I un-tuck his button down shirt from his trousers and slide my hands under the band of his pants and briefs in unison, working them over his butt and erection, letting them fall on his thighs. He continues to lick and suck, twirl and taste, fueling my hunger for him more.
I wrap one leg around his, pulling him closer. Placing the palm of my hands over the backs of his, I guide them down my body, instructing him on where to go. When I touch his hands on the bare part of my knees I run them underneath the skirt until he's just outside my panties. "Touch me."
He rubs his fingers over the outside of my panties, feeling the shape of my most private parts. "Tell me who this belongs to." Oh, damn. He has that tone; that sexy deepening of his voice he does when he transforms into this alpha male role.
"You."
He places his hand down the front of my panties, rubbing me from top to bottom, not stopping on any one place. "How long does it belong to me?"
"Forever."
He presses his finger harder against me and runs it up and into my folds. "You want it?"
"Yes. Please. We're running out of time."
He hooks his free hand around my leg and wraps it around his waist. Letting go, I keep it there. He pulls my panties to the side with one hand and rubs the head of his dick in circles over my opening, lubricating it to enter. He has to squat a little to get it in being in this position. "You're wet for me baby."
"I'm always wet for you."
He pushes inside me, standing straighter as he buries himself inside me. He grabs my thighs and picks me up, holding me against the front door. I lock both legs around his waist and link my hands behind his neck. "And I'm always hard for you."
He balances most of my weight on one arm and starts rubbing my clit with the other hand as he thrusts in and out. He doesn't waste his time teasing. He's doing this to make me come. He rubs the pad of his thumb up and down over my clit in a fast motion, never letting up. It's starting to get sensitive, building for an orgasm.
I lay my head back against the door. I’m unable to move from the sensation of him thrusting in and out at the same time he's rubbing my clit. He licks up the length of my neck, stopping just outside my ear. "Come for me, baby."
"Don't stop. I'm almost there."
He continues, rubbing faster. I grab his hair in my fist, pulling it as he brings me to the climb, about to free-fall. As my orgasm starts I crush my lips to his, wanting to taste him while I come. My world slows down, enjoying the feel of him sliding back and forth inside me while I ride out my orgasm. I begin to contract around his dick, squeezing him. He moans against my lips and his thrusts start to slow, eventually coming to a complete stop.
He releases my lips and lays his forehead against the door beside my head, both of us breathing heavily. "I'll never get tired of this."
"Me either," I say, running my fingers through the back of his hair. "No matter how many times or how many different ways, it never gets old. To this day you still throw my heart off beat just like the first day I saw you. I just want you to know."
He looks at me, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip. "You're so good to me. I'm glad there is no more darkness. I love the light. We made it to the light, baby. We got our happy ending."
Hearing him talk in that low tone makes my stomach flip. I will do anything to make him happy. We're close to two years in and he still has me twitterpaeted. This summer will mark two years exactly since I met him and it's been the best two years of my life, even counting the bad parts, because the good parts are so amazing that it makes up for the not so good.
I smile against his thumb. "And looking back, it was worth the bumpy ride to get here. Take me to our reception, baby. I want to dance with you at our wedding."
***
We walk to the pathway that leads to the gazebo when I hear it. "Everybody rise and welcome Mr. and Mrs. Breyson Abercrombie." The guests are all piled under the gazebo as we walk in. Breyson and I walk in hand-in-hand as everyone claps. It's so surreal. Everything.
The DJ starts playing a slow song and Breyson walks us into the middle of the dance floor. He places one hand on the small of my back and the other hand in mine. He pulls me into him as the words start playing in the song. It's, These are the days by Van Morrison.
"May I have this dance?"
"I'll always dance with you."
He lays his cheek against mine and starts to sway to the music, allowing me to get lost in his world.... again. The mix of the sweet harmony in the song while dancing with the love of my life takes me into my happy place. When I'm in his arms I drift off into this world where it's just the two of us. Time does not exist in this world. It's just him and I, infinitely.
He twirls me around and pulls me back to him. "I like this song," he says. "This is how I feel when I'm with you."
"Me to. Promise me this will never change. I know we’ve talked about this, but maybe it’s the wedding making me extra emotional. I want this to work. I want us to be permanent. We're young, so we're going to have to try harder than most. Promise we will never get too busy for each other. When we have careers or hectic schedules, even kids running wild, promise me that before we go to bed you'll always dance with me in our living room, because these are the things I can't live without. I don't need anything else, but I do need you to love me. The little things are the only things I will ever need."
He kisses me on the cheek as he dances with me in his arms. "I promise on my life."
As the song ends my dad walks up to us. "May I step in?"
Breyson looks at him and gives him my hand. "Yes, Sir."
Another song comes on, The way you look tonight by Frank Sinatra. Dad holds my hand in his beginning our father, daughter dance. "It's been a while, Dad."
"Too long." It's different dancing with Dad. It brings back a lot of memories growing up of when I use to stand on his feet before bed and let him lead me around the living room to the classics like this. It was our time, and because of it I still have a love for old love songs.
"Are you happy? Is this for sure what you want?" I lay my head against his chest as we lightly sway to the music, not making any attempt to go anywhere.
"I've never been happier and I've never been more sure of anything in my life. I kind of get it now."
"What's that, sweetheart?"
"The relationship that you and Mom have. I never got it before, but now I do. It seems like staying married is the minority in current day and time. It's kind of scary. What did you guys do to make it so long?"
"Oh, I don't know. I guess we realized that marriage would always take work. If you're not willing to work at it then there is no reason to start it at all. You'll be fine, baby girl. Always remember he comes before yourself and you'll be fine."
No one has a greater dad than me. I may be a little partial to him, because he's mine, but he's worthy of an award in my book. I would be devastated if anything ever happened to either of my parents, but I've always been a daddy's girl.
As the song wraps up I can hear the echo of the microphone. "Baby girl, I've been working on a surprise for you. Congratulations to you and Breyson, my new brother in law. Breyson, you better take care of her."
“I’ll meet you in the tent, baby girl. They are serving the food. I’m sure the guests are hungry. Take your time.” He kisses my temple then turns and walks to exit the gazebo where the tent covered in white lights sit adjacent.
I’m barely paying attention because of that voice. I instantly smile and look to the end of the gazebo all lit up in lights. My eyes go wide at what is standing there. How the- When?
My hands go over my mouth. He got him here. I never even asked, but Konnor got Riggan here. Maddox and the whole band are set up to play at the end of the room. Konnor and Riggan are both standing side by side, each with a guitar in hand behind a microphone.
I look at each of them, but Maddox must be the only one that understands my confusion. He just smiles from behind the drums and winks at me. I want to cry. R
iggan actually looks okay. The last time I saw him he was being driven away in an ambulance and taken to a hospital before he was then transferred to a drug rehab facility. I have so many questions. I tried to see him, but he refused to see anyone, or so I thought.
Konnor looks at Riggan and he nods. They both start strumming the guitar simultaneously. It's not a song I recognize, but I'm drawn to the two of them. A tear rolls down my face and Breyson's arm wraps around me as they start to sing. Oh my word, he wrote a song for me. The chorus is what gets me.
“Once broken but then was found
The one meant for you was able to turn you around
The path you're on is headed dream bound
You let love in and I'm so damn proud
Wear your happiness like a crown”
They sound amazing together. My heart is beating hard throughout the entire song. I have no idea how this happened, but I'm glad it did. The beat is a light rock melody and they look like the stage is exactly where they're supposed to be.
I notice Presley out the corner of my eye. She's been staring daggers at Konnor all night, but right now even she's lost watching them. That's how good they are. I'm really shocked. I knew Riggan could sing from that night at Abby's spot, and I knew Konnor had been dabbling some in writing and learning how to play, but I never would have imagined this.
They finish the song and place their guitars in the stand. I never think. All I can do is run to both of them. I jump in Riggan's arms first, wrapping my arms around his neck. "I'm glad you're okay. Please don't ever do that to me again. You're a friend to me. I need you in my life."
His breathing is even. He doesn't say anything. Maybe it's too soon to bring up what happened. I don't want him to snap. He stands here, hugging me back. "I'm sorry. It just got to be too much. First her, but then you got hurt and it was completely my fault. I couldn't handle both of you."
He brings his voice down to a whisper. "You look so much like her it hurts. I don't know how to fix the hole in my chest, but I'm trying. Your brother came to see me in rehab a few times and started playing with me. The music helps me, but I feel guilty. I feel like I am doing wrong by playing again."
I never look at him. I remain with my lips just outside his ear. "You want to know what I think? Just don't hate me, okay?"
I can feel the muscles in his jaw moving back and forth before halting. "Okay."
"I read that poem on your bathroom wall that she wrote. She loved you, Riggan. She saw something special in you when you played. I could feel the emotions rolling off the page as I read them. If music is something you love, then continue. Abby knew how good you were and she still fell in love with you. Don't make her death be in vain by giving up a talent that she believed in. She would want you to play."
"She would have liked you. It may take me a little while to come around, but I'm getting there. Your brother has kind of become like my sponsor. We keep in touch. I start back at the tattoo shop tomorrow, so you'll know where to find me. Go back to your wedding, Kinzleigh. We can talk about sad stuff later. Tonight is a night for happy."
He sets me down on my feet. I know he's right. There is a tent full of guests to mingle and entertain, but I'm going to keep my eyes on him.
I move to Konnor and throw my arms around his neck. "Thank you for my surprise. I loved it. Why have you been hiding that from me?"
"I was just playing around. It was the best wedding gift I could come up with. Everything else was lame."
"Stop being modest. That was awesome. Now, I'll expect a song at every birthday and Christmas."
"I wouldn't get your hopes up, baby girl."
Most of the older guests have already sat down in the tent with a plate of food. I let him go and hip-hop music starts playing over the speakers.
Karsyn grabs the microphone and places it next to her lips. "Kinzleigh, enough of the mushy stuff. I'm starting to get the creeps. You know I have a limit and it was reached when you locked lips with your hot husband at the altar. Now it's time for fun, so get your butt on the dance floor." She points. "Now."
I laugh as the vulgar lyrics start playing and back up toward the middle. She downs the contents of the clear punch cup in her hand and sets it down along with the microphone. Someone's been sneaking around the champagne fountain. "Only if you come with," I say.
She starts moving her head to the rhythm of the music as she walks toward me. Next come the hand motions. I'm never going to get out of this. She continues to stalk toward me with a huge grin on her face. She reaches where I'm standing and when a certain beat catches she starts pumping her arms and hips at me in a squat.
I shake my head at her trying not to laugh. "I can't dance!"
She puts her hand at her ear pretending she can't hear me. She turns around and starts shaking her butt toward me, rolling her hips with the music.
I look around the room. Everyone is in the tent socializing and eating except for the wedding party around me, now dancing. Adalynn is grinding on Braxton, Londyn on Briar, and even Macie on Ryland. I notice Presley dancing with Fisher. Hmmm. That’s weird. Instead of glancing at everyone else, screw it.
Karsyn turns around and notices me trying to dance. If it's not a cheerleading routine or slow dancing, there are only two words that describe my dancing skills. They suck. She should remember from the Halloween party. A continuous rotation of rap songs is playing, but this one is slower. I try moving my arms first. Karsyn places her hands on my hips, guiding me in the way I'm supposed to be rolling. A few tries and I'm starting to get the hang of it.
Konnor walks up behind Karsyn and grabs her hips, starting to grind his front on her backside. This seems so backwards. A pair of hands snakes around my waist from behind, and a set of lips beside my ear. "Follow me, baby."
Breyson aligns his body with mine. He runs his fingertips up my side. I raise my arms, allowing him to trace up my body. I bend my arms behind his head, touching him. He places one hand on my hip and the other flat on my belly. What he does next I am totally not ready for.
He begins rolling his hips behind me, thrusting into me, but making my body match the rhythm of his. I had no idea he could dance like this. This is like sex without actually having sex and it is extremely hot. I watch Karsyn basically having dry sex with Konnor bent over in front of him, rolling her ass in his crotch to the music.
Karsyn looks at me, and winks. Why I have no idea. Breyson pulls away and the song changes to, I'm in love with a stripper by T-pain.
A chair touches the back of my knees and Breyson pushes me into a sitting position. "Hell yeah, brother. Give it to her!"
I look over at Braxton, confused, until I see Breyson round the chair. I am not sure what he's doing until he starts slowly removing his tuxedo jacket, tossing it to the side. "Break her in, Brey. Whoop, Whoop!" My mouth drops at Karsyn instigating this.
He's still rolling and thrusting his hips to the song, now slowly unbuttoning his vest, and closing in on me. Oh my hell. I can feel my face flushing ten shades of red. He slides his vest off and tosses it in my lap with a smile on his face. He knows exactly what this is doing to me.
I'm clutching onto the sides of the chair. He's now halfway done loosening the knot on his tie. He pulls it over his head and places it over mine. The tuxedo rental store is not getting this tie back. I’ll buy it. It now has sentimental value. Damn, he's so sexy.
He pulls the shirt from his pants, freeing it. He starts unbuttoning the buttons one at a time, from the bottom up, until it's completely open. Each time he rolls his hips his abs tighten forming ridges up his stomach.
He places his hands on the back of the chair for leverage and leans forward, barely leaving any space between us. He grinds his body in a roll, starting from his chest and ends brushing his crotch against me. His hard crotch might I add. I am so turned on right now. I cannot believe my husband is giving me a lap dance in front of all our friends.
"Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life."
No
thing is ever dull with an Abercrombie boy. If this is the kind of things I have to look forward to, bring it. I'm ready.
I grab his hips, stilling him. I lean forward, stick out the tip of my tongue, and swipe it up the center of his stomach. When I look at him he is staring at me, his eyes heating and darkening. He's ready to fuck. The shy girl is gone. I can play too. Game on.
I smirk and wink like Karsyn always does. "Bring it on, Abercrombie. Bring. It. On."
Chapter 27
Breyson
"When are you going to tell me where we're going?"
I look over at her in the passenger seat of her Range Rover. She is rubbing her hands raw in her lap, clearly nervous. I take her hand in mine and pull it to my lips, kiss the back of her hand, and lay the two connected on the center console.
"When we get there."
She narrows her eyes at me and puckers her lips as if she could possibly be mad. I haven't been working on his surprise for months to ruin it now. Throughout the years strange connections have happened between Kinzleigh and I, things I can't explain. For whatever reasons we're always so in tune with each other that we experience almost paranormal type thoughts, like my dreams when I was away and hers. They could just be the brain's way of coping or they could be the work of God, who knows, but I've decided to embrace it and just go with the idea that it's because we were carved out for each other.
I spent weeks searching images on the web for a beach that looks like the dream she described. The one I found may not be exact, but it's pretty damn close, and it has private sections available. For the next week I have her all to myself.
All in all I would say today has been a success. The reception was fun. I really liked seeing Kinzleigh let loose and have fun. As much as I hate to say it, because she takes some of my time away from Kinzleigh, Karsyn has been good for her. She seems to relax her and open her up, helping her not to be so uptight. I always thought Presley and Adalynn helped her, but even they didn't have the effect Karsyn has.
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