“Please?” she begged.
Rae hesitated for only a fraction of an instant. “Well, you are eighteen…” she hedged from making an actual promise.
“Oh thank you,” the teen said gratefully.
“You are only with us for Easter Vacation,” she reminded the teen.
“We can do a lot in that short amount of time,” the teen said with absolute certainty.
* * * * *
They did do a lot too while they had the chance. Ellen showed her around Gigitech and Animated Studios, showing her Ryan’s legacy. She also saw first-hand that Ellen was an active partner when she listened in on a few meetings and Ellen was able to not only read the schematics but discuss them actively and make a few suggestions. She re-evaluated her opinion of the redhead. She had thought she was merely a paper-pushing partner and that her father had all the creative genes. She saw now that Ellen not only could create but she took her father’s vision one step further. She wasn’t shy about sharing the accolades either. She made sure if it was Ryan’s idea it got promoted as such, if it was part of his teams they got the credit.
“I’d like to help Rae if you decide to go ahead with the non-profit,” she told Ellen as they sat out on the patio at their home in Rolling Hills Estates.
Ellen cocked open an eye from where she was laying on her lounger, enjoying a rare afternoon off. She had to pretend that she didn’t hear the entire conversation between them on the plane. “That’s up to Rae if she wants to take it,” she told her. She could at least let the teen think that the adults had discussed it.
“Can’t you make her or something?” she asked pettishly. She was slathering her face with something the dermatologist Rae had taken her to, had prescribed for her skin. In the three days she had been using it optimistically she swore she saw a difference.
Ellen chuckled. “Nope, I can’t make Rae do anything she doesn’t want to do. It’s her choice.”
“But it’s such a good cause,” she nearly whined.
Ellen looked with both eyes on her young guest. She was enjoying her visit and her enthusiasm. She did have a great head on her shoulders. For once she was actually looking forward to the idea of using Ryan’s essence to create babies from him. She enjoyed the idea that Rae would be carrying their child. She hadn’t told her yet but the way she had felt years ago, the fears no longer ruled her. “I don’t own Rae. She’s her own woman. I love her, I respect her, her decisions I will respect.”
“She’s so hard-headed,” the teen lamented.
“She’s equally matched,” Ellen commented with a grin.
Iris had to agree with her father’s best friend. She was as hard-headed as her fiancée. Both women had shown her how to be strong without being an asshole. She’d heard so many rumors about Ellen Christenson both in her company and through the research she herself had done over the years. She realized Ellen hadn’t been afraid to meet her, merely busy. She effortlessly ran the two companies that she and Ryan had founded.
Later they met Bill Cartland when Ellen attempted to show Iris the house her father had lived in. The meeting was a disaster as Bill had moved in one of his revolving boyfriends and they had decorated the place like a harem. It was disgusting and Ellen quickly removed the teen from the house. “I’m sorry about that,” Ellen apologized as she drove away from the house in the Maserati. “How about I show you the apartment in the city instead?” she offered. They ended up staying the night in the City as Ellen related stories about Ryan and showed her places they had visited. On one of the final few days of Iris’ visit, they drove to Tahoe so she could see the cabin they had purchased for getaways.
“This is fabulous,” Iris said, unconsciously imitating her father and Ellen nearly laughed out loud at her exuberance. It was a fine cabin with a butterscotch veneer to the woods used inside the building.
As Rae put her arms around Ellen as they viewed the lake from their wide porch she whispered in her ear. “Still thinking about doing a charity?”
Ellen turned slightly so she could look into her fiancée’s eyes as she answered. “Interested in heading up such an endeavor?” she countered.
“I think I might be,” she confessed.
“Really?”
“Really.”
“Any particular reason why now?” Ellen asked in surprise.
“If we are going to have children someday like her,” she nodded at the teen talking to some of the neighbors on their dock. “I think I want to do a few things before we settle down to that.”
“So you aren’t disgusted by Ryan’s cooties?” Ellen teased as she leaned into Rae’s embrace.
Rae snorted through her nose in laughter. “I think having children with you, being married to you is going to be an adventure. I’m up for the job, all the jobs,” she smiled and Ellen could feel it against her neck. She shivered slightly as desire began to follow the sensation.
“When would you like to start?” Ellen asked cautiously. She reached behind them both to pull Rae’s body closer to her own. The days were warm up here but the nights were cool in the mountains. The warmth, the heat of Rae’s body was…distracting.
“On the family or the charity?”
Ellen chuckled at her fiancées sally. “Whatever you want my love, whatever you want,” she promised her.
CHAPTER THIRTY TWO
MARRIAGE
Rae managed to plan and execute a beautiful and touching wedding for the two of them in June. They invited a few hundred people that they both knew. Some of Rae’s friends were still leery of Ellen, having known her from the previous time they had been a couple. They were surprised to discover a different Ellen, so much so that she had proposed to their friend.
Most of Ellen’s friends were from her companies or were business acquaintances. Her side of the outdoor ceremony were the whose who of Silicon Valley as well as all over the world. Their respect for this tech mogul was obvious.
“Do you Ellen Christenson take Rae…” the justice of the peace droned on under the canopy that Rae and Iris had erected in the backyard of Ellen’s home. The raised platform made the two participants clearly visible to the congregated friends and family.
Ellen had met Rae’s mother and father just the previous evening and while they weren’t thrilled that their daughter was marrying a woman, they were happy that she was happy. They welcomed Ellen into their family.
“Does this mean we’re gazillionaires?” Rae’s little brother asked when he was introduced to Ellen.
Ellen looked at Rae in alarm and saw the humor in her fiancées eyes. She laughed at the young man, not much older that Iris and answered, “Well, when I make gazillionaire status your sister will be one too with me.”
That seemed to excite the boy for some reason and Ellen was amused.
“Is there something I should know?” Ellen asked Rae later.
“About?” Rae asked as she looked over the last of the plans for the wedding. They were sitting in the den going over a few last details.
“Gazillionaire?” she reminded her, she was still amused at the enthusiasm of the young man. He’d met Iris who had been here for the past couple of weeks helping them plan the wedding. In a month they would be starting the non-profit charity to help disaster victims. They had decided to call it the Mahoney-Sheehan Disaster Relief Foundation. It would start off on a small scale but would be able to jet in a team when necessary. They could almost consider the Oakley disaster their trial run. Because Ellen didn’t want people to think it was named after her they had decided to use Ryan’s last name and Ellen’s mother’s.
“Oh, that’s just Rob being funny,” she dismissed.
“You never really told me about Rob,” she asked, she was beginning to feel a little uneasy.
Rae looked up from the list she was going over. She’d checked it twice before and it didn’t need her to go over it once again. “What is there to tell?”
“Babe, I’m just curious, he’s nearly twenty years younger than you are a
nd he’s asking about money?” she tilted her head sideways, feeling the old feelings coming up from long ago. Her distrust of someone this close to her talking about her money made her uneasy. She trusted Rae but she had to wonder about this unexpected development.
“Rob was an ‘oops.’ I was born when Mom was eighteen; she was thirty eight when she got pregnant with Rob. They thought she couldn’t have any more children,” she explained easily. She could hear a tone in Ellen’s voice and wondered at it as she gazed steadily into her fiancées eyes and explained. “Rob is just enthusiastic.”
“You signed the pre-nup,” Ellen pointed out; she was still puzzled over the odd conversation.
“Of course I signed a pre-nup. I don’t want your money,” she was starting to feel angry over this conversation about money. She knew that Ellen was a billionaire, several times over. She didn’t want her money. It was why she had insisted on a reasonable sum when they worked out the agreement over the Mahoney-Sheehan Disaster Relief Foundation, so she had her own monies and didn’t have to rely on Ellen’s.
“I know you don’t,” of that Ellen was certain. She had never been after her money. She felt terrible for bringing this up, especially the night before their marriage. “I’m sorry, call it wedding jitters or something but he unnerved me with his talking about money.”
Rae got up from the desk where she was working. She came over to Ellen and drew her up from the chair she was sitting in. “Do you trust me?” she asked softly, seeing something in Ellen’s eyes that she remembered from long ago, an almost fear.
“With my life,” Ellen confirmed without hesitation.
“Then trust me that Rob is just a young idiot and awed by the money and power you wield. You don’t even realize how easily you do it. You are used to it. Rob and my family come from a modest means. He’s just fantasizing. I never want your money, I want you, only you,” she said emphatically.
Ellen was relieved. It was enough. She didn’t need to dominate this situation. She could be vulnerable, she could make her worries known and Rae wouldn’t run from them. She was her mate, her helpmate, her lover, her equal. She loved her without question. The pre-nup had just been a legal bit of paperwork that the lawyers insisted and Rae had insisted on. She said in ten years it wouldn’t matter anyway. Ellen had to agree. She would have given half of everything to Rae but she insisted that for all appearances she didn’t want anyone to think she was marrying her for her money.
Ellen spent the evening with a few associates from work, being feted as the ‘groom’ but since both brides would be wearing white wedding dresses the following day she found that amusing. They drank lightly, had transportation so that no one would be drinking and driving, and had what Ellen considered totally ‘nerdy’ conversations. It was a pleasant evening and she was in bed in the hotel before midnight.
“Do you Rae…” the justice of the peace was continuing. Rae couldn’t remember hearing Ellen’s responses. Her hands were cold. She couldn’t believe this was happening. She was marrying Ellen! Her hands squeezed Ellen’s at some point and the returned squeeze allowed her to say, “I do,” without too much of a pause between the question and her answer.
Dancing later under the moonlight of the almost perfect wedding day, which Rae assured everyone she had ordered, was the end of a fantastic day and evening for everyone. It had been beautiful, it had been heartfelt, and many an eye was full of tears. The worst drama was with Bill Cartland, Ryan’s ex-boyfriend who cried copiously as he assured everyone that he would miss ‘his’ sister Ellen. Rae’s parents rolled eyes at his antics and Ellen found herself amused to realize that Rae exactly duplicated that action.
“Well we are married, now what?” Ellen asked as she leaned back on the bed of their hotel room. They had wanted to sleep in their own bed but with all the guests in and out of the house they knew they wouldn’t get any sleep so they had left home to spend their wedding night in a nice hotel.
“Now,” Rae said as she began to unbutton her fine white dress. “Now we begin our wedding night,” she said softly with a smirk as she did a small strip tease for her wife.
Ellen was amused. She was also enraptured as she watched the dress come off. Rae was wearing her garters, one of which had been rolled off and thrown at the reception following their late afternoon wedding. As the stockings were slowly rolled down Rae’s legs Ellen found herself licking her lips in anticipation.
“Let’s get this off of you,” Rae whispered as she saw Ellen frozen from removing her own frilly dress. She had to admit, Ellen had chosen a beautiful Vera Wang and its lace and silk combination with her red hair was striking. Her heart had leapt into her throat when she saw her coming up the aisle in their makeshift outdoor chapel. Her white porcelain skin had actually looked tanned against the sheer white of the wedding dress. Her hands reached for the mother of pearl buttons holding Ellen’s dress closed. She felt nervous for some reason, her hands shaking as Ellen made no attempt to stop her, she made no attempt to help her either. Instead she reached for Rae’s nearly naked body, clad only in the white slip that hid her underwear from Ellen’s view.
Ellen slipped the full length slip over her wife’s head after hiking it up her body. Her gasp at seeing her wife…her wife’s body, was heard by both of them. “Gawd you’re beautiful,” she whispered reverently.
“Why is your dress taking longer to remove than mine did?” Rae complained good-naturedly.
“Good things come to those who wait,” Ellen quipped with a grin as she reached to unclasp her wife’s push-up bra. She nuzzled the cleavage until it was released and she quickly removed the bra despite her wife’s attempts at trying to remove her dress. She could hear the frustration in Rae's breathing at how difficult it was becoming to undo the buttons. She now knew why she had almost been late to her own wedding. Getting into this dress had been a nightmare. She couldn’t help but touch the sentient skin; she saw goosebumps beginning to form on her wife’s skin.
“Help me,” Rae pleaded as she tried to hurry. She wanted; she needed to feel Ellen’s body against her own.
Ellen breathed deeply from where she was nuzzling between Rae’s breasts. The scent of Rae’s body was…intoxicating. She could have stayed there for days, nuzzling, licking, and…she stopped herself at Rae’s plea and stepped back to help her wife unfasten the buttons that were frustrating her so, the sheer number of them exhausting them both. As the bodice separated from the waist and then that from the fullness of the skirts, they could slowly remove them from her over-heated body. She was already breathing deeply from her exertions.
Rae looked on the petite redhead with sheer lust. She didn’t realize until they were removing the many layers that Ellen had played a joke on her, on all of them. One she would never reveal to anyone. Ellen had been totally nude under the many layers of her gown. Rae gasped when she realized that. How Ellen had stood by her after the ceremony for all the pictures that the photographer had insisted on, had danced with her repeatedly, had talked to their many guests, all the while she was naked under the dress, no underwear, no petticoats, nothing to hide her nudity. “What if you had fallen and the dress had flown up?” she asked as she began to smile at her wife’s audacity.
“Good thing I didn’t fall so the dress could fly up then,” she stated with a smile of her own as she pulled her wife’s bikini bottomed clad body against her own naked one. Rae’s gasp at the contact gave her immeasurable pleasure. “I love you,” she told her fervently. She had never imagined her life could be this complete. That she would belong to someone like this. The rings they had exchanged today had only been the beginning of what she hoped would be a lifetime of memories that they would make together.
“I love you more,” Rae said as her forehead meet Ellen’s and she looked deeply into her eyes.
Slowly Ellen moved her hands firmly down Rae’s body, molding it to her own and touching her deeply at the firmness of the caress. The hitch in Rae’s breath told her of her wife’s arousal, her
need to be touched.
Rae began to caress delicately along Ellen’s shoulders with her fingertips. Her lips followed, barely touching but caressing in a similar feathery light fashion.
“What say you we meet in the middle,” Ellen suggested breathily as her head nodded towards the wedding bed they had yet to touch.
“I’ll meet you there,” Rae said in return, equally breathily as she never left Ellen but instead began to dance with her towards the bed. Her pelvis pushing suggestively against Ellen’s.
“Oh, I like that,” Ellen enthused as her hands reached Rae’s hips and she pulled them tight against her.
Slowly they danced their way to the side of the bed, hands caressing each other’s upper torsos, their lips exchanging breaths between them. “I love you,” one would murmur followed by the other’s, “I love you too,” gently, easily, and profusely.
Kneeling on the bed, Ellen pulled Rae with her as they slowly danced against each other on their knees, touching breast to breast, stomach to stomach, and pelvis to pelvis. Little murmurs of appreciation telling the other that their touch, their fondling, their caress was wanted, needed, enjoyed. Slowly they became prone on the bed as Ellen rolled Rae over to ‘pin’ her to the bed. Rae welcomed the feel of Ellen’s smaller body against her own; wrapping her legs around Ellen’s to hold her there as she ground up against her.
Rae pushed Ellen’s long red tresses out of the way so she could see her face, her eyes, as she smiled in delight over their mating. “What are you smiling about?” she asked softly in between the kisses she bestowed on her wife’s face, her jawline, and into her neck.
Ellen arched her neck to show Rae the places she could put her lips. Her face turning away from her wife in her efforts. “I’m smiling because I’m so happy,” she told her truthfully. She was happy; she was now forever mated to this woman, legally, and emotionally. Now she would be physically and she couldn’t wait. She ground her mons against Rae’s in a suggestive manner and heard Rae groan in appreciation. “A little horny my wife,” she teased in her ear.
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