It is also during this trip that I learn I am going to have to invite one more person to the wedding because Lola admits to having a boyfriend and being terrified to tell her father. Hell, I would be terrified to tell him and I’m marrying the guy. While both Cora and I commiserate with her, we finally convince her that if she wants him there, she is going to have to bite the bullet and tell Ander. Neither Cora nor I are going to do the dirty work for her. This is the first time I see Lola pull a teenage girl fit. It is so unexpected, I can’t stop laughing. Eventually, even Lola is giggling.
After some amazing bonding, we leave the shop with three beautiful dresses. The resort we are staying at is doing everything from the set up and take down, pastor, flowers, food, et cetera. All we have to do is show up. Wedding, check! On to graduation.
With her amazing upbeat attitude and her father’s good looks, Lola is a rather popular girl at her school. We need a large space for the party and are considering closing down the shop for an evening and holding the event there after we return from the wedding, which will be over her spring break. This will give us time to adjust to being married and a family for a few months before sending her off to college. Remarkably, she has chosen a college that is close, not wanting to miss any time with her father and, I suspect, her new brother or sister.
After all this bonding and discussing, we stop for a coffee, and Lola disappears to make a call. Cora and I assume she is calling her boyfriend, and we giggle at the memories of that kind of love. It isn’t until I get home later that I realize she took our advice and called her father to tell him about her boyfriend.
When I walk in the door, my dress hidden in a white bag, placing it in my closet, I turn around and notice a stoic and naked Ander standing by the bed, holding a myriad of new toys. His face is furious.
“You didn’t feel the need to tell me my daughter had a boyfriend, and that you told her it was okay that he came to our wedding, where she would be with him unattended at night?” His voice, though low, echoes through the room. I think he is actually mad. This is an Ander with whom I am unfamiliar. In stunned silence, I look at him from across the room.
“I…I just learned today. I told her, as an adult, she needed to tell you herself. So you can go take your anger out on someone else.”
His face turns even redder. I don’t think he is expecting me to stand my ground. He turns with the supplies in his hand and drops them on the bed. It is then that I notice he has a black ring around the base of his penis.
“Babe, can I ask, at risk of more punishment, what you’ve done to your dick that it now has a black ring around it? It’s not looking too happy. It looks as red as your face.”
“Leire, it’s called a ‘cock ring’, and I have it on because your punishment is going to last a while and I don’t want to lose it too soon. It will keep me from coming while I torture you to my heart’s content.” Then he smirks. I am so in for it. My body shivers. Apparently, it craves his punishment. “Don’t worry. Nothing I have planned will harm the bug, okay?” His voice gentles for a moment and I know things are okay.
ANDER
My fucking daughter has a boyfriend who is coming to my wedding and probably staying with her? I am furious. Leire should have discussed this with me first. This is my daughter. I am the one who needs to make the decisions regarding her, not Leire. I am furious, and the only way I can think of to work off this fury is through sex. So, while she is on her way home, I get ready.
By the time she walks in the door and hangs up her dress, I am ready. I toss my supplies on the bed and stalk over to her trembling body. I rip the sundress she is wearing down the middle, then stand back to admire her in just her underwear and small wedge heels. She has a tiny bump where you can tell the bug is growing. Just seeing that eases my anger a little. I reach out and gently caress her belly, and her hand covers mine while we silently hold our child together. In just about two more weeks, this woman will be my wife. Calmness envelops me, but I still have the need to dish out my punishment. I reach around her plumper breasts and unclasp her bra. She shutters. “More sensitive?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“Yes,” she whispers.
I reach out and palm each of them, running my fingers over her nipples and causing them to immediately harden. Gently grabbing her by the waistband of her underwear, I lead her to the bed and the pile of toys. I am counting on her extra sensitivity for one item in particular, which I pick up first.
“I bought this for you. The color of the stones reminded me of your eyes,” I tell her. “These are nipple clamps. They can be adjusted for pain or for pleasure, applying a lot of pressure or very little. I am going to put them on your wonderfully erect nipples and you are going to tell me when they feel good, okay? You do not have to have them tight at all, just on. Just so I can see your eyes on your boobs. What’s that saying you women have? ‘My eyes are up here’? Well, yours are down here now. We’ve used something similar before, but I just used it in the moment. This time, I need your understanding.”
I reach up and clamp both clamps to her breasts and begin to twist the bar. With how sensitive she is, I’m not expecting to get very far, but I actually get them on her pretty tight before she is moaning and giving in. God, this is a beautiful sight. Her amazing breasts, chained together with a simple chain and gems that match her eyes… My heart turns over. I truly love this woman. I can’t wait until she is legally mine. I tug the chain and she moans louder. I reach for another item on the bed and place it around her head and in her mouth. It is just a simple silk scarf, but the intent is clear. Be quiet.
“Can’t have you alerting our daughter that you are in trouble now, can I?”
She shakes her head as I test the looseness of the scarf. If she needs to, she can wiggle it off herself. I then push her body forward on the bed so just her head and belly are touching it, a position we are using a lot now that she’s pregnant. I have no need to prop her up as she still has her heals on. I reach down and rip her panties so they fall to the floor beneath us. “I can smell you from here,” I whisper in her ear, nipping the lobe, and then nibbling down her jaw to her shoulder. Despite the scarf around her mouth, her moan is loud.
I run my hands down her sides, gently cupping her belly. When I kneel down, I lean forward and spread her legs as far as I can. I caress from her exquisite nipples, giving the clamps a firm tug, down her amazing sides and belly, to her toned thighs and calves, finishing with a kiss to the arch of each of her feet.
I then trail back up her body and when I reach that spot, the one she is trying to get my head into, I give in. Grasping her thighs, I dive my tongue into her ass. Judging by the smothered squeal I hear from her, it isn’t quite what she is expecting. I rim her beautiful pucker until she is used to me and it is wet enough for me to easily insert one finger. She grunts, not quite expecting the intrusion. I keep rimming and fingering her until her legs are shaking, her juices rolling down them. I pull my finger out and lick my way up her thighs, keeping all her juice to myself. I give her clit a quick but thorough sucking until she is practically crying for me. I stop and stand to get my next tool.
My cock wants her so bad, it hurts, but this is about her not telling me or trusting me. I get why she wanted my daughter to tell me, but a little heads-up would have been nice. Hell, I just gave her a huge heads-up for what is coming next. In my head, I am maniacally laughing. On the outside, I am aching and yearning to be inside the body that my cock craves like none other. I reach for the small, red jeweled butt plug I had just purchased this afternoon, and ram it into her cunt, covering it with her juices. Her moaning grows louder. I pull it out and go back to rimming her ass. Now, she has some idea and her muscles are more clenched than before. I stick two fingers into her wet cunt and gather the juices. Coating them well, I use them and my mouth to lube the plug enough to gently ease it into its correct spot.
“Baby, you have to unclench for this. I promise it will feel good. I will never cause you pain, un
less you want it. Unclench for me,” I tell her. She does and the plug pops in past her little ring of muscles. All I can see is the beautiful red jewel in between her perfect ass. Then I go for her cunt with my mouth. With a fervor, I eat her until she nearly passes out from coming and my face is beginning to hurt. That was amazing. I will taste her for a while after that.
“No more,” she mumbles through the scarf. “No more.” As I had not tied her down this time, knowing she would not lie down for fear of the baby, I scoop her up and place her on her side on the bed. Moving her top leg up and over the top of mine, opening her up for me, I quickly enter her from the side and begin to slowly grind into her. She has tears running down her cheeks from the intensity. This isn’t fucking or punishment anymore. This is slow, gentle love. I slowly rock her to another orgasm, my cock wanting it. I ride her harder the second time and she cries out my name, muffled through the scarf. I yank the chain on her nipples, causing her orgasm to hit harder and longer this time. As she is riding out her orgasm, I reach down to unsnap the cock ring and join her. When I slam into her, the feel of her walls clenching my cock causes me to come. I think both of us come so hard, we actually pass out for a moment.
She rolls over and looks at me. “I love you, Ander. I cannot wait to be your wife and the mother to your child.”
My heart swells. Whereas Brittany had always seen Lola as an accident, Leire is thrilled to not only be mine, but to be a parent with me. I am a goner for this woman. I reach my arms around her to grab my shirt, slip it on her, and let her drift off to sleep, while I go to continue the planning.
LEIRE
As I drift off to sleep, I can’t help but think that if what I just went through was a punishment, I need to get into trouble more often. With a satisfied smile on my face, I fall asleep and don’t wake again until morning. This whole pregnant business is tiring! Ander updates me on the wedding, seeing as nothing was communicated after I got home yesterday. It seems we have it, as well as the graduation party, all wrapped up. He even seems to be over Lola’s boyfriend issue.
As the final two weeks wear on, we continue life as normal. Lola is preparing for spring break, and we’re all getting ready for both the wedding and the baby. We place my little apartment on the market and it sells within days. Apparently, I was living low in a new high rent area and it sells for a great price. Who knew? So we are all living at Ander’s, which is working fine for us and Lola, but with a baby on the way, we are going to need more room. It needs to be reasonably close to both the shop and the college, although my working after having the baby is becoming something of a sore spot. All the sex in the world isn’t going to change my mind on this one. Believe me, he’s tried. So, for now, we are looking at a simple four-bedroom that needs a little work but, in time and with a little love and affection, it will work perfectly.
Before we leave for the wedding and honeymoon, Ander puts in a bid on it, it is accepted, and we are suddenly homeowners. I know we are getting married and having a baby, but those are not real yet. This house is real. It is ours. We own it. I feel both giddy and scared at the same time when I think about it. I am thrilled to be moving forward with Ander, but now we have to decide what furniture stays and what goes. Lola is easy, since we bought her everything. Now she just sits and watches as Ander and I go over whose couch is better, and why I had to have all these books.
Eventually, Ander just picks me up and puts me in bed, where he proceeds to fuck me into submission. We end up agreeing on mostly his furniture, which is fine because I am willing to admit that, for a guy, he did invest in better stuff than I had. He does let me keep my books and add my touches to the house so it looks like a family is living in it. Lola and I have a blast shopping for splashes of color to add here and there. We don’t really have time before leaving for the wedding to move everything in, so we hire a crew. They are to have it all in the new house by the time we return.
As the day approaches, Ander begins to get more and more anxious, but not about the wedding. What he can’t understand is why I want to travel anywhere to get married when I am considered a high risk pregnancy. This results in many arguments and, thus, many more make-up sessions. While I explain to him that I have let fear rule my life for so long and I want to start our new life together in hope, he says he understands, but I can still see the fear in his eyes. In the week leading up to our departure date, Ander has me tested. They take blood, check heart rates, and do their best to convince my crazy man that women are made to carry babies and that, even though this one was a surprise, it is healthy and we will be fine to travel.
Despite their words of encouragement, I can feel the growing tension radiating off of Ander the closer we get to our date. He is constantly on the phone with his mother, trying to get her to convince me to stay. Thankfully, she’s on my side and wants me to experience life.
When the day comes and we all board the plane, I don’t think I have ever seen a more torn man in my life. He is excited to be getting married, but also unhappy about the location. Once on the plane, I do my best to distract him, despite his mom standing guard by the restrooms and his friends watching our every move so they can tease him. By the time we land, Ander has a smile a mile wide. We are finally here to have a wedding most thought would never happen.
On the quick drive to the hotel, Ander leans over and whispers words of love and commitment that I need to hear after these last few weeks of arguing. His words make my thighs clench and my toes curl. I want him then and there, but when we get to the hotel, he ushers me to a different room, saying we will have to wait for the wedding night. Jackass. I want to kick him in the shin. He can see the emotions in my eyes and laughs, quickly landing a kiss on my lips and running for the other side of the hotel. Now I am pregnant, turned on, and unhappy. I need something to change my mood fast.
Ruffling through my bag, I find the skimpiest swimsuit I brought with me. I love my little pregnant belly and know Ander does, too. Putting it on, then having Cora slather me with sunscreen, the girls and I head to the beach. On the way, we pass the boys, and Ander could not have looked more shocked and turned on. That was what I was going for. However, it is the angry look on Wyatt’s face that I don’t get, but the anger isn’t aimed at me. It is at Lola, who is completely oblivious to it. I glare at him, giving him a questioning look. He sends sent me a firm “stay out of it” look, so we continue to the beach, where we lounge for hours.
The night before the wedding, the girls and I sit at a local bar, talking and eating snacks. Lola admits that her boyfriend is not permanent and her heart is somewhere else, but no matter what Cora or I do, we can’t get that information out of her. Both Ander and my mom tell stories and tear up about when we were young. We eat and drink until we are stuffed and return back to our rooms, where I promptly pass out. Ander and Wyatt aren’t back yet. They are probably drunk somewhere. Thankfully, it is an extremely small island.
At around 3 am, I hear the door to the room next to me open and shut, followed by snoring. Wyatt and he must have had some night. Ander only snores when he is drunk.
ANDER
The days leading up to the wedding were all a blur. I convinced Leire to move in with me, which should have been easy, considering we are starting a family, but as I am quickly learning, nothing is easy with her. I also ran her to the doctor more times than most pregnant woman went during their entire pregnancy, but I was taking no chances. Why couldn’t we just have the wedding at home? Why did the doctor agree to this, even though she was high risk? I only agreed to traveling thinking the doctor would say no and I wouldn’t be the bad guy, but everyone agreed that with how often I had been taking her in to see him and how he had seen everything progressing well, a short trip wouldn’t harm anything.
So here we are in this lovely place, my fiancée lounging around in the tiniest scrap of fabric ever. I am sure she is doing this just to get to me. Unable to do much about it, I turn and tell the boys we are starting our night early. With cheers and lau
ghs, we head to Somewhere (yes, the bar was actually named Somewhere) to begin our night. Because the only woman I ever intend to see naked again is Leire, and because Lola’s boyfriend is not twenty-one yet and even if he was, I would not watch strippers with him, let alone my dad, there are no strippers on tap for the night. It is just going to be us, one drinking root beer rather than beer, reminiscing about our lives. I am a little interested in hearing about Zander’s life since he seems so into my daughter, but I’m not sure she feels the same. I also take the time to get to know Leire’s dad a little better. I can see he is hurting from her lack of communication but genuinely wants her to be happy so he stood back for her and let her live.
After a while, I look over to see that Wyatt has grown quiet and sad. My dad stands and tells me he will go back to check on mom and the girls. After he leaves, taking Zander with him, and I order another round of their amazing and lethal mojitos, I turn to Wyatt and ask him what’s bothering him. He sits quietly, turning the drink around and around in his hands.
“Wy, you know there is nothing you could ever say that would make me upset or not care for you,” I tell him.
He looks at me with a sad look on his face. “Ander… For the longest time, I thought I loved you.”
“Wyatt, that’s nothing sad. You know I love you, too, bud. You are my family. My brother.”
“No, Ander, you aren’t getting it. I thought I loved you in a romantic way. I was so angry at Leire for coming along and taking your attention. I was happy while you were dealing with Brittany. I am so sorry. I thought as long as you had her to deal with, you would see only the bad in females and eventually turn to me for comfort. Sometimes I even made sure to lead her into believing she should show up just so you would get mad and, hopefully, turn to me. I am so messed up. I am a terrible friend.” He paused, staring at his drink. I’m shocked. I have no problem that Wyatt liked me. Hell, I am a good-looking dude. I smirk to myself and look at my friend, tears silently streaming down his face.
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