“Come with me,” she cried.
Raine came, hard and fast in an explosion of fever and brilliant light. Her body convulsed, and his dick penetrated up into her as far as possible. They rode the lightning together, seared and sated, pleasured and fulfilled. After she shuddered one more time, she lifted away from him and collapsed beside him.
Callahan grinned, his teeth bright against his flushed face. “Oh doll,” he managed.
She lacked enough breath to answer. Raine lay beside him, basking in the aftereffects of an incredible coupling. Once she could think, she propped up on one elbow. “I didn’t hurt you, did I?” she asked.
“You almost killed me,” he said with laughter. “I’m fine, nothing’s bleeding, and I didn’t pass out. I thought there for a few minutes I might.”
“I’m glad you didn’t. You would have scared me to death.”
“I gotta rest now, for sure,” he told her. “Getting engaged took a lot of energy.”
Her fingers twined around his. “I noticed.”
As she moved to get up, he grasped her. “Don’t go anywhere. Stay here.”
“What about making dumplings?”
“We’ll eat chili tonight, and you cook tomorrow.”
“Deal,” Raine said.
****
On the last day of the year, at nine o’clock in the morning, Lorraine Teasdale walked down the aisle at Holy Innocents on her father’s arm. She wore a vintage wedding gown she’d found at a boutique in the Village, and her mother’s pearls. Her family filled one side of the church and the other teemed with a sea of New York City police blue. Pop, in his best brown suit, stood with Callahan at the altar, serving as his grandson’s best man. Raine’s twin sisters were the bridesmaids, escorted by two of Callahan’s nephews as pint-sized groomsmen. The youngest walked in tandem with Raine’s niece as ring bearer and flower girl.
Aloysius Callahan II watched as she walked down the aisle, and Raine smiled back at him through a mist of joyful tears. After their vows were said and the Nuptial Mass ended, they cut a three-tiered cake covered in roses.
They made an early exit, pleading Callahan’s continuing recovery as the reason, which no one believed. As soon as they got back to the apartment, they changed into their jeans and headed for the subway. They rode down to South Ferry, hands linked and eyes locked on each other. Despite the cold temperatures, the day was sunny and bright as they set out on their honeymoon cruise, a ride on the Staten Island Ferry.
At the rail, Callahan had his arm around her, and she leaned against him as they watched the skyline of Manhattan recede. As they sailed past Lady Liberty, he leaned down. “Doll, this is what I knew I wanted that very first day. I love you.”
Raine cupped his cheek with her hand. “I think I loved you even then,” she told him. “I thought I must be crazy, but I knew.”
“Kiss me, doll,” he said.
And she did, long and sweet, the first kiss of their forever.
The End
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