by Ivy Jordan
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Blake
Aiden gently pushed me back, the suction from my mouth popping as he pounced on top of me. I laughed hysterically as he tickled under my arms, on my ribs, and then covered me with kisses.
Finally, he fell onto me in exhaustion, his cock still hard and pressing into my soft thigh. My body tingled, feeling the familiar ache I’d experienced the last couple days, working so closely with him, sleeping snuggled in his arms, but without our intimacy.
We’d both been so worn out, but our energy levels were high now, inflated with excitement, passion, and desire.
Aiden’s hands reached up to my head, his fingers combing through my long, blonde hair. He spread it out above me, circling it around my head on the mattress like a fan. His eyes poured into mine, a pool of emotion, so elated that I could feel his happiness as I stared into his.
“I love you,” he whispered.
I reached up, pulling his head closer to mine, pressing our lips together, and feeling the sweet, smoothness of his flesh.
Our tongues entangled in a wild fury as my legs wrapped around his waist. His hands pushed at the sundress, lifting my ass to bring the material past my hips. As his fingers searched my flesh, they were greeted with bare, warm skin, unprotected by panties. I expected his mom to still be there when I got out of the shower, so I intended on teasing him with quick peeks beneath my dress, maybe a slight touch of my tender skin, in order to get him to push her out. I needed this time alone. I craved his touch, his taste, the sensation of him buried deep within my pussy.
“No panties?” he questioned, chuckling as he worked his fingers to spread my swollen folds.
He reached the pink center, slowly grazing the sensitive flesh with one finger, not entering me, just teasing me as I squirmed beneath him.
“I was hoping it would cause you to run your mother off,” I confessed.
He smirked, shook his head, and then pressed his mouth against my neck, biting down gently as I let out a moan. I immediately covered my mouth, biting down on my own lip to quiet myself.
“I insulated the walls,” he grinned, guiding himself inside my warm cunt.
Another moan escaped my throat, this time louder and without concern. He slid in easily with my arousal slicked around his shaft, pushing himself deeper and deeper into my body.
My ankles locked at his tailbone, my hips rocked towards him, and my mouth reached for his. Our movements connected with a steady rhythm, our moans rolled in sync throughout the room.
Aiden gripped my thigh, squeezing it tightly as he lifted my leg, pushing me to my side. He worked my body towards him, pushing it away with long strokes before returning it, giving me tingles from the sensation.
My eyes followed his between us and quickly fixated on the view between our legs. His large cock stretched my skin, making room as it plunged deep into my body.
He reached down, allowing his thumb to trace circles around my clit until it swelled enough for him to push under the protective hood. His thumb rolled my pearl as our bodies continued to rock together. My body shook, trembled, and started to jerk from the extreme arousal.
I looked up, watching Aiden’s eyes, no longer fixated on our sex, but on my eyes. They were so bright, so hungry, that my body reacted with powerful waves of pleasure rushing through my breasts to my toes. As the waves passed between my legs, I twitched, and so did Aiden, our bodies becoming one, as well as our pleasures.
My eyes closed tightly, my fingers dug deep into his thick muscular flesh, and then we both tightened, tensed, and then released. It was a sweet relief of frustration soaring from my shoulders as they pushed into the mattress. Aiden’s weight pushed into me, causing my breath to become winded, and then suddenly a large pounce on the bed sent us rolling towards the floor. One thud, and we were out of the bed, on the hard floor, but still wrapped tightly in one another’s arms.
“Gunner!” Aiden yelled while I laughed in hysterics.
Gunner wasn’t fazed by the reprimand; instead, he seemed delighted to hear his name called out. Gunner’s long tongue lapped at my face, and then Aiden’s, until, he too, gave in with hysterical laughter.
Chapter Thirty-Nine
Aiden
The summer flew by, and even though Anna-Marie was growing stronger, she was content to stay right where she was with Blake and me. What she wasn’t content to do was wait on a wedding, one she had her heart set on.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” I asked Blake, who was stretched out across the bed, still nude from our morning love session.
She turned from her laptop, looking over her shoulder, and smiled.
“I’m actually excited,” she gushed, scooting her laptop over so I could see the screen.
She was searching for dresses, all white, all gorgeous, and the thought of her wearing one made my heart swell.
“I’m excited,” she grinned and then pointed to a dress on the screen.
It had long sleeves made of lace, a long train that flowed at least ten-feet behind the bride, and a delicate design of floral lace and beading work.
“Do you like that one?” she questioned.
I smiled, leaning in for a quick kiss, letting my hand travel down the bare, smooth skin of her backside.
“You’ll look beautiful in anything you wear,” I sighed.
Liana and Anna-Marie were in high-gear, searching through vendors, selecting flowers, and of course finding their own dresses to wear for the big day. The date was set; now, it was all about details. I was finding that out quickly.
“Hey there,” Liam called into the house, Holly, the puppy, and Alyssa trailing behind him.
“It’s a cold one,” I smiled, watching them all unwrap from their winter garb.
“So, you talk to Luke yet?” Liam asked, sitting at the kitchen table.
Alyssa and Holly disappeared into the back bedroom where I quickly called to Blake to get dressed. I heard giggling down the hall as they must’ve caught her before she could cover up, and then the door slam, with giggles still sounding from inside, just more muffled.
Sam and Gunner pushed at each other, playfully trying to say hello. I watched as they ran through the dog door and into the backyard, both playing a bit rougher since it was so cold.
“I haven’t,” I admitted, sitting beside my friend.
“You need to call him, at least give him a chance to make arrangements to get here,” Liam said.
I felt guilty about asking Luke to be my best man again, especially since it was Liam’s sister I was marrying, again.
“I’ll call him this evening,” I promised.
“I want you to ask him to be your best man,” Liam said as if he could read my mind.
“I feel like you might be the better fit this time around,” I admitted.
“He was there for you from the beginning and even helped push you two together. He deserves the spot by your side,” Liam insisted.
He was right. Without Luke, I may never have gotten the nerve to admit how I truly felt. I might have allowed Blake to walk away, never looking back, and then what, ended up alone? I couldn’t imagine my life without Blake, without our strange little family.
“I think I’d prefer to give Blake away,” Liam offered.
It was as if a weight fell from my shoulders. They had been so tense from trying to figure out the right thing to do.
“That would be amazing,” I grinned, quickly grabbing a couple beers from the fridge.
“So, where is the wedding?” he asked.
“The small church where your parents married,” I said softly.
“Has Blake mentioned anything about them not being there?” Liam asked.
“No. But, she has mentioned you walking her down the aisle, but was afraid to ask,” I confessed.
Liam’s eyes welled up, and he shook his head before any tears dare fall to his cheek. He was a man, a SEAL; he didn’t cry. I knew it touched him, and the fact his parents wouldn’t be ther
e was a painful topic for him, just as it was for Blake.
“Should I ask her?” Liam questioned.
“I think that would make it so much easier on her,” I agreed, clanking my beer into his for celebration.
“I’ll call Luke now,” I smiled, suddenly excited about the events.
I dialed his number and waited while it rang several times.
“What’s up?” Luke sounded elated on the other end of my phone.
“We set a date,” I announced proudly.
“Yeee-haw, that’s perfect. When’s the big day?” he howled.
“December thirty-first,” I noted calmly.
“Wow, a winter wedding. That’s gonna be beautiful!” Luke exclaimed.
“And, of course, I’d like to ask you to be my best man, again,” I chucked.
“I’d be honored, but I think you might oughta ask Liam this time,” he said quickly.
“No way, you did it once, you can do it again,” Liam yelled playfully into the phone.
“Oh, so you don’t want to do it. I’m second choice,” Luke teased.
“No. I have a much more important job to do,” Liam yelled back into the phone.
There was a pause, and then a deep breath.
“Yes you do, brother, yes, you do,” Luke sighed, obviously realizing what job that must be. “I’ll be there,” Luke promised, and then hung up once someone yelled they needed his help.
He sounded happy. I was happy for him.
“What’s the important job?” Blake asked, standing in the kitchen, leaning against the door frame.
“I-uh,” Liam stuttered and quickly moved to his feet.
He stood in front of his sister, his eyes wide and bright, and he was shaky enough for to me feel his nervousness.
“I was wondering if you’d allow me to give you away,” Liam said softly.
Blake’s eyes filled with tears as she threw her arms around her brother’s neck. She sobbed uncontrollably in his arms, and I knew it was partly due to joy, and partly due to the pain and relief.
When she finally pulled back, Liam peeled her from him and stared into her eyes sternly.
“You get all this nonsense outta your system now. I’m not gonna walk down the aisle with you wiping your snot on my sleeve,” he teased.
Alyssa and Blake both giggled, and Holly rushed to hug her dad tightly.
“I plan on looking good. I don’t need any of you ladies wallowing on me,” Liam teased with a wide grin.
That was it. The wedding date was set, and now it was just details. Lots, and lots of details.
Epilogue
Blake
It was a beautiful sunny December day in Del Rio, Texas. The street outside the small church in town was lined with cars, and everyone in town was honking their horns as I snuck into the church surrounded by my wedding party.
Holly was the flower girl, dressed in a violet dress with white ruffles. She continued to balk at wearing it, and I continued to promise she could take it off right after the ceremony, putting on her favorite dress and comfortable shoes.
I peeked into the dressing room for the men, noticing Aiden catching a quick glimpse of me in the standing mirror where he stood to straighten his tie. He was handsome, so handsome he made my heart swell just to look at him.
“You’re not supposed to let the groom see his bride on the wedding day. It’s bad luck,” Anna-Marie scorned.
Liana pushed her mother in a wheelchair, one decorated with wedding bells on the back at her insistence. Alyssa and I laughed, both finding her comment ironic. Aiden and I had been married already, legally, and this was just a formality for the family to enjoy and share in the special occasion. We’d lived as husband and wife, sharing a bed, our hearts, and everything precious to us for a while, but we still abided by Anna-Marie’s traditions and slept apart last night.
“I’m starving,” I growled just as my stomach did as Alyssa unzipped the garment bag holding my dress.
“The last fitting, it was a little tight, so let’s get it on first, and then we’ll consider feeding you,” Alyssa teased.
“Consider?” I whined, just as my stomach growled again.
Liana handed me a bottle of water. It wasn’t exactly the cheeseburger I was craving, but it helped as I took a few small sips.
I undressed, no modesty at all, and let Alyssa and Holly help me into the large dress.
As Alyssa worked on fastening the lace, I stared in the mirror at my image. I’d made the right selection. It was a ballroom dress with a low cut front, and gorgeous beadwork all over. It was hot, so I was happy I’d selected the sleeveless gown instead of the one with long, lace sleeves I’d originally loved. It was perfect.
“Suck in,” Alyssa insisted, pulling tightly on the lace ribbons.
“I am,” I assured her.
“Fat and happy,” Alyssa teased under her breath.
I laughed, knowing she was only playing. “Does this mean I don’t get a cheeseburger?” I asked.
Anna-Marie rolled her eyes as she shook her head in amusement, and Liana quickly pulled a mint from her purse, handing it to me.
“Thanks,” I said as graciously as I could.
The priest was reluctant to allow Gunner inside the church, that is, until he saw him in his lavender doggie tux, custom made just for him. He had the ring box tied to his collar with a satin bow, and the priest couldn’t stand to keep him from his part in the ceremony.
Music started, and my knees weakened. I was already married, so I didn’t understand why I was so queasy.
Alyssa took Luke’s arm, and they walked down the aisle to the slow music, while Holly and Gunner waited for their queue. Liam appeared by my side, a wide grin on his face and his arm extended for me to hold.
Holly led Gunner down the aisle, where the packed little church all gasped, awed, and ooed as they made their way to the podium. Gunner took his place near Aiden, who I could now see. My eyes welled up with tears when the bridal march played, and Liam turned to me, giving me a warning, yet playful look.
“What did I say about crying on my tux?” he said softly.
I smiled, pulling myself together, and took the steps towards my husband, the man I would marry again, this time for real, and in front of all these people as witnesses.
“Who gives this woman in marriage?” the priest asked as we made it to Aiden.
“I do,” Liam smiled, and then led my hand into Aiden’s.
It was the thing I feared most, the moment when I’d realize without a doubt that my dad wasn’t there, that neither of my parents were there. But, somehow, I got through it; with Liam by my side and Aiden taking my hand, I didn’t fall apart.
The ceremony was quick, and kind of a blur. When it was over, we were pronounced husband and wife, and Aiden kissed me so hard, so passionately, he nearly tipped me over.
Gunner barked, nipping at our heels as we walked out of the church into the waiting truck. Liam drove us to his house, where a large reception was already set up, complete with a live band, catered meal, and every round table and violet tablecloth that could be found within fifty miles of the small town.
I was exhausted, but I knew it was due to hunger. As soon as we were introduced, the photographer whisked us away for some formal shots. I felt as though I would fall over, light-headed, hot, and hungry.
“Get her some food,” Anna-Marie demanded of one of the guests, a cousin, one I’d never met before.
He rushed over to the buffet, swiping a few morsels of food and brought them back to me. I shoved the meatballs in my mouth, even though they were too hot, and then the three cubes of cheese he handed me. I was still picking at the remnants of my plate when Anna-Marie pulled another guest, most likely another cousin, aside. I watched as she whispered in her ear, and wondered what she was saying. She turned back to me, smiling wildly, and then just nodded. What was she up to?
Finally, the pictures were over, and I was allowed to sit down. Alyssa made my plate, filling with ev
erything just as I suggested, and then teased me about splitting my dress on the dance if I wasn’t careful. She sat beside me, watching me with a strange look.
“Are you feeling okay?” she asked.
I wasn’t. I felt sick.
“I’m just hungry,” I sighed, nearly passing out as I took another bite of a meatball.
“I don’t think so. You look pale,” she insisted, standing and tugging at my arm.
“Where are we going?” I protested, not feeling strong enough to stand, let alone walk.
“The bathroom. I want to get you freshened up before all the events start,” she ordered.
She was my maid of honor for a reason, so I listened. It took every ounce of energy I had to make it across their large yard and into the house. As soon as we made it to the bathroom, I bent over, vomiting into the toilet as Alyssa grabbed my hair and guarded my dress with a towel from any splashing.
“I knew you weren’t feeling well,” Alyssa said sternly.
“I’ve just been pushing myself too hard, and this dress is tight, and I was starving,” I gave as excuses.
Anna-Marie rolled into the bathroom, blocking the doorway, still wearing that strange smile as she stared at me. I sat on the toilet after flushing and closing the lid, and let Alyssa freshen up my face. She handed me a mint, and then another. I felt foolish.
“Is everything okay?” Anna-Marie asked.
“I feel a lot better now,” I admitted.
It was true. I felt a ton better, except for the tight dress.
“I hate to take this off, but can it be loosened?” I asked Alyssa, motioning to the back of my dress.
“Of course,” she agreed, working quickly to give me more space.
“It’s not any of those things,” Anna-Marie declared calmly.
