Owning Sarah [Sequel to Loving Sarah] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)
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The ceremony had been flawless. Judge Richard P. Walters had presided and had even consented to include Adam in the exchange of vows, although in a short speech prior to Sarah’s walk down the aisle, he had explained to the assembled guests that while polyandrous relationships were becoming more and more common, the law had yet to catch up with the concept. Therefore, while Sarah was committing herself to two men in the eyes of the world, in the eyes of the law, she was only marrying one. The three of them had written their own vows omitting, of course, all references to the kinkier aspects of their relationship. Sarah did, however, promise to obey.
The wedding supper, catered by Porky’s Bar-B-Q and served buffet style, had been a big hit. Their pit master had slow-roasted two one-hundred-and-fifty-pound hogs in a specially built brick barbecue pit out on the new kitchen patio. The mouthwatering aroma of roasting pork had permeated the air, working up everyone’s appetite. By the time supper was served, the guests were ravenous. In addition to the pork, the meal also featured chicken, fried catfish, and hush puppies, and an endless variety of typical Southern side dishes, including coleslaw, potato salad, baked beans, and macaroni and cheese.
It was now nearly two a.m. yet nobody seemed inclined to leave. People were still eating, still talking, still dancing. An eclectic mix of bikers, spec ops soldiers, cops, church-goers, kinksters, and just plain, ordinary folks hanging out together, enjoying each other’s company. “What time does our plane leave again?” Sarah asked as she and Jesse watched Adam stride across the lawn toward them, his tuxedo jacket hanging from his index finger over his shoulder.
“Not until six p.m. tonight,” Jesse reassured her. “Don’t worry, sugar, we’re not gonna miss it.”
“I wasn’t worried about that,” she said, “I’m just hoping we’ll have time to get some sleep first. I’m beyond exhausted.”
“You can sleep on the plane. It’s a five-hour flight to London.”
London. The first of twelve major cities in twelve different countries on their four-month honeymoon tour of Europe. They’d get home just in time for Thanksgiving, which, they already knew, they would be spending with the O’Rourkes. So much to look forward to.
She lifted her face up to Adam’s for a long, slow kiss, but when he leaned in to press his body against the front of hers, she pushed him away. “Ew-w-w, you’re all hot and sweaty! Get away from me, you pervert, you’ll ruin my dress!”
Adam’s lips quirked as he looked at a grinning Jesse and winked. “Can you tell we’re married? Only yesterday, bein’ hot and sweaty was a good thing.”
“Yesterday I wasn’t wearing a ten-thousand-dollar designer wedding gown,” Sarah countered.
“No problem,” Jesse chimed in. “We’ll just take it off.”
“Ha ha. Who won the football game?” she asked Adam.
“Those guys cheat!” he said, pouting like a six-year-old who’d just found out there was no Santa Claus. But his pout changed instantly to a triumphant grin. “But not as bad as we do. Thirty-five to six!” he crowed. “They never knew what hit ’em!”
Sarah and Jesse laughed. Then Jesse released her and took her right hand. “C’mon, sugar, let’s go tell everyone time’s up, they have to go home.’
“Jesse!” she exclaimed in mock horror, punching him in the arm. “You will not be rude to our guests!”
“What rude?” he asked with exaggerated innocence. “They came for a weddin’. Weddin’s over. Been over for hours.”
“He has a point,” Adam agreed, taking her left hand. “This is now, officially, the wedding night. And I’m reasonably certain none of these people were invited to the wedding night.”
“Now, don’t get us wrong, baby,” Jesse placated, “we love these people, but there’s not one single one of ’em we’d invite to tag along with us on our weddin’ night.”
“Unless…”Adam let the word trail off as he put a pensive finger over the corner of his mouth, “there’s always Solo. He’s done scenes with us before.”
“Right. And don’t forget Jay. Or Nik.”
“And what about Brian and Lisa? They might be up for it. Get it? Up for it?”
“Ha ha, yes, very funny.”
“Are you done?” Sarah asked when they’d finished laughing like hyenas.
Jesse and Adam sobered, straightening their ties, shooting their cuffs, and smoothing their hands down the fronts of the tuxedo jackets, giving every impression of being reasonable men. “Yes, I do believe so,” Jesse managed with a straight face.
“Then come on,” she said, tugging on their hands and pulling them across the lawn toward the main pavilion, where Solo and Cassie and a whole bunch of others were still dancing.
“Where we goin’?” Jesse wanted to know.
“Where do you think?” Sarah replied gleefully. Two can play this game. “We’re going to go ask them!”
THE END
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Julie has always loved stories, both reading and writing them. A career as a children’s librarian eventually led to her dream career as a freelance storyteller and puppeteer, a business she operated successfully for twenty-five years. During that time she created and wrote all the original material for a monthly language arts resource newsletter for early childhood educators. For that endeavor she won the prestigious EDPRESS Award, given by the Educational Press Association of America. She has also written other resource materials for preschool and early elementary teachers.
Now she writes erotic romances, thus following the basic children’s-performer-to-erotica-author career path blazed by so many of her fellow writers.
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