by Eva Luxe
The liquid burns as it goes down my throat, and Jensen shakes his head back and forth as he forces it down, shouting, “To captivity indeed!”
I find Riley’s mother and escort her to the front row, and then I escort our own mother to a front row seat across the aisle. Mom squeezes my arm and says, “I’m so happy for Jensen.”
I squeeze hers back. “Me too, Mom.”
I’m happy for all of us. Mom has been doing better lately, and that’s about as best as we can hope for. She looks lovely in a light blue dress, with her hair and makeup done.
Mom looks over at Ramsey, who is playing his guitar under a tree, and whispers to me again under her breath.
“But I’m worried about Ramsey. Something has seemed… off… lately.”
“It’s okay, Mom.”
I pat her arm. But I’m worried about Ramsey too. He’s seemed even more irrational and angry since his subdued blow-up at Los Cuates. I don’t know what I’ll do if his strong shell cracks, since he’s the glue that holds our family together.
I kiss my mom’s cheek and then help her lower herself into her seat. Then I take my place next to Jensen and I catch Whitney’s eye after I find her seated in the audience. She smiles at me, her cheeks red with excitement and happiness for my brother and Riley.
As I stare at Whitney— thinking of how lucky I am to have found her— and time stands still before my brother ties the knot, I think about what he said, about how when you know, you just know. I’ve enjoyed these past few months of pretending to be her fake fiancé and now I want to make it real.
I meant what I said to the Board. I definitely did know as soon as I met Whitney that she was the one for me. I just hadn’t wanted to trust myself, because it had been scary. But I still know, for sure this time: she’s the one for me.
Chapter 55 – Whitney
I’m a sucker for weddings, but Jensen’s and Riley’s is even more beautiful than the average ceremony. It’s outdoors at a bed and breakfast in Old Town, and decorated with red roses, white calla lilies, black lace and a pop of turquoise ribbon to match the Southwestern décor.
Jensen and his brothers and some military buddies are dressed up in their formal military uniforms and look dashing. Harlow always looks good but today he is particularly stunning. And he even looks a bit nervous as he stands proudly next to his brother.
“Your man is looking good,” Lance whispers to me, while jostling my leg with his own.
I jostle his back.
“I know.”
Things are working out well for both of us. After everything that happened with Dr. Davis, and Piñon parted ways with him, it still wanted a program focused on helping service members who had suffered catastrophic injuries requiring reconstructive surgery. Piñon was so impressed with Lance’s work with Harlow and his dedication to honesty and service members that they put him in charge of the program.
So although Lance had originally feared he would be fired for his involvement in exposing Dr. Davis, he was, in fact, promoted. It’s a great outcome because an even greater number of service members will be receiving the follow- up treatment they deserve, and a trusted, internal physical therapist is running the program instead of a corrupt outside doctor with his own agenda.
I find Jesse Morrow in the audience and wave at him; he waves back, with a big smile on his face. Jesse is a patient at the clinic, and Lance himself has been working with him for further physical therapy treatment.
Lance is here too of course, with Mae as his wedding date. She smiles and nods at me, as if to say, “I told you I’m down to come anywhere where there’s free food!”
Jesse has progressed quite a bit physically. And he and Harlow have become good friends. They encourage and motivate each other, and sometimes we all hang out at Gecko’s, or at Louie’s when Jensen can manage to drag us there.
While Piñon was developing its new program, I graduated from college with a good GPA, good GMAT scores and high recommendations to medical school, not only from Lance but also from many others at Piñon. Piñon offered me a job as a full-time, full-fledged physical therapist, but I had to decline because in the fall I’m set to start medical school. This is something that Harlow doesn’t know yet. I just found out, and I can’t wait to tell him.
I’m looking forward to medical school as a welcome distraction and something I’ll be forced to focus on while Harlow is deployed. But I’m also proud of myself for finding the courage to apply. Perhaps I’ll be referring patients to Piñon one day, and working closely with Lance to oversee their treatment.
My parents were happy to hear of all my recent news— not only did I dump Tony and get with Harlow, but I also got back on the path to medical school.
“We’re so proud of you!” My mom beamed, when Harlow and I went to visit them last month. “We always knew you could do anything you set your mind to.”
And they were right. It doesn’t matter how confident they were for me in the past, because I myself didn’t share that same confidence in myself. Their words of encouragement felt like empty platitudes, but they are great parents.
When I see everything that Harlow has been through, with his deceased father and unstable mother, I’m even more grateful for the love and support my parents have always provided. Maybe one day they’ll be here for my own wedding, with Harlow…
Harlow smiles at me, jolting me back to the present, which I’m glad for because I don’t want to miss a moment of Jensen’s and Riley’s big day. As Jensen and the groomsmen took their places, Ramsey was singing and playing the guitar to Leonard Cohen’s “Hallelujah.”
I never expected Harlow’s brother to be such a good musician, but I’m pleasantly surprised. Now, as the bridesmaids begin walking down the aisle, he switches to a “Somewhere Over the Rainbow/What a Beautiful World” mix.
The ambiance is casual yet elegant. The bridesmaids wear black and white dresses that Riley was clearly kind enough to let them choose on their own, which definitely fits her laid-back and thoughtful personality.
A cute little boy and girl pair toddle down the aisle as ring bearer and flower girl. And after Ramsey puts his guitar down and joins Jensen in front, Pachelbel’s Canon in D starts playing over the speakers. We all know to stand up, because the bride is on her way.
Riley looks beautiful in a ruched white dress with lace and pearls woven throughout. I want to cry when I sneak a glance at Jensen’s face, because the look I see there is so touching.
The wedding officiant begins a unique and personal ceremony, which she says that Jensen and Riley wrote together. She mentions how they met under tumultuous circumstances but began to rely on each other as both advocates and lovers.
The story sounds rather similar to that of Harlow’s and mine, and he winks at me, letting me know he thinks so too.
“Before today’s festivities, I met with the bride and groom and their families to go over the type of ceremony they wanted,” the officiant says next. “Both of the groom’s brothers were quick to let me know that they can’t believe he is getting married. But he told me privately that he knows he started a trend, and that they’ll both be next. I hear one of them is already in a committed relationship that Jensen himself at first couldn’t believe.”
Harlow winks at me, and I know our turn is coming soon. His deployment will be hard, but I know it’s for a good cause, and I know he’s worth the wait. He is the best thing that has ever happened to me, and he’s changed my life for the better in every possible way.
I know for sure that we’ll be together for the long haul. One of these days it will be him and me standing front and center as we exchange vows in front of our friends and family members.
I’m not sure exactly when we’ll get to that destination but I sure am enjoying the ride.
THE END.
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Whitney’s Slip and Slide SEAL –Super Steamy Bonus Story / Epilogue
Whitney
It’s late when Ha
rlow and I get home from the wedding. We climb our apartment stairs, both tired, but there’s something I want to tell him.
We’ve been living together for over a month now. I know it’s fast, but that’s how Harlow and I do things. It’s nice to spend all this time together before he leaves for his deployment.
As soon as we’re upstairs, I start taking my clothes off.
“There’s something I want to tell you,” I say, as I throw my fancy dress on my vanity.
“It’s that you can’t wait to fuck me,” he says, taking a cue from me and undressing himself. “I don’t even have to take your clothes off. You’re doing that yourself because you want me so badly.”
“Exactly,” I tell him, letting my styled hair down so that it hangs loose over my back. “I have some exciting news for you.”
“And what is that?” he asks, stepping close to me and taking my hands in his.
“I got into medical school!” I tell him, jumping up and down.
He gets distracted for a minute, watching my boobs bounce along with me, but then he finally pulls himself together and joins me in the jumping.
“Yes!” he says. “That’s amazing. Congratulations.”
He pulls me up in his arms and swirls me around.
“My fake fiancée is going to be a real doctor,” he says, with a wide grin spreading across his face. “This is amazing.”
He kisses me, long and hard.
And then he sets me down on the bed and reaches for something in the drawer of our bedside table.
I assume that it’s a condom, but inside, I see a tiny little blue box.
“Whitney Reid,” he says, getting down on one knee and holding open the box, which shows a very shiny diamond. “Will you marry me? For real this time?”
“Yes!” I say, falling into his arms while he hugs me and twirls me around again. “I’m so glad you’re finally asking me for real.”
“Are you kidding?” he says. “Who wouldn’t want to marry a doctor? And this SEAL wants his real fiancée flashing a shiny real diamond while he’s deployed, so everyone knows exactly who she belongs to.”
I hold it up, and it glistens in the near darkness.
“It’s gorgeous,” I tell him, leaning down to kiss him. “It really is. Thank you.”
“Thank you,” he says, holding me tight.
“And now,” I tell him, “there’s been something I’ve been wanting to do for a very long time.”
“What’s that?” he asks, perplexed. “Something more than getting real engaged?”
“Yep,” I say. “Now lay down.”
He lays down and I smear cocoa butter all over his abs. I look at his amazing tattoos and run my hands all over him as I lather him up.
Then I climb on the bed next to him.
“Okay, I tell him. I’m going to use you, if you don’t mind.”
He laughs, and says, “Go right ahead. Use me however you need.”
“Good,” I tell him, “I’m going to use you as my slip and slide SEAL?”
“Oh yeah?” he asks, his interest piqued.
“Oh yeah.”
I turn around and squat over him with my ass facing him and I lower myself onto his chest. It feels so slippery, just as I wanted it to.
“Oh yeah,” he says, and I look back at him and smile.
I grind my pussy up against his chest and I instantly feel like I could come.
“Oh, my God,” I say.
After grinding around I slide slightly down, along each rib cage of the body I know so well from working with it so much during physical therapy sessions. And each time I’m a little closer to the edge of climax.
“Wow, Whitney, this is so hot,” he says, as I slide down to the next one.
Bump.
Now I’m on his hard, six pack abs and I keep sliding.
Bump, bump, bump.
Each time, I’m closer to orgasm until finally I’m coming on his stomach.
“Harlow, I’m coming,” I cry out, unable to keep myself from shouting.
“Come on me,” he says, grabbing my ass cheeks and sliding me around in place while I come all over him.
He pulls me back so I start at the top again and with each bump, bump, bump on my way down, my orgasm intensifies.
“Oh, my God, oh, my God, oh my God,” I call out.
He holds onto my waist and slides me all over his body, while I finish coming. Then he holds onto my clit and rubs it while he pulls my long, flowing hair and continues to make me slide all over his wet, hard body.
“I can’t stop coming,” I call out, feeling as if I could die of ecstasy. “This feels so good. This feels amazing.”
“Keep coming on me, Whitney,” he commands. “I’ll be your slip and slide SEAL forever, now that you’re my real fiancée.”
And with that I explode into what feels like a tiny thousand orgasms mixing into one giant one. He plays with my nipples and moves me up and down on him while I finish coming.
“Now turn around,” he says. “Your slip and slide SEAL wants to fuck you.”
Harlow
I can’t get over what Whitney just did. It was so amazing and hot. I turn her around and set her back on top of me. Her legs are spread open in front of me but for a moment I look into her eyes and say, “Thank you.”
She laughs and says, “Thank you.”
Then I look down at her pussy, wet with the lotion and also with her juices. I spread her lips open wide so I can see all of her. Then I push her back and forth, up and down, so she’s sliding all over my chest and abs, down to my hard cock and back up again. The whole time, I’m rubbing her clit, because I want to see her come. And soon, my mission is accomplished.
“Oh my God, Harlow,” she calls out, her face full of ecstasy and her pussy dripping its juices down onto my chest, in full view for me to see. “Ever since you made me come that first time, I can never stop coming with you.”
“Sit on my cock now, Baby,” I tell her. “I’m your real fiancé, and I want to fuck you without a condom.”
She looks down at me, with a slight smile. “You know I could get…”
“Pregnant,” I tell her. “Yes. Don’t you want to have my baby?”
“I do,” she says, smiling and looking excited. “I sure do.”
“Then get down there and let’s make this happen,” I tell her, with a wink.
She slides down my stomach one last time, bump bump bump, until she hits my cock with her curvy and bouncy yet somehow still firm ass. I love that fucking ass. Then she lifts herself up a bit and lowers herself down onto my cock, slowly but surely.
“That’s my good girl,” I tell her. “That’s my real fiancée.”
I’m all the way in her now, filling up her naked pussy with my bare cock, just like I’ve always wanted to do. We’re so slippery and she grabs her pussy muscles around my cock and squeezes it, to hang on tight, which feels great.
I thrust myself up and into her while she leans over and holds onto my shoulders. She rides me like a horse and I fuck her like a stallion in heat.
“This feels so amazing,” she says, her head thrown back and her eyes wild with pleasure.
I play with her tits, her clit, her ass while she comes over and over again. I have so much stamina, wanting to fuck her as much as I can— make her have as many orgasms as possible— before I have to leave.
“I’m going to miss you so fucking much,” I tell her, burying my cock in her pussy as she continues to ride me.
She leans down and our lips meet. I kiss her deeply, sensually, as I fuck her without any protection. She’s completely mine now. For real, for always.
I feel pressure at the base of my balls and I tell her, “I’m going to come in you, Whitney. For the first time ever.”
“I’m ready,” she gasps, obviously on the verge of coming again herself. “Come in me.”
“I’m shooting my cum into your pussy,” I tell her, as I feel myself throbbing and pulsing inside of her.
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sp; She holds on tight to my shoulders while I thrust in and up a couple more times while blowing my entire load into her, filling her up with my cum.
“Mmmm,” she moans, “I’m coming too.”
She’s panting, out of breath, and I can tell she’s completely spent and exhausted, just like I am.
But as she gets off my cock, she sits back down on my chest and spreads her legs open wide for me. I see my cum dripping out of her like a sweet dessert. I pull it out with my fingers and then stick it in her mouth for her lick off.
She licks up and down my fingers as she slides around some more on my chest. I rub my cum down her throat, her perfect tits, her stomach, before landing one more time on her pussy so I can play with her amazing clit while she comes one more time for me.
“You give me the best orgasms ever,” she says, laying down on my chest, which is covered in both of our juices and cum, mixed together with the lotion. “I’m so glad you’ll be mine forever.”
“Me too,” I tell her, petting her hair and getting some of my cum in that, too. “I’m your real fiancé and soon I’ll be your real husband, and perhaps the father of your children too, I hope.”
“You gave me my first orgasm and you’ll always be the only one to make me come,” she agrees.
“Get ready to have orgasms for the rest of your life,” I tell her, with a grin. “Because thanks to you, this SEAL’s back in fighting shape. And when I’m not falling from the sky, saving our country, I’ll be here falling even more and more in love with you, and making you come more times then you’ll ever be able to count.”
“I love you,” she says, snuggling up against my bicep and kissing my cheek.
“I love you too, my very real fiancée.”
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