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 ear against the door to listen and make sure that he’d gone, I almost had a heart attack when a voice yelled through it. “It’s fucking Tate, you Belieber!”
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 h
adn’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.
Forever Ducked
Tom & Sonya pt. 2
Ducked - the word we all try to type out but auto-correct 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.
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.
Chapter 1
Tom
“I don’t see why he couldn’t just meet us at my house,” I repeated for the billionth time as we all walked up to Brett and Sabine’s house.
It was mine and Sonya’s ‘end of freedom’ party tonight and I just wanted to get it over and done with. I hadn’t wanted a bachelor party and neither had Sonya – well, a bachelorette party – but my family had insisted. Because they were also assholes, they’d also renamed it that damn name. It wasn’t the end of our freedom, it was the beginning of our together and I just wanted it to happen so that she was legally mine. I also had issues with patience, big issues, so this waiting shit was driving me insane. Whose idea was it to not elope to Vegas? Well, both of ours because she wanted a Halloween wedding and I couldn’t say no to her. Fuck it!
Walking up to the door, we heard Brett yelling from inside and I almost fell over my feet.
“I want a divorce! I know you said that I needed to give it time, but I think I’ve been more than patient with this constant bullshit, don’t you?”
Looking over at the rest of my family who were all wide-eyed with the shock, I pressed my ear closer to the door. Some might say to give them privacy, I said fuck that. This was serious!
Brett
Walking around in circles in front of Sabine, I dragged my hand through my hair and tried to calm down.
She was just standing against the wall with her arms crossed waiting for me to get it out of my system. This was normal for us now because we’d been here so many times before, but this time I was serious – I really was.
Taking in a deep breath, I repeated it. “I’m getting a divorce. I’ve contacted a lawyer and although it’s unusual, he says that he can look into it for me.”
Sabine just watched me and then nodded. “If that’s what you want, then tell him to proceed. I still think that you need to truly consider what you’re saying and the impact that it will have on BJ. Right now, we’re stronger together and…”
Tom
“Well? Can you hear what they’re talking about?” Gramps asked, pressing himself against my back.
“Jesus, man,” I snapped, giving him a push away from me. “Stop pressing your crotch against my ass. It’s disgusting!”
“Not anymore it’s not,” he shrugged. He was way too fucking proud of this if you asked me. “In fact, your Gram told me…”
“Stop talking,” Tate choked. “Please, just stop. I can’t take any more talk about your balls or your sex swing.”
“It’s not a sex swing, it’s a swing to help people of an advanced age,” Gramps snapped. “Get your head out of the gutter, boy! It also never too late to try something new.”
“I’m not sure that that’s true,” Tate shuddered.
“Why don’t you come and give it a whirl?”
Seeing that an argument was about to start – again – I distracted them with what I’d just heard.
“She said something about a BJ.”
All of the males standing behind me winced and nodded in sympathy. We really were a bunch of twats, but I guess it was a guy thing.
“That’ll about do it,” Gramps sighed, and then suddenly stood straight with a smile on his face. “Your Grams can’t get enough of mine since I had it done. I’ll get the details from her and we can book Brett in. Once Sabine sees it, she won’t be able to get enough, and it’ll be okay!”
I was pretty sure that Brett would kill him, but he had a point – a disgusting, traumatizing point.
I was about to reply when Gramps pressed himself up against my ass again, and as I turned to shove him away, he lost his footing and took me with him. Cole and Taint were standing behind us too, so the four of us fell onto the ground in front of the porch. Taking the brunt of the impact, Taint heaved out the oxygen in his lungs and then started swinging.
Never one to take punches from family members, we all retaliated, and a fight followed with the other men trying to break us apart. Gramps was a fucking dirty fighter as he used his knuckles to give us wicked Charlie horses on our thighs. The Townsend men fought each other differently. We didn’t go for punches to the face and wherever we could reach. Oh no, we went for the funny bone, gave each other cramp, and on the odd occasion we went for the balls – that was never intentional, it was just an added bonus.
We were all so wrapped up in getting the upper hand, that we missed what was said afterward.
Maybe if we hadn’t, poor Brett wouldn’t have found himself drunk in a car the very next morning…
Brett
“Fuck that!” I roared. I hated taking this out on her, but she needed to know why I’d reached my limit. “I don’t give a shit about stronger together.” Was that a noise outside? Probably one of the family’s freaky pets. Looking over at Mufasa who sniffing his ass, I winced – he fit in perfectly with the rest of them, and I was the one who’d brought him home. Their crazy was rubbing off on me. Refocusing on the problem at hand, I filled her in on the day’s events so that she’d understand. “Do you know what he tried to do today? Do you?” I lowered my voice because it wasn’t actually her fault that this had al
l come about. If anything, she was my sanity through all of the headaches that my family gave me.
Shaking her head, she moved away from the wall and came up and put her arms around me. “Which one are we talking about?”
Keeping my voice low so that we wouldn’t wake up baby Jack in his car seat, I hugged her back and relayed the day's nightmare. “Remember how Tate let the cat out of the bag about Grams’ Fifty Shades of Grey book?” Her head was against my chest when she nodded, and I smiled at the comfort that it gave me. “Remember when Grams tried to get Gramps to go for Scrotox?” She snorted and nodded again. What I was about to tell her next though was life-altering, so I tightened my arms around her. “His punishment was to go and get it done, or he’d have to spend three months with Tate.” Her gasp was understandable. Three months with Tate was like nine years in Sing Sing Correctional Facility. Torture, mayhem, and insanity with a helluva lot of regret for your actions. I felt that every time I’d had to go and visit them for work. “So, he obviously chose the Scrotox. Today, he comes staggering over to us because he says he’s ‘still bruised from the thousand injections’ in his nuts, and then goes into graphic detail about how different they look and how much my grandmother loves it.”
Her soothing rubbing up and down my back distracted me for a couple of seconds until she spoke. “That’s not too bad. Not enough to warrant a divorce from them al…”
“He showed us.” Her responding full body jerk was indicator enough that this really was as traumatic as I’d thought it was. “Just dropped his pants, put a foot on the table and showed us,” my voice cracked on the last bit. “Then he started to wiggle a bit and describe in great detail what had gone down with Grams just before he’d come over…” I was close to hyperventilating at the memory. “We never saw it coming. I was just sitting eating a donut, and then there were do-nuts in my face…” I took a deep breath, trying not to break down. In all of my years, my family hadn’t broken me yet – but this was different. “I’ll never eat another donut. I loved those things, too.”
Providence Series Books 5-7 Page 33
