by Vega, W. H.
A tear slides down her cheek.
“I’ve loved you since we were twelve years old, and I thank God every day that he sent you back to me. I promise to love you and cherish you for the rest of our lives, and I’m a better man because of you.”
She sniffles and squeezes my hand before she reaches over to Becky who slips a tiny pink index card into Paige’s outstretched hand.
“Blake,” she begins, taking a deep breath, and from the way her voice shakes, I know that she’s nervous. “Saying that you’re my everything is an understatement. I’ve also loved you since we were twelve, and we’ve been through more than most people I know. Finding my way back to you was the greatest blessing of my life and I’m so thankful every day that my dream of spending my life with you is actually happening.” She pauses for a minute, her hands trembling. “I didn’t think this was possible for me, and I have you to thank for giving me back my life. I love you.”
Well, there’s not a dry eye in the house now and I can hear the sniffling all around us. The pastor says the traditional vows, which we repeat and then we slip the rings onto each other's fingers. I look down at the simple silver band on my finger, and marvel at how much it symbolizes.
I gingerly slide the diamond-encrusted band on Paige’s hand, which is also engraved with Paige and Blake Forever, and I love how it looks.
“You may now kiss the bride.”
Those are the words that I’ve been waiting for. I take Paige into my arms, and kiss her like I’ve never kissed her before. Our guests hoot and holler, and Paige doesn’t hold back as she kisses me.
“Get a room,” Ryan calls out and I finally force myself to pull away as the crowd chuckles, slightly embarrassed.
I don’t give a damn.
All You Need is Love starts to play, and Paige and I take each other's hands and start to walk out across the grass. Paige cheers, holding her bouquet up high in the air, and everyone claps for us as we make our way back to the mansion.
Cocktail hour begins to take place on the patio and we’re led away for pictures. We hear snippets of people praising the beautiful weather and commenting on how lovely Paige looks. We pose for pictures with our friends, and then we take pictures with just the two of us.
We laugh as we kiss amongst the trees and flowers, and we don’t even notice the photographer as she snaps our photos; we’re so caught up in each other.
“I can’t get over how beautiful you look,” I tell Paige again.
“Wow, I must always look like a dog,” she teases.
“No. You’re always gorgeous, but today,” I falter trying to find the words, “I just can’t describe how wonderful you look today.”
She smiles happily, kissing me and I hear the distinctive click-click of the camera.
“You look pretty damn handsome in your tux.” She links her fingers with mine and gives me a mischievous grin.
“Oh, Mrs. Evans, the things I’m going to do to you later.”
She giggles, her cheeks turning pink. “Oh I hope so!”
“That’s it you two,” the photographer says cheerfully, pulling us out of our private moment. “You can head on back to the party.”
We make our way toward the mansion, and we see the last of the guests being led inside for dinner. The wedding party is waiting outside the doors, and we join them so we can be properly introduced.
“And now, the couple you’ve all been waiting for,” the DJ starts, “Mr. and Mrs. Blake Evans!”
Everyone cheers as we enter the reception room and I almost stop in my tracks when I see how well the room is decorated. I didn’t pay much attention to what Paige did in the decoration department. I helped pick out the food and some of the music, but I let Paige do her thing when it came to the rest.
The inside of the mansion had been transformed into an outdoor garden, complete with hanging flowers, glowing candles, and actual trees.
“Do you like it?” Paige asks nervously, looking over at me.
“Damn! Paige, it’s amazing!”
“Oh good,” she sighs as we walk over to our own private table.
From that point on, we’re caught up in the evening’s festivities, being whisked away for dances, pictures and well wishes from our friends and family. We manage to sit for a few minutes to eat our meal, but then before we know it we’re making our rounds of the tables, saying hello to everyone and kissing a million cheeks.
I sneak Paige away a few times to dance, and we manage to get a few slow songs in.
I lean in to Paige, my mouth just above her ear. “Has it been a good day?”
“The best.” She kisses me and then rests her head on my shoulder. “And it’s just the beginning.”
“That’s right, baby. Just the beginning.”
The party continues, but some of the older guests begin to leave. A late-night buffet is brought out, filled with treats like grilled cheese sandwiches, cupcakes, fresh cut potato chips and chocolate éclairs.
Our guests continue to party, but I can only think about getting Paige back to our hotel room. While she looks ravishing in her dress, my mind keeps wandering to what lies beneath her dress.
Paige seems to read my mind and comes up to me just before midnight.
“I think I’m ready to go,” she admits.
I’m quick to answer. “Me too.”
Paige runs upstairs and changes into a simple white dress that has the same lace detail from her wedding dress. The DJ announces that we’re leaving, and we kiss a few of our family members before hurrying out to my truck.
“Son of a bitch,” I curse when I see the tin cans tied to my bumper, and the white spray all over the truck.
Paige giggles.
“Damn rednecks,” I mutter, knowing that Ben and Ryan must have taken perverse pleasure in turning my truck into a white-trash mobile.
I help Paige in and then we’re on our way to the Vanderbilt where we’ll stay for two nights. We plan on having a lazy day tomorrow, and I fully intend on keeping Paige up for most of the night. We’ll have a laid-back brunch or maybe it will be lunch depending on the time, and then we’re heading over to Kenny’s house for a quiet dinner with all of our parents. Then we’ll go back to the Vanderbilt and get up early the next day for our flight to Kauai.
I was most looking forward to two weeks on a Hawaiian beach with Paige.
The atmosphere in the car becomes charged, and I sense that Paige is just as anxious to get to our hotel room as I am. We have no bags with us; everything was already sent to our room.
We quickly make our way up to our room, getting a few stares from guests who recognize us, though the hotel lobby is mostly empty at this hour. I unlock our suite, which is slightly bigger than the one we shared on the night of our release party, and I’m pleased to see what the concierge has done.
The room is scattered with red rose petals, and candles are lit everywhere, including along the huge Jacuzzi spa that takes up most of the bathroom.
“Oh Blake!” Paige sighs.
“I want to make love to my wife.” I start taking off my pants, and yanking at my button down shirt.
“Mmmhmm. I want to make love to my husband.”
I push her down on the bed, and tug her dress over her head as she kicks off her heels.
“The petals are so soft,” she moans as her bare skin hits the sheets. I take time to savor her body, hoisting her slender leg on my shoulder, and slowly kissing her from her ankle up to the inside of her thigh. The higher I kiss, the louder her moans grow.
I move to her other leg, wanting to cover every inch of her skin with my mouth. After I’ve finished kissing her legs, I cover her with my body; kissing along her stomach and up to the lacy white bra she’s wearing.
“You look so pure in this,” I whisper huskily, snapping at the lacy material.
“A blushing virgin,” she quips, before I cover her mouth with mine. I kiss her hungrily, moving my tongue against her tongue, and reaching behind her arching back to unsnap he
r bra.
I slide the bra down her shoulders, and move my mouth down her neck, before sealing her nipples with my mouth. I tug each nipple between my teeth, feeling them elongate as Paige bucks beneath me in pleasure.
I slide one hand down her body, slipping it inside her white panties, and slowly brush against her waxed sex.
“Oh...Blake...”
I gently slip one finger inside her, swirling it around in her wetness. I’m so turned on by how ready she is for me. We’ve only just begun and she’s more than wet enough for me to be inside her.
But not yet.
I force myself away from her breasts, and slide between her legs, tugging at her lacy thong.
“Did you see what it says?” she gasps.
Huh? The thong?
I look down at her and see the word Bride in blue rhinestones.
I chuckle darkly. “Very cute.”
Without warning, I flip Paige over onto her stomach and she gasps. I grab a pillow and place it under her hips. I grasp at her ass and then lower my mouth against her from behind.
Paige cries out, burying her face in the sheets. I gently suck at her outer lips, tugging at them while I use my fingers to massage her backside. Her thighs start to tremble immediately, and I know she’s enjoying this new angle.
I push my face further into her pussy, sucking on her inner lips as my fingers glide over her. I slide two fingers inside her as I move my tongue along her ridges.
“Oh god! Blake!” Paige’s voice is raw with lust and I feel myself harden further.
I bring my mouth to her clit, tugging gently and then more forcefully as Paige’s moans fill the room.
“Don’t stop!” she pants as I continue to play with her clit and pump my two fingers inside of her. “Don’t stop.”
I pull my fingers out, rubbing circles on her clit as I increase my speed and then I thrust my tongue deep inside of her. I thrust it once, twice and on the third time, Paige cries out loudly, losing control as her body shakes uncontrollably.
I groan with my own pleasure, and continue to lick her she comes. Her body finally relaxes, and I still stroke her slowly with my fingers, making sure my touch is extra gentle now.
But this time, Paige’s legs begin to tremble again, and I increase my stroking.
“Blake! I’m going to come again,” she gasps.
“Fuck!” I hiss excitedly, moving my hands faster and bring my mouth back to her silky sex. She’s that much wetter this time, and within seconds she’s coming again, her body bucking harder than the first time.
She collapses down on the pillow and I go to gently stroke her again but she rolls over on her back.
“No. I’m too sensitive,” she explains. “But that was amazing.”
“You’re so sexy.”
“Not as sexy as you,” she argues, crawling on top of me.
“Baby, I’m not going to last long,” I admit as she slips her hands into my boxers and pulls them down. I spring free, hard and solid for her.
She makes eyes at me and then wraps her mouth around me, pushing me deep into her throat without any pretense.
“Christ!”
She laughs softly, teasing me with her tongue and running her nails along the underside of my shaft.
I close my eyes, greedily accepting her pleasure. I’m almost at my limit, and I know I need her to stop if I want to be inside her.
“Okay. We have to stop,” I gasp and Paige pulls herself off.
I sit up against the bed and she climbs on top of me and straddles me. She positions her sex just against my erection, and the softness of her freshly waxed skin drives me wild.
“Do you want to fuck your wife?’ she purrs, gyrating against me.
My eyes nearly pop out of my head.
“What?” she laughs.
“Did you just talk dirty to me?”
If candles didn’t light the room, I think I would see her blush.
“So what if I did?” she asks innocently, “I only said ‘fuck.’ “
“I know. It was sexy as hell.” I pause. “Say it again.”
“Fuck.”
“Mmhm.” I stiffen against her.
“You like that?” she asks coyly.
“You have no idea.” Hearing my sweet wife use the word “fuck” is more arousing than I could have imagined.
She bats her eyelashes at me and pushes against my body.
“Fuck me,” she begs softly.
“What?” I choke.
“Fuck me, husband.”
Without a word, I grab her and throw her down on her back and she gasps with pleasure and surprise. It’s pure animalistic instinct, and she’s barely on her back before I thrust deep and hard inside of her.
“Argh!” she screams as I take her, yet her nails digging into my back tell me that she’s enjoying it.
I groan loudly, pushing into her harder and deeper. “Tell me if it’s too much,” I pant.
“No! I. Love. It.”
Holy shit, this woman is going to be the death of me. I drive into her again and again, knowing I won’t last much longer.
As if on cue, and fitting for the day, we both orgasm together, crying out each other’s names before we collapse in each other’s arms.
“Oh, Paige,” I say gruffly, pulling her into my arms and holding her tightly to me.
“I love being your wife,” she says softly. “This day has been amazing.”
I hold her close to me, kissing her forehead softly, and gently running my hands over her arms. I know that I’ll still feel the same way about Paige fifty years from now.
“My head,” Paige complains, holding her head in her hands.
I laugh as I brush some dried rose petals from the sheets.
“Too much champagne,” I tease as I put the empty bottle in the trash.
“But I didn’t drink it by myself.”
“You’re clearly a lightweight then.”
“I need Advil.”
“You need the hair of the dog.”
Paige rolls over on the bed, “No more champagne!”
“Come on. We’ll have some with breakfast.” I glance at the clock. “Well, we can have some with lunch.”
She sits up. “What time is it?”
“Almost one in the afternoon.”
“Gosh! What time did we go to sleep?”
“I think it was almost five.”
She gingerly rolls off the bed.” Well that would explain why I’m so sore.”
I laugh softly. “I told you that I was going to make love to my wife all night.”
“And that you did, Mr. Evans.”
“And you loved every second, Mrs. Evans.”
She licks her lips. “Yes, I did.”
“So what do you say? Want to clean up and go down and have lunch?”
“Sure. But we have to be at my dad’s when? Four?”
“Yes.”
“So, let’s just eat something light downstairs. Better yet, let’s go out to the pool and order something out there.”
“Sounds perfect.”
I give her a kiss and then we start our first official day as husband and wife.
Twenty Nine
Paige
I yawn and stretch as the plane begins to make its descent into Kauai. I look over and see Blake studying me.
“What?” I ask self-consciously. “Was I drooling?” I wipe at the corner of my mouth, embarrassed.
He smiles and shakes his head. “No. I just like watching you.”
“Creeper,” I tease.
He shrugs. “Now you’re stuck with me.”
I lean over to kiss him. “I want to be stuck with you.”
I feel my stomach drops as the plane dips lower, and my eyes widen.
Blake chuckles. “Are you excited?”
“You have no idea.” I glance at my watch, but I realize I can’t trust the time. We’ve traveled through so many different time zones at this point. “What time is it?”
Blake loo
ks at his watch and does the math in his head. “I think it’s just after three in the afternoon. Island time.”
I smile lazily. “Island time,” I repeat. “I like the sound of that.”
Our plane touches down with a series of bumps. We get off the plane, pulling down our hats and slipping our sunglasses on. The air is muggy and fragrant, everything that makes me think of a tropical climate.
We make our way to baggage claim and collect our mountain of suitcases. I scan the drivers holding signs and we see our driver. We didn’t give him our actual last name, but instead my mother’s maiden name. We weren’t sure how easily we would be recognized or not, and we want our honeymoon to be as private as possible.
We walk towards the Hawaiian man, who is holding two fresh leis in his hand.
“Aloha!” He says cheerfully. “I’m Kai.”
“Hi! I believe we are your customers.”
“Fantastic. Let me take your bags and you can follow me out to the car.”
The “car” as he refers to it, happens to be a roomy Cadillac Escalade with freshly squeezed juice for us in the back, and the AC blasting.
He easily fits our bags in the back and then we’re off.
“So, I hear you two are lovebirds,” Kai says conversationally.
“Just married,” Blake says happily.
“Congrats!”
We make our way around the island, and I press my nose to the glass watching the amazing sights pass by. Kai points out various things and tells us local legends. It feels so surreal because as kids Blake and I used to talk about coming to Hawaii when we were older. It seemed like such a fantasy at the time, and then after I left Nashville, it just was another painful memory of my old life.
Neither Blake nor I had ever been out of the continental US before, and we both are enthralled by what we see.
“Almost there, folks,” Kai says, as we turn down a private road. Blake and I had found a sweet little villa to rent thanks to our new friends Tim and Faith. I still can’t believe that we’ve become chummy with my country idols. Faith was all too happy to pass on the name of a great home where they'd vacationed before, and we were able to get a great deal on the rental thanks to them.
“You sure know how to pick them,” Kai says impressed. “Kukuiula Kai is one of the nicest communities and beaches.”
