jesse, I’m going to come, baby. Come with me. Come while I fill your pussy.” She looks at me with lust laden eyes. She is gasping. I know she is trying to hold off. “Come, Jesse. I’m going to come!”
She looks back at me and yells out, “Fuck me harder, Chet.”
I slam into her two more times and start coming. She is lost in her orgasmic bliss. I pump in her a few more times and still. I can feel my cock still pumping come into her.
Slowly, I pull myself out of her. I get a towel to clean her up. I don’t want to ruin her dress. Jesse is sound asleep when I get back.
I clean her up and gently get her out of her dress. I guess morning sex will be on the agenda for tomorrow. I get us situated in bed and cuddle with my wife. I think I could get used to this. I’m feeling some things I’ve never felt before. Getting the coke out of my system has really opened my eyes to how awesome my life with Jesse and our child is going to be.
Chapter
Seventeen
Winter, Age 24
After almost two months of being married, we lost the baby. The pain seems to never go away. I’ve upped my use of coke, and how Jesse hasn’t realized that I’m using is beyond me. I guess when you love someone, you don’t see all the bad shit about them.
I stopped using the day Jesse told me I was going to be a father, but now my addiction to coke has increased to a dangerously high level, physically and financially. I make enough to afford my addiction, but I’m starting to use Jesse’s money to pay bills and I’ve been forgetting shit.
Luckily, I made friends with a local distributor and that led to making friends with the head of the local operation. I told him I would like to hookup my friends with this cut of coke too, so I buy larger quantities. I’ve become the local go-to for the people I work with and know. I have to help support my habit somehow.
I wasn’t ready to be a father, but in that two months I thought I was going to be one, I was really looking forward to it. We looked at houses outside of downtown, on the north side, and bought one on another reservoir outside of Indianapolis.
A week after we moved, Jesse started feeling very ill. I was scared for her and the baby, so I rushed her to IU Health. A few hours later, we found out that she was in the early stages of a miscarriage. Jesse was devastated, and I wasn’t much better off.
I thought I would be able to deal with my internal pain while looking at the pain Jesse was dealing with externally, but looking at her and how much pain she was in broke my heart beyond repair. I couldn’t help but to blame myself. Maybe we lost the baby because I was on coke at the time she conceived. The doctor told us that miscarriages happen with younger couples more than he would like to say, but we should be able to conceive again if we wish to.
Slowly, the light in Jesse’s eyes started to return, but I was falling deeper into a pit of darkness. So I fell back on the one thing that could get me out of my darkness—coke. I was back using it like I had never stopped.
I was feeling better about myself, and Jesse seemed to be in a better place too. We decided that we would hold off on trying for another child. We really needed to get to know each other, enjoy our time as a young married couple.
Most people I know that grew up rich and spoiled, like Jesse and I, spend money like water. They have to have the best of the best. Jesse works for what she wants instead of relying on credit cards to buy it or depending on someone else to buy it for her. She works hard for her, for us.
After we got married, it seemed like her family distanced themselves from her. I don’t know if it was so much them as it was her, but she and her family stopped seeing each other as much as they used to before she was married. Actually, I haven’t seen her family since the wedding, and I can’t tell you the last time she talked to her dad or siblings.
I still can�
��t believe that Chantelle and I haven’t been connected as being related. I’m thankful as hell for that. I guess if it wasn’t for her, I wouldn’t have pursued Jesse and wouldn’t be married to her, but I still feel a little guilty. Oh well. One more thing the coke helps me forget.
I try to keep up my image as an amazing husband, but I am far from it. I love buying her flowers just because I feel bad for spending money on coke. So when I buy a stash, I get Jesse flowers, jewelry, or plan a trip somewhere.
I hope she never finds out who the real Chet Boston is. I think it would destroy me to watch her break from all the lies. I hope she never finds out that I am the one that helped Chantelle slide right into her father’s arms.
Just thinking about all of this makes me crave another hit…
Chapter
Eighteen
A lot of people use coke, especially in the line of work I’m in. People like to see an upbeat, energetic marketing representative, but I’m getting to the point where I don’t know who the real Chet or the fake Chet is anymore. I’ve started cheating on Jess. I bang chicks on the side and then go home. Hell, I’d go home and have sex with her too. But lately, I haven’t felt like getting it up for anyone. I just want the next hit so I can get through these horrible days.
I told myself that I would never cheat on her, that I would leave her before I’d do that, but I can’t leave her. She keeps me somewhat grounded. I couldn’t imagine the mess I would be in if it wasn’t for her. My body and mind would be an empty shell.
I’m working on getting a promotion at work. I’ve been selling my work and myself to my bosses. I really should be kissing Jesse’s feet for standing beside me the way she does because she is the one that encouraged me and prepared me to apply for this promotion. If I get this promotion, it will help with the money problems I have. I just hope that all this doesn’t come crashing around me or her.
