We fall to the bed with Ryan atop, and normally I would try to squirm out of this position, but everything feels safe, torturous and good, really good. His teeth skim my exposed nipple and I arch my back, reveling in the sensation. Stroking Ryan’s length in between us I push myself up, letting the dampness between my legs slicken him.
“Mik, love, I need all of my wife,” Ryan whispers somewhere between my neck and breasts.
“Yes,” I rasp out.
My hands fly up above my head and Ryan’s finger’s lock around my wrists, pinning me to the bed. He stops for only a brief second to study my expression and then plunges into me. I know he could see the desire, excitement and thrill in my eyes. Panic and fear has no place to harbor anymore.
We made love with Ryan dominating every direction, position and orgasm on that bed. Now, as we lay naked in each other’s arms feeling satisfied, I realize that I still have so many new experiences ahead of me with my husband.
Giggling I turn to him and say, “Looks like we’ll need showers after all.”
“Mmm, guess you’re right,” Ryan says while giving my behind a squeeze.
We both get up from the bed to head into the bathroom. Just as Ryan turns on the shower I ask, “Hey, wait, I have to ask you something.”
“What?” he asks glancing at me quizzically.
“Do you like dogs?”
His head cocks to the side, eyebrows raised up and he replies, “Yeah, I do, why?” The questioningly look of where I’m going with this has me giggling.
“I want to get a dog with you and I realized the other day that I didn’t know if you liked dogs,” I explain simply. “Now I know though.”
Ryan chuckles and shakes his head and then pulls me into the hot shower stream with him. “I guess we’re always learning new things about each other. I hope that never changes. I never knew you liked dogs either. We’ll get one when we are back home in California.” Then he turns me around and begins to lather me from head to toe in soap, taking his sweet time. Making the wedding on time easily begins to slip my mind as I take my sweet time cleaning Ryan.
***
Ryan and I walk hand in hand into the reception room. We had managed to clean ourselves up in the nick of time, and if I say so myself, we look damn good. The ceremony had been short and sweet, or to the point. I felt at ease with Ryan at my side, and when Dad waved us up to sit in the front row, my nerves settled even more. The biggest relief was that Eric Black was not here. His parents were here and that made me feel a little awkward, but it was tolerable.
I couldn’t stop looking at the way my dad smiled, put his arm around or kissed Janet. They look truly happy. It’s hard not to feel the same, even though Mom constantly stays on my mind. “Hey, have I told you how beautiful you look?” Ryan asks teasingly.
“No, you haven’t actually,” I reply sassily.
He moves his mouth to my ear, his hot breath tingling my skin, and whispers, “It must have been all that hot sex that has my brain in a fog. You look beautiful and … happy.”
I smile at him, feeling a giddiness come over me. We walk over to my dad and Janet, grabbing a drink along the way and wait to talk to them. It isn’t a huge reception, but there are still a decent amount of people here. After all, this is Janet’s first marriage.
“Congrats, Mr. Washington,” Ryan says first.
“Yeah, Dad, congrats,” I say softly.
“Thank you, we are just so happy you are here,” Dad beams. “And Ryan, call me Dad now.” Ryan’s eyes bulge out and he looks at me in surprise, but I know Dad is kidding. “Okay, how about Brian?”
“Alright, congrats Brian.” He holds his hand out to shake my dad’s firmly. “And Janet.” Janet smiles sweetly and lets Ryan give her a quick hug. I move myself in front of Janet offering some more niceties and hug her, too.
More people crowd around to get their chance to talk to the bride and groom, giving Ryan and I our cue to join some of the others at the bar area. Tall white tables with flowers and low candles fill the space. It’s decorated simply and elegantly making me think of how different our wedding was from this. There was nothing traditional about my day. We move to one of the tables and Ryan heads to the bar to order us more drinks.
I swept my hair back and then pulled it to one side, leaving some strays to frame my face. The dainty hair clip I had found fit perfectly on the side; the few sparkling flowers in it shined back me through the mirror.
Ryan had given me the privacy I needed to get ready and was probably already down below just outside his sliding doors on the beach waiting for me. Soon, in less than an hour, this would be my home, too.
My head began to swim with strong emotions as I slipped on my simple, strapless, long wedding dress, thinking of my sisters, my dad, but mostly of my mom. I wish she was here to see me take this next step. Even if it was rushed and fast and crazy, it felt all kinds of right. I knew without I doubt I loved Ryan.
For this brief moment I didn’t feel the familiarity of reds, blues and purples boiling and freezing my insides. I felt warm and the colors that resided in me let me know that I was making the best decision of my life.
The feeling continued as I walked out onto the beach barefoot. Luckily, the weather was prefect, like most days since I had moved here, the sun was shining brightly. Everything was ready. We had obtained the marriage license a week ago and Ryan pretty much took care of everything else.
Ryan stood in the distance with the minister and the photographer, who also was a friend of Ryan’s from high school and was also our witness, off to the side, looking stunning in a cream colored suit. His bare feet hopped slightly once he saw me and the nervousness I had initially seen on his face faded. His smile stretched his mouth perfectly, making his eyes wrinkle on the sides. It was genuine happiness that filled the space between us. The closer I got, the less nervous I felt and the more I felt at ease.
Once I reached him and the minister, Ryan’s hands reached out to hold mine. “Mik, love, amazing,” he whispered out on a breath. I shyly looked down and then back up adoringly at my future husband.
After the ceremony and pictures along the beach, we came back up to our home. I was surprise beyond words when we came up to the patio. It was decorated in flowers and candles, all the way into the main level of our home. Our kitchen had two chefs in it preparing us a meal.
We sat outside at a small decorated table for the two of us, drinking delicious wine and then ate a meal of surf ‘n turf. Ryan had even arranged for a small, just-for-two, wedding cake. We didn’t bother to cut our cake; we ate right from it, together, as husband and wife.
Pulling me from my memory, I hear Marisa’s sweet voice. “There she is, Mya.” When I turn around, her and Mya are headed my way. They surround the small table I’m at by embracing me in a hug. Their arms feel so comforting around me, just like it should be.
Mya comments, “Wow, this is really nice actually.”
“I know, I was surprised too,” I admit. “They seem … happy.”
“Yeah, they do,” Marisa agrees, while Mya takes a sip of her drink avoiding any contribution on that topic.
Our eyes wander the room and then we all come back to look at each other. Each of us a bit teary-eyed as we smile warmly at each other. Mya rolls her eyes and we start cracking up with knowing laughter.
“What’s so funny?” Ryan asks as he squeezes in between Marisa and me, setting our drinks on the table. His arm naturally comes around my shoulders and my sisters stare wide-eyed, waiting for an introduction.
“Ryan, these are … my sisters, Marisa and Mya,” I offer, in between a deep breath. Now for the hard part.
“I can see that. Nice to meet you both,” Ryan says happily with a hand extended out over my shoulder to shake Marisa’s hand first.
Without any more breaths or hesitation I say, “Marisa, Mya, this is my husband, Ryan.” Ryan’s arms tighten around me and I smile, exhaling loud enough for him to hear.
I look to Marisa, then to Mya and the
n back to Marisa. The shock, yes, that must be what they’re feeling, splayed across their faces. Marisa starts to talk and then closes her mouth back up again.
Mya’s eyes widen as she screeches, “You’re what?! What is with this family and dropping bombshells?” Wrapping her arms around me and pulling me into a fierce hug, she whispers, “I’m so happy for you. Congratulations.” Then she turns to Ryan, who honestly looks a little unsure after her screeching. Mya cocks her head to the side and says, “He’s hot, Mikaela. Good work.”
My cheeks begin to burn and I bring my cold hands to my face to cool them down a little. “She right, love,” Ryan boasts shamelessly.
Marisa and Mya both laugh while their eyes roam over my husband, probably noticing a bit of the age difference. Neither of us mind though. We give them a second to absorb the news.
Then I turn to Marisa, curiously, since she has yet to comment, “Marisa?”
“Oh, sorry, I, wow. Just wow,” she says wistfully and then pulls me into a hug. “Wait, does Dad know?” I laugh because that reminds me of the Marisa I know, always responsible.
“Yes, he does,” I say as we all laugh.
“Wow, congrats! I just can’t believe that you, I mean, I understand, but just never expected it from you.” Her eyes light up as she gives me a knowing look.
“I know … we were crazy in love,” I reply.
Ryan clears his throat. “Are, love. We are crazy in love.” My heart hammers fast in my chest and when his lips meet mine, right in front of my sisters I don’t hold back kissing him. Then he whispers in my ear, “I’ll be right back,” and backs away allowing me this opportunity to be girly, the center of attention and once again like a sister, a triplet.
~ One Month Later ~
To: Marisa Washington; Mya Washington
From: Mikaela Chambers
Subject: Good Morning!
Hi girls! How are you? Good I hope. I can’t wait to hear more about what is new with your careers, friends and love lives every week J We should Skype next time, don’t you think?
First, like my name change? It’s a big deal for both of us. Ryan’s wanted it evident at the work place since the beginning and I was nervous it would change my interactions with everyone. Well, as you see he won this small battle.
You will never believe what is currently curled around my ankles … a puppy!? Can you believe it! I have a dog, well, Ryan and I have a dog. His name is Skunk. I know, I know … a dog named Skunk? But seriously, he’s all black except for this white stripe going down his back. He’s the sweetest thing. Makes me feel all grown up and responsible. Well, and being married does that too.
I think I told you about that client, Bill and Jill, that I lost. Well, you’ll never guess this, but I won them back. The guy is pretty much a jerk, and to be honest Ryan didn’t even want their business anymore, but I was able to smooth it all out on my own. I called him into the office and met with him privately, showing him a new version of animations. He loved it so much that he couldn’t say no! Ryan jokes that I’m on my way to being a saleswoman, ha!
Oh, I talked to Dad and he and Janet want to come out for a visit. They say they have a wedding gift for us. Hmmm, that should be interesting, right? Ryan thinks it’s a great idea.
Tonight we’re meeting Ryan’s parents for dinner at a place near us so that we’re not gone too long from Skunk. His parents have come a long way, let me tell you. His mom is even referring to Skunk as her grand-dog. Cracks me up. She’s already spoiling him rotten. I can only imagine when we have kids … ;)
Okay, Ry’s here waiting for me to go on a walk with him and Skunk along the beach.
Love you,
Mikaela
The Washington Triplets
You’ve read Mikaela’s story, now be sure to check out Mya’s and Marisa’s!
Love Discovered in New York
MYA WASHINGTON IS A REBEL. Or at least, that’s what her family has always said. As the youngest of a set of triplets, she has always been the more rebellious of the three … even though she never considered herself a rebel.
Outspoken? Yes.
Rule Breaker? Sometimes.
Trouble Maker? Nev—occasionally.
Growing tired of being typecast and misunderstood, Mya moves to New York looking for a fresh start away from the life she grew up in, and out of the shadow of her older sisters. Striking out on her own may have put a strain on the family dynamic, but it’s the new beginning Mya was looking for.
But after the unexpected death of her mother, she is blindsided yet again by a wedding invitation she didn’t see coming. Her father’s upcoming marriage only cements the wall she’s put up around her heart. Because if her father could be such an utter disappointment, why should she even attempt to open up to any man?
Enter Colton Davis.
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Love Grows in Alaska
BEING THE OLDEST WASHINGTON TRIPLET hasn’t been easy for Marisa Washington. Labeled the “good one” at a young age embedded the burden she strived to build true. She graduated at the top of her class, never caused her parents trouble, and even settled down in their hometown of Chicago with her college boyfriend.
Her life was “perfect”, at least in the eyes of others. But when her mom unexpectedly dies, Marisa’s eyes open for the first time. She leaves her boyfriend of four years and takes a job in Alaska to gain the freedom and individuality she’s craved. After all, what would she gain by sticking around Chicago? She discovered her perfect family isn’t so perfect, and everyone she cares for left her.
Starting a new life in Anchorage, Alaska, she’s unable to escape her family’s hold when her dad’s wedding announcement comes a mere six months after her mother’s death. Attempts to contact her sisters, in order to face this together, are unsuccessful, leaving her feeling even more alone.
Her family issues have to be pushed aside when her employer sends her and three others to a team building retreat in King’s Gate. It’s the last thing Marisa wants to do, until everywhere she turns, she finds…Zach Greer.
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FIRST, I WANT TO THANK Danielle Allen for asking Michelle Lynn and I to work on this project. We worked well as a team, almost like sisters, ha! I adore both of your work and am thrilled that we went on this journey together. Each of us unique and creative just like Mya, Marisa and Mikaela.
Like always, I am extremely thankful for my husband who is supportive of my creative dreams to write. Lucky for me he’s a bit of a white knight in shining armor. Add to that list, my two munchkins who know that mommy writes and give me a little time to do that on occasion. As long as it doesn’t interfere with playing, eating, getting to sports, etc., ha!
Thank you to Cover Me, Darling for my amazing cover. It’s beautiful and perfect. All three of the covers for The Washington Triplets are top notch because of your talent.
Thank you to Perfectly Publishable for taking on this giant project and making our stories work.
I would never forget the infamous Angie Stanton from Twinsie Talk Book Reviews … thanks Angie for always having my back and still being a fan even though I’m a seriously slow, slow as a turtle at times, writer.
Book Plug Promotions, thank you for making sure we have a successful blog tour in which we keep our reader and gain some new ones.
Most importantly, I thank any and all of the fans I may have, old and new. Anytime someone reads my work and likes it I’m always grateful and amazed. Thank you for the support and encouragement to continue down this road.
MELISSA ROLKA GREW UP IN the Chicagoland area all of her childhood and has always had a love of writing. She started by keeping a journal at a young age, and in high school she started writing poetry. A couple poems were published anonymously. Then in college she majored in Philosophy, which required lots and lots of writing. After graduating from Marquette University, she traveled west to Los Angeles. There she worked for the Writers Guild of America and found herself submerged in the writers wor
ld. She worked on small writings, but never pursued them. On the side she became involved with a small theater group. Eventually she made her way back to the Midwest, where her heart belongs, and worked in business for several years. She found love, got married and has two beautiful children. Being at home has allowed her to keep following her love of reading and writing.
The Perfect Distraction (The Perfect Series) is her first full-length novel. When Melissa is not writing, she is caring for, playing with and loving her two kids. In between taking care of her family and writing, she almost always has her nose buried in her Kindle.
The Perfect Series
The Perfect Distraction (Book 1)
The Perfect Emotion (Book 2)
The Perfect Imperfections (Book 2.5) Coming Soon
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