by Jerry Cole
“Do you have anything to say about this Mr. Westcott?”
Cecil and I backed up as a crew of people with cameras and microphones surrounded my father. I was confused until I looked back at Stacy who was nodding like she knew. I guess she had disappeared that day for a reason after all. She really knew how to weaponize the media. My dad wasn’t used to her using it against him.
“I can’t believe you guessed all that just from seeing those two rooms,” Cecil said as we walked away from the PR disaster my dad was going through.
“It wasn’t just that,” I admitted. “You were right about the view being strange. Why have a room full of windows pointed at a graveyard? And their dining room table; it’s so large for two people. And the fact that they kept coming here. The only reason I could think of was that they had to have friends here. It’s why I’m staying after all. When I saw the identical room in your house it all just clicked.”
“How’d you know they gifted my family the land though?” Cecil asked.
“Don’t be mad, but I didn’t know. That was the real guess.”
“I don’t think it was a guess.”
“Oh?” I raised an eyebrow.
“Despite his parents loving this place, your father never came to the house. You’d never even seen the place before he sent you here. If I knew that, I wouldn’t give your father the land either.”
“You’re probably right.” I glanced up at the sky. “I wish I got to know them. They died before I was born. I bet they were cool.”
“They were the family you deserved,” Cecil agreed. “But in a way, they were looking over you even now.”
“I’d like to think that,” I said quietly. “Let’s go home Cecil and not leave our bed for the next thirty years. I’m exhausted.”
“So am I.” Cecil thread his fingers through mine. “Home it is.”
Epilogue
“Do you think anyone else has ever been married in a graveyard before?” I asked my new husband.
Cecil twirled behind me as I led him into our room that night.
“Not as well as us,” he promised.
“That’s what I like to hear.” I led him to our bed and fell back on it. He landed next to me and we giggled as we faced each other. I reached out to pluck a flower petal out of his hair.
“Beth went all out on the flowers,” I said as I tucked the petal into his suit’s front pocket.
“When she and Stacy asked to plan the whole thing, I didn’t think it was going to be subtle.” Cecil let his hand lazily trace down my arm.
“She really invited everyone in town,” I said but I didn’t really doubt her doing something like that and pulling it off.
“It was nice that your mom came,” Cecil said quietly.
“It was nice,” I agreed. My father refused to speak to me after he had to step down as CEO to avoid scandal. But my mother apparently never agreed with his methods but couldn’t stand up to him either. Our relationship was healing; unexpected but nice. She didn’t expect me to ever make up with my father either, so things were good as far as I was concerned. The twins didn’t come of course but that morning a very fancy stand mixer arrived at our doorstep along with a package of some of my nicest clothes I had left behind at the mansion. It was probably the closest I was ever going to get to a truce with them.
But all of the family drama didn’t occupy much space in my mind anymore. It had been two years since that terrible day that turned out amazing. Nowadays I thought only about flowers, friends, and Cecil. It was a better life than I ever imagined.
“So do you want to sleep, or…” I traced a finger down his soft, round chin.
“I want to have a proper wedding night,” Cecil said breathily.
“That I can do.” I leaned forward and began making out with him in earnest. I didn’t waste time with the buildup, just nipped at his lips and let my tongue dance around like it belonged there.
When we broke apart, I looked into his pale blues eyes. “What are you thinking is proper?
“Can you,” he looked embarrassed even though it was nothing we haven't done before. “Could you fuck me this time?”
We’d been going back and forth but I was always happy to do whatever Cecil requested. I sat up and slipped off the beautiful bright white suit jacket I wore. My suit was entirely white with a black shirt and his suit was black with a white shirt. I picked them out with his blessing. I couldn’t wait to get the pictures of today. I wanted to see how cute we were.
But that had to wait, I was more focused on getting us out of them at the moment.
Cecil laid out on the bed his arms over his head. He blinked up at me, his lips parting. I could resist that temptation. I pressed rapid kisses into his mouth and I unbuttoned his shirt. We kept kissing as I helped him get the sleeves off.
“I want to see you,” Cecil breathed,
I smirked and made quick work of my shirt. Soon his hands were splayed over my abs and playing with the hair leading down to my growing cock.
I leaned down and pressed kisses to his own chest and worked my lips down to his waist. From there I undid the silky suit pants and discarded them. Next, I slipped off his underwear and took a few moments to appreciate how open he was in front of me.
“Your turn,” he reminded me.
I laughed and let my pants and underwear fall without any more lead up or waiting. I found the bottle of lube we kept in the bedside table and ran the cool gel over my hard cock. Just looking at Cecil was driving me mad. I couldn’t wait to be inside of him.
I hovered in front of his entrance and lined up my cock.
“I’m going to go slow Babe,” I mumbled and one of my hands traced up his inner thigh. He shuddered under me. Anticipation was one hell of a drug.
He nodded and in the corner of my eye I saw his cock twitch. He needed me.
I thrust forward and sunk the first inch in and watched his face. He threw his head back and clenched his eyes closed. His fists grabbed the bed sheets as I slid in deeper. I hadn’t prepped him much so I knew it was a little more intense, but we’d tried that a few times already and he told me he loved the way it made him feel.
“Is that good Cecil,” I purred his name. It tasted so good on my lips.
He nodded and I watched him reach for his own cock. I shooed his hands away and took hold of it with my own hands. I stoked it in time with my thrusts. Sometimes I would thrust ever so slowly while my fingers spend up playing with his cock. He gasped the first time I tried it. For then on I tried to be surprising as I fucked him so good.
“Are you close? You feel close,” Cecil panted out as his back arched as my cock thrust to the hilt.
“I’m so close babe,” I promised. He was so tight around me and I could feel his walls flare whenever my fingers danced across his length. He was close too. I just needed to push him over the edge. With a few more thrusts hitting his spot directly as my thumb played with the tip of his cock he burst and shuddered around me. The pressure was divine and I soon followed his lead.
“You’re perfect,” I muttered over and over again as I slowly retrieved myself.
He sat up on the bed and captured my chin in his hand making me look at him. “You are smart and beautiful and my husband.”
I smiled and pressed a kiss into his lips. If this was what home was like, I never wanted to leave ever again.
