by Andie Lea
With a childlike grin on her lips, she placed her hand in mine, allowing me to escort her outside. The tent had already been set up and the guards were attentively watching everyone pouring in.
Via stared up at me. “Wow, I had no idea you liked this many people.”
“They are not here for me, baby. They showed up to see you.”
“Me? Why are they here to see me?”
I could no longer hide my grin. “I guess you could call it a bet. My coworkers could not believe that I was marrying a woman.”
Glaring at me for a few seconds, she busted out laughing once her mind processed my words.
“People thought you were gay? Oh, that is classic!”
“Yes, and that bit of news you shared during your vow was the icing on the cake, putting an end to their damned bet.” Picking her up, I carried her into the tent. I looked down at the confusion written on her face, and explained, “I am carrying you over every single threshold we come across for the next twenty-four hours.”
“There you are! Where in the hell have you guys been?” Amanda shouted at us. The second I placed my wife back on to her feet, my sister grabbed a hold of our hands, led us to our table, and demanded we sit.
“She is a domineering little thing. It must be genetics,” Via whispered into my ear the second my sister dashed away from us.
I tried to contain my smile as I observed everyone in the room. Some were sitting and others were walking around to mingle.
“Hey bud, we need you up on the stage now.” My wife’s Uncle James interrupted my thoughts.
Standing up, I kissed her lips and followed him to the stage to stand in front of the microphone. Tapping on it, the room fell silent and all eyes were on me.
“Good evening everyone. You have no idea how much it means to my wife and I you all decided to stick around considering the incident that occurred earlier. Everything is under control. I guess you could say what happened today was the perfect example of how you cannot choose who you are related to.” I removed the microphone from its stand and continued speaking.
“Via and I would like to thank you all for joining us in the celebration of our marriage. Enjoy your dinner, party hard, and please make yourself at home. Thank you.”
* * * *
Soon after everyone finished up with the dessert course, my sister strolled on to the stage and spoke into the microphone. “Alright everyone, before my brother and beautiful new sister-in-law open their gifts, the bride will first share a dance with her father.”
Mister Johnson walked up to our table moments before Jim’s band began to play. Without any hesitation, Via stood and took a hold of her father’s hand. He led her out on to the dance floor, balancing her feet on top of his and holding her frame close to him. I watched them carefully, noticing him touching her stomach. They must be talking about our baby. The second I saw tears twinkling down my wife’s cheeks, I moved to stand until he whispered something into her ear and she laughed.
“How is Via feeling after all of this?” a voice interjected my thoughts.
Looking up, I saw Madison’s smiling face and Charlie standing behind her with his arm in a sling.
I motioned for them to sit. “She is taking everything better than I had expected. She even made amends with her mother. What can I say, my wife is growing up.” I peeled my eyes off her to look at them.
“I cannot thank the two of you enough for saving mine and my wife’s lives today. If there is anything I can do for you at all, just say the word.”
Madison lightly bit her lip. “Actually, there is, but we would understand if you won’t be up to it.”
I gazed at them, a line between my eyebrows forming. “What is it?”
“Charlie would like some time off to recuperate, spend some alone time with his woman, maybe even elope,” Madison chimed in, shyly smiling.
Before I could even respond, I had to stand up from my chair because Mister Johnson was escorting Via back to our table.
“Now the bride and groom will share their first dance as husband and wife,” Amanda chirped through the microphone.
I smiled at Via. “Do you think your heart will be able to withstand another dance? Since you have a birthday in a week, I wouldn’t want you to over exhaust yourself. Should you sit down for a minute? Would you like a glass of water?”
Rolling her eyes, she smacked me across the face. “Shut up and dance with me, Mister Rayner!”
Reeling her body closer to my own, I waited until Jim’s band started back up to twirl her around the dance floor. We moved to the rhythm of the music just like we had at the Jet Mirage, one of the best nights of my life—meeting and falling in love with Olivia. Setting eyes on her ignited a spark in my soul. She became a prized possession. I had to have her!
“Are you feeling alright, baby?” Her curiosity crashed through my thoughts.
I couldn’t help but smile as I stared into her eyes. “I was just thinking about how fucking lucky I am to have you in my life, Mrs. Rayner.”
Playfully batting those beautifully long eyelashes of hers, she grinned at me. “Oh, really. The honeymoon sex was playing in my mind.”
“Leave it to you to always be so fervent to get in my pants!”
She rolled her eyes. “Just wait until the pregnancy hormones kick in. I will see to it that you wake up in the middle of the night with me on top of you, screaming your name.”
My manhood hardened and I practically stumbled after hearing my wife speak those words. “Mrs. Rayner, how dare you erect your husband in the middle of the dance floor and in front of a crowd I may add.”
“Just call it a little payback for not telling me where we are going on our honeymoon. Normal couples make this decision together, but do we? Of course not!”
I rolled my eyes at her attempt to be dramatic. “Olivia Rayner, you of all people should know we are anything but a couple with any sense of normalcy. I need you to trust me on this. You are going to love where we are going, I promise.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
A couple of hours later, everyone was standing outside to see us off. I heard the pounding of Via’s heart as I held her to my chest, making my way towards the car.
“This is ridiculous. You are making me feel like such a child!” She was growing agitated as she peered up at the sky with her arms crossed over her breasts.
“You cannot say that I didn’t warn you, Mrs. Rayner, when I told you every threshold, which is exactly what I meant.”
Mister Johnson opened the passenger side door of the Super Sport for me, grinning the second his eyes fell on his daughter. “Enjoy your honeymoon, sweetheart.”
Via smiled at her father and scowled at me. “You told my father!”
I set my wife down on to the seat, kissing her sweet lips. “I had to get approval from somebody, Mrs. Rayner.” I shut the car door before she protested.
Before making my way to the other side of the vehicle, I walked up to Charlie and shook his uninjured hand. “Take all the time you need, Charlie. You and Madison both deserve it for what the two of you did for Via and me earlier. Thanks again.”
* * * *
Driving to the airport, I did not turn into the entrance. Instead, I took a different route that would take us straight to my jet. I glanced over at Via who was already staring at me as if I had lost my marbles.
“It is much quicker this way.”
“You have your own jet too? Why am I not surprised by any of this?”
A grin appeared on my lips. “I have an odd collection, yes, but I bought the jet because I hate waiting. When I had to fly through an airline the day we parted from Vegas and during our recent trip to Aspen, it just about killed me. I would rather be aboard the comfort of my plane. I am not one for crowds unless I get to boss them around.”
She playfully rolled her eyes. “You are such a control-freak.”
“Oh baby, you have no idea!”
Pulling the car a few feet away from the jet, I put th
e car in park and killed the engine. I climbed out and strolled around to the passenger side to open the door. I reached around my wife’s body to unlock her seat belt, scooping her gorgeous ass out of the car.
“Alright, this is a little absurd. Since when do jets have thresholds?” She rolled her eyes. “The airport staff is going to believe your wife is immobile!”
A grin stretched upon my lips as I slung her over my shoulder, trotting up the small flight of stairs into the plane. My free hand tapped her ass right before setting her back on to her feet.
“Will you please tell me where we are going now?”
Reeling her body closer to mine, and softly kissing her delectable lips, I reminded her, “You promised to trust me, Mrs. Rayner.”
“Ryan, I trust you with my life, but you know damn well how much I loathe surprises!” She pushed my jacket off me.
Is she trying to get into my pants already?
“I want to show you something.” I held my hand out to her.
Once she grasped on to me, I led her towards the back, opening up a door to reveal a cozy bedroom. The king-sized bed had red and light pink rose petals positioned into a shape of a heart smack dab in the middle. Flameless candles gave the room a sweet, vanilla aroma. A gift box with wrapping paper matching the color of her dress sat on her side of the bed.
“You can open that later. I have something else in mind for you.”
Still having a solid grip on her hand, I escorted her past our bed and into the private bathroom, turning around before she could see anything. I pulled out a bright pink blindfold, smiling a little at the thought of her cross back home.
Making sure her eyes had been covered, I began to kiss her jaw and made my way to her lips. I stopped and spun her body around. Just before unzipping her dress and watching it fall to the floor, I let my index finger trace the skin of her back. My hands wandered their way to her hips and all the way around to her belly, which was beginning to harden. I couldn’t keep my heart from skipping a beat from the mere fact my wife was carrying our baby.
I pressed my lips to the outer part of her ear and whispered, “Olivia Rayner, you are an amazing wife. I cannot wait to see how much of an extraordinary mother you will be, but as of this moment, you are going to relax and forget all of your troubles—the events from earlier today, the baby, worrying about where we are going—all of that anxiety is going to come to a screeching halt now.”
Stripping off the rest of my clothes, I led her over to the bathtub that was already full of bubbles and sprinkled with rose petals.
Instead of removing the blindfold, I continued to block her vision by picking her up and making sure to be careful when I set her down into the warm water.
“Mm, this feels amazing, baby…”
I climbed in and sat across from her, grabbing a hold of her feet and beginning to massage them.
“No baby, you are amazing. Thank you for marrying me today.”
“I should be the one thanking you. You could have changed your mind about saying ‘I do’ this evening.” I watched as a look of uneasiness took over her face.
“Why Mrs. Rayner, I believe I told you there will be no stressing out for the next few days. It isn’t healthy for you or our baby.” I kissed her lips. “Please do not force me to punish you on our honeymoon.”
Pulling off the blindfold, she tossed it behind her and cupped my face between her delicate palms. “I love you with all of my heart, Ryan Rayner, but I am afraid you are the worrywart here.” She was grinning. “Now, are you going to tell me where it is we are going or should I go have a little chat with the captain before we are cleared for takeoff—birthday suit, dripping wet and all.” Sitting back, she folded her arms.
I could see she was waiting for me to cave. Damn! She knows me so well. “You do not play fair, Mrs. Rayner. You know how I feel about you seducing my staff.” I sighed.
Without saying a word, she moved as if to stand up. I took a hold of her hands that were on either side of the tub. “Since you must know, I am taking you to what they call the Garden Isle—the fourth largest island of Hawaii, Kauai. It’s private but not too secluded from civilization.” Playfully grinning, I went on to inform her, “Do not think for a minute that I am going to allow you to be lazy. I have the whole week planned out for us.”
Wrapping her arms around my neck, she pressed her lips against mine. “Thank you. Now, was it really that difficult to tell me that?”
“No, I just love keeping you in the dark because it annoys you.” I kissed her on the lips just to make her swoon.
Pushing me away, she scowled while turning her body around. “You may rub my shoulders and back now, Mister Rayner.”
Grabbing the nearby loofah and covering it with her favorite shower gel, I lathered her back and worked my way up to her shoulders.
“Do you have any idea how much I want you, Mrs. Rayner?”
“Do you want our first time having sex as husband and wife to be in the bathtub on your jet?” Moving her body, she turned to face me again.
“Our jet, and you are absolutely right.”
Prior to stepping out, I brought her hands up to my lips and kissed them. “You enjoy the rest of your bath and take all the time you want. I will be waiting for you in the room.”
* * * *
My manhood hardened when, approximately an hour later, my glowing wife opened the bathroom door to reveal her appetizing figure wrapped in a towel. Seeing her hair dripping water down her shoulders and on to her breasts was one of the biggest turn-ons.
“Why are you staring at me? Do I have something on my face?” A line between her eyebrows was forming out of worry.
Strolling up to her, I wrapped my arms around her clean body and kissed her lips, then pulled away. “Yes, you do—my lips.” I trailed kisses along her jaw.
Before she could speak a single word, and without removing my lips from hers, I led her over to the bed.
“Oh Via, we still have yet a long flight ahead of us and I have wanted you since the second I laid eyes on you wearing that dress. Whatever shall I do to you?”
She pushed me away from her with a grin on her face. “You will do nothing to me until we agree on it.”
My eyes bulged out of my head as she stood out of bed, threw on some clothes, and trotted out of the room. Holy fucking shit! My wife just shot me down and left the room, causing me to crave her even more. Sitting in the chair closest to her, I could see her devilish smirk as she stared out the window. Alright Mrs. Rayner, what in the hell are you up to?
She looked back and into my eyes. “Before you even ask, I am not up to anything. I want our first time officially as husband and wife to be more special than airplane sex.”
“I couldn’t agree with you more, Mrs. Rayner. I am willing to wait for you, but not too long.” I took hold of her hand.
Before I could pull her on to my lap, I dropped her hand and dashed to the bathroom, hardly making it to the toilet to barf. Holy shit! What in the hell is happening to me?
I heard Via’s heels making their way closer and stopping at the doorway. As much as I wanted to, I couldn’t look at her due to the fact that I was still heaving with my head buried in the porcelain. Her heels clanked their way over to the sink, and she turned on the water.
She knelt beside me and I felt a cold cloth on the back of my neck. “Thank you for taking over the morning sickness, baby.”
“Don’t mention it.” Raising my head, I stared up at her.
She cooled me down even more by placing the chilled fabric on my forehead and cheeks. “I read that men can feel pregnancy symptoms. Call it the hormones, but I think it is fucking sexy.”
A line in my eyebrows formed. “The rose petal bath I had drawn for you didn’t have any effect whatsoever, but me hurling my guts out sparked your libido?”
“Just brush your teeth and meet me in the room.” Rolling her eyes, she trotted out of the room, making sure to lift her skirt to reveal her bare ass.
Holy fuck! Is that a tattoo I see on her cheek?
I rushed through brushing my teeth, because for one, I was dying to know what this tattoo of hers was, and secondly, my dick was aching for my wife!
* * * *
“It is about time you get your ass in here!” she yelled out the moment I walked into the room. “What in the hell did you do, brush each tooth individually?”
I dove on to the bed, clambering on top of her naked body. “It wasn’t even three minutes. Someone has had a change of heart.”
“Why Mister Rayner, I believe you are wasting so much time with this chit-chat, you have left me no choice but to silence you.” Running her fingers through my hair, she tightened her grip and pulled my face away from hers.
In one swift motion, my lips were pressing against her sex. I groaned out of pleasure as my hands made their way to her legs, spreading them wider. My tongue worked its magic on her as she began to quiver. Removing my hands from her leg, they crept upwards and squeezed her breasts. I swirled my fingertips around her nipples as I licked and sucked her sex.
“Ryan, pretty please, now!” she begged, flexing her hips to let me know she was burning for me.
Since it was our wedding night, I decided to play nice and permitted her to have her way.
Backing up off the bed, my feet landed on the floor. I took a hold of one of her ankles and flipped her onto her stomach. Making sure she didn’t land too hard, I pulled her close enough so her ass was bent over the bed. Spreading her legs further apart with my foot, I rammed my manhood into her, holding on to her hips as I thrust. I had no idea how she managed to become so wet by the time my sex entered her. She never ceased to amaze me with her readiness. My wife knocked me out of my own thoughts when she pushed her ass into my stomach as I thrust.
I brought my hand up as if to smack her, but stopped the second I peered down at her ink. It looked tribal, small, but big enough to read the lettering surrounding the top and bottom of the image. Ryan’s forever.
“When in the hell did you get a tattoo?”
This woman was so damn lucky we had a whole week to ourselves for sex, seeing as how I had become too distracted by her ink that bore my name.
