Until Tom, Finding Forever (Providence Book 5)
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“Let me see the ring again,” Ebru ordered, holding a sleeping Louis in her arms. She’d tried putting him on my lap, but it had hurt too freaking much. All I kept hearing was that Sonya had been in a worse state, but my argument was that I was a man – I was honest about that shit. I wasn’t gonna pretend that I could ever give birth or that man flu wasn’t a male version of the common cold. I owned my shit and held my hands up about all of that!
The male members of my family who hadn’t gone for coffee were standing beside me watching the women gasping over the sparkles.
Just as Ebru put her face down close to the ring, Cole leaned over and hissed in my ear, “You cleaned that, right?”
“Yeah, it’s sterile!” And it really was. If the bleach hadn’t done the job, then the five turns in the autoclaving machine had. I’d looked at electron beam machine cleaning, but I was worried that she’d end up with a finger that glowed in the dark.
“Oh my god, it’s so beautiful. I wonder where you get a diamond like that?” Ebru asked for the millionth time. Each time she did, Cole would look at me and give me a sinister smile – the asshole was just itching to let everyone know what had happened with it. “It’s just so special!”
I saw the second that he lost it. “Yup, it’s special alright,” he drawled, smirking at me. “It’s as special as if Tom swallowed the coal and made it from between his own butt cheeks.”
There were gasps from the women folk and confused looks from the men who were just walking back in.
“That’s disgusting!” Mom snapped at Cole. “And in front of your son, too. Well, I think that Tom outdid himself with this ring. If you put half as much into Ebru’s ring as he has with this one…”
Seeing Cole about to let the whole cat out of the bag, I growled, “I will kill you!”
“You’re shit out of luck, literally,” he whispered. “And shit out of diamonds too!”
Thankfully, Louis chose that moment to toot-the-fruit audibly. How something so small could make that noise and smell was a question that we’d all asked a million times - and one that we were no closer to getting the answer to.
“Dude, maybe he’s lactose intolerant?” my cousin Archer asked, covering his nose and mouth with his t-shirt.
That was all of the distraction that Cole needed as he went to go and find Parker to ask him if that’s why his baby’s ass stank so much.
Chapter Sixteen
Sonya
“Oh god,” Tom groaned as I moved my mouth back down again. He was still too bruised from his fight with the proposal guy to do anything more than this and I wanted to wake him up with a surprise. “Pull off!”
No way! He’d been trying everything that he could to get me to ‘hop on’ since he realized what was going on, and I wasn’t having any of it.
Shaking my head, I grinned around him as he moaned even louder.
“Please,” he begged. “I want to be inside you.”
Replacing my mouth with my hand so that I could jack him off, I made sure to grip as tight as I could as I explained. “You are inside me – my mouth is part of me. You’re not going in another part of me until you get the all clear from the doctor.”
“But Parker hates me,” he whined. “He’s doing this on purpose!”
I had to admit, Parker was a vindictive shit and even more so since Tom had set Ariana on him. The last time I saw him, he was driving out of the ranch leaving a cloud of dust behind him after she’d sat down on his lap and told him that they were meant to be together. That might not have been so bad, if she hadn’t then told him all about World of War Craft, how to be the ultimate master at Minecraft, and that she had sexual Call of Duty fantasies that he’d be perfect to star in. Those fantasies consisted of him being bound up in a box in the middle of nowhere, while she ‘exploded shit and practiced with the rifle that Gramps had given her and that she hadn’t been allowed to use since she was fourteen and had shot the mailman by mistake’.
“Then we’ll take you to the other dude, the one who saved these,” I gently grasped his balls and started to massage them as I continued to move my hand up and down his length.
“He hates me even more,” he gasped as I tightened my hand considerably on my stroke back down the way. “He’ll deliberately make me wait until Christmas.”
He probably would as well. The guy had stuck his head around Tom’s hospital door before he left and had asked if ‘his balls had exploded yet’. I thought doctors had to have some sort of bedside manner? If they were all like Parker and Doctor Adams, then I was never going into hospital here again. I could be carrying my arm in my other hand, and I’d still go it alone with a sewing kit.
“Then your best bet is Parker.” I went back to what I’d been doing before and took his cock in my mouth – sucking as hard as I could.
Tom’s hands, which had been holding the pillow either side of his head, moved down into my hair. All to soon he was taking control and guiding my head where he wanted it to go.
“Suck harder,” he rasped – so I did. “Fucking shit!” Every time he pulled my hair up, I’d slide all the way to the tip, making sure to flick my tongue against the sensitive underside. I had a mental map of Tom’s cock-spots, the hot spots on his cock, now, and I was using them to my advantage. A tug down the way meant that I’d open my throat as wide as I could for him, and then swallow around him.
Deciding that there was one thing that I’d never tried with him that I’d always wanted to, I moved my mouth all of the way off him, replacing it with my hand again. Moving down to his balls, I opened my mouth over one, and then sucked making sure to increase the suction in stages.
“Shit!” His hands tightened in my hair even more. If he wasn’t careful, I’d end up with bald spots and explaining that would be a humiliating experience. I don’t think his family would ever let me live it down.
Feeling his cock harden further in my hand, I swapped positions again. I’d always thought that doing this would be disgusting, but god I was enjoying myself. I could taste his precum and feel him reaching his climax.
Digging my nails into his thigh, I made sure he knew that I was here until the job was done. If he even tried to pull me away, I’d make his life a living hell.
“Fuck, I’m coming,” he croaked, and then my mouth was filled with his release. With every spurt, I swallowed. When no more came out, I sucked on the tip almost laughing at the yell that came out of him. “It’s too sensitive. Fuck, stop, stop!”
That was when all hell broke loose and the door to the bedroom burst open and his cousins came pouring in yelling.
“What the fuck man? We’ve been calling for you for ages and you say you’re coming and then…oh what the fuck!” Levi cried as he covered his face and looked away.
The position that I was in left no doubt over what I’d been doing to my fiancé. The fact that my ass was in the air, naked as the day I was born, was maybe what horrified them most though.
Bending his head to the side, Taint narrowed his eyes and shook his head. “You missed a spot!” He said as he pointed at the part of me that was probably filling their field of vision – well if you looked past a naked Tom that was. And I was pretty certain that they’d do anything not to actually see that.
Leaping underneath the protection of the covers, I pulled my hair out of my face so that I could glare at Taint with the full force of my pissed off powers. I even added some PMS to the mix to make it really scary. “Fuck you,” I snapped. “You try shaving under there. I’m not a contortionist! I did the best I could.”
“Enough! Get out!” Tom bellowed, making even me jump.
“Just saying is all,” Taint shrugged as they filed out.
“Taint!” I yelled at his back, just as the door closed shut.
I heard a scuffling behind the door and leapt out of bed to lock it. “Let me at her,” came his muffled voice. “I just wanna shove her head in the toilet, that’s all.” There were more muffled voices and then silence. Putting my ea
My gasp of outrage had Tom quickly joining me at the door, pulling me away from the lock as I tried to turn it.
“I’ll string you up by your balls…and Layla by her saggy flaps!” I screamed as best I could with Tom’s arm around my stomach, squeezing the air out of me as he moved me back to the bed.
“That’s…really disgusting,” Taint muttered, followed by the sound of his footsteps as he went back downstairs.
“I will you know,” I fumed as I turned to Tom who was visibly trying not to laugh. “It’s not fucking funny!”
“No, it’s not,” he agreed, sounding pissed off. This helped. He knew how offensive that word was to me. “I’d been about to flip you so that you were sitting on my face and I could eat you. Now, you’re…”
“We can do that,” I said quickly, forgetting about the douche wad downstairs and the betraying heifer who was my best friend.
Shaking his head, Tom lay us back down on the bed and started laughing. “Up you go, pretty girl.”
Tom
“So, when do you want to get married?” I asked as we vegged on the couch watching whatever the hell it was that we were watching.
“Do you have a preference?”
Thinking it over, I couldn’t think of an actual date that mattered to me. All that did, was marrying her. “As soon as fucking possible?”
Turning back to face the television, she mulled this over. When she turned back again, she looked almost embarrassed, making me frown. Was she embarrassed about marrying me?
“I’ve always wanted a Halloween wedding,” she whispered, biting her lip.
Well that turned my frown upside down, Halloween was only a few weeks away. I had one stipulation though. “Done. This Halloween, and I get to plan it. All you have to do is turn up!”
Her eyes were hilariously wide as she sat staring at me with her mouth open. “You…actually want to plan the wedding?” I nodded with a grin. “As in do it all?”
“Yup, every last detail!” I already had a thousand ideas going around in my head. I’d need to get the others on board to help me get it all done, but I desperately wanted to do this for her.
Her parents hadn’t been at all interested when she called and told them that I’d proposed. They’d asked what I did instead and had hung up when she said I was a student too.
The next day, I’d been relaxing in Gramps swing – which was admittedly the most comfortable way to sit in this heat – when a bright yellow BMW convertible had pulled up and a couple had gotten out of it. They’d taken in my position – legs akimbo and hanging in the stirrups – and had sneered at me asking where their daughter was. If it hadn’t been for the fact that she looked a tiny bit like her mother, I’d have thought that they’d gotten lost.
When Sonya had walked out with Grams, they’d told her that it was unacceptable to marry a student ‘farm hand’ and that if she did, they were disowning her. She’d just shrugged and said okay and then walked back into the house like nothing had happened.
Gramps had taken matters into his own hands though and had whispered something in her father’s ear. Sure enough, that night they’d called singing a different tune. Apparently, they’d looked up the Townsend family and had decided that I was worthy of their daughter, or more to the point – my bank account was worthy of her. She’d told them to take a hike, hung up and burst out laughing. And that was it.
She might not be upset by what had happened, or if she was she wasn’t showing it, but I was. Who treated their kid like that? I knew that she’d had a difficult upbringing, but you’d have thought that at least a part of them treasured her for being everything that was her?
My family had made her one of us, and soon she’d legally be that too, but I wanted to do something for her and that something was plan the wedding so that she could enjoy it. If it was a Halloween wedding, so be it – so long as it was what she wanted, I’d do it!
Coming to a decision, she nodded. “Okay, you can do it. But I get to pick my own dress!”
“Deal!”
I needed to make some phone calls. A Halloween themed wedding sounded fun, but I didn’t have a lot of time.
THE END…
But keep reading, because it’s not ending right here!
The Invite
You are cordially invited to the wedding of Tom Townsend & Sonya Hart
The wedding will be held on October 31, 2018 at piersville church.
Please dress in formal attire - and in Halloween colors*.
The ceremony will begin at 2pm and will be followed by a sit-down dinner at the townsend ranch.
*Please note that this is not a costumed event. We merely request that you dress in colors fitting with a Halloween theme i.e. black, purple, orange, green etc.
Apology
I know, I know, everyone loves an epilogue, myself included. But, see – I kinda always wondered how a Halloweenie wedding would play out, especially a Townsend one.
Don’t send me mean messages please when I say what I’m about to say…I’m not doing an epilogue for this book (ducks down for cover and then peeks back up over my laptop).
Wait, ducks? Huh!
I could have given you a couple pages of epilogue, it would have been blah and meh though because really, I could give so much more in a novella, right?
So, ducks + novella, ducks + novella…Halloweenie wedding…
Coming October 2018 (yeah you read that right!)
Forever Ducked
Ducked - the word we all try to type out but autocorrect constantly ducks it up. Why won’t it just let us say that we’re ducking ducked off with all the mother duckers constantly ducking with us?
Ducked - those two lines on the test that your wife hasn’t seen yet.
Ducked - what everyone else thinks the world would be with more Townsends in it, but they just keep on multiplying.
Ducked – not understanding exactly what was meant by ‘themed wedding’ and keeping your bridal outfit a secret until you get to the church.
An unforgettable wedding, pictures that no one would believe if they hadn’t seen it for themselves, three babies, and a whole lot of other ducked up stuff.
Like the Townsend family, this Halloween in Piersville will never be forgotten.
See you there! Muchos smoochos – M xox
Acknowledgements
This time, I’m going to make it a general acknowledgement – no names, nada. Why? Because I have so many people that I want to thank and I’m afraid that I’ll forget someone.
To my friends and family – This year has been hard. In fact, it’s been the bitchiest of bitches. I’ve struggled with my health, I’ve struggled to adapt to the effects of the stroke, I’ve had huge life changes that have been so hard to get through at times, but you’ve all supported me and gotten me through it. Well, so far, because we’ve got another three months of the year left, but hey – I’m leaving it all behind me.
It’s been scary, it’s been exhausting, but most importantly it’s also been fun and an adventure thanks to all of you.
Thank you all for being my rocks and for helping me through it all.
Here’s to many more laughs and good times! Xox
To my readers – Like I said at the beginning in my dedication, after being unable to interact on social media, it was scary as hell when I came back.
Would people be pissed? Would they have given up?
It was just so daunting, and I think my first post was posted with my hands over my eyes and after days of drafting with friends. I’m a private person, I don’t like to post the finer details of life because meh we all go through hard times and good times and sometimes it’s nice to leave it behind and be the person who brings a laugh to your day. The support and beautiful messages that I received was unreal and completely unexpected, but the impact was huge.
Thank you for being you and for helping me keep living the dream. I love writing, I love trying new things, and I have so much planned book wise in the near future.
Just – thank you!
M xox
#BornBlessed
About the Author
Guess what? I’m writing a new one of these.
I’m a British author who grew up all over the world. My parents were diplomats, so we were posted to all of the corners of the earth and it was a blast. Some wouldn’t seem so awesome if you heard about them, but my parents always made it a fun experience and it molded my brother and I into who we are today.
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