“Sorry.” I roll my eyes and mumble. He must have been holding back his concern for her at the court house.
“It’s okay. She’s a 1965 Mustang Fastback and her name is Reba.” He smiles at her, the car.
Reba?
“Should I be jealous, Jesse?” I giggle.
“Can’t lie. If I could marry her, just might have.”
My jaw drops when he says that but then he starts laughing.
“Just kidding, baby.” He opens the door for me. I sit down but before I can do anything he reaches across me and fastens my seatbelt. “No reasons to touch anything so just stay like you are.” he orders.
The hell he was kidding. He would marry this car.
He gets in and I turn my body towards him. “So you can touch and reset everything in my car but I can’t touch yours?” I ask incredulously.
“Baby, let’s not have our first fight on our wedding day, okay?” He reaches over; carefully turns my body back facing forward then inspects the seat for marks from where I twisted.
Oh, brother!
A few minutes later, Jesse pulls into the hotel’s valet parking and turns off the car. A valet steps forward, opens the car door and helps me out. We both stand back and wait as Jesse lectures and warns another valet, a young kid half Jesse’s size, before reluctantly holding up the keys. The kid swallows hard before carefully taking them. The poor kid glances back at Jesse repeatedly as he painstakingly slow gets into the car all the while Jesse glaring at him. The kid finally starts the car and drives off at a snail's pace.
All I can do is laugh and shake my head.
Once we check-in and reach our room, I start to panic. Jesse inserts the key card and stands back to let me in. I enter and look around. We have a beautiful view of the river below. I can’t wait for tonight when the Christmas lights come on. The door clicks closed causing me to jump. Jesse walks over and grinning. He wraps his arms around my waist and we both stand looking out the window.
“I want you, Allie, my wife, but let’s wait till after we go out tonight. You’re too nervous.” He tightens his arms around me.
He noticed. God, I love him. I love him. I really love him.
Just his touch, the warmth of his arms, relaxes me and I lean back into him. One of his hands reaches around and rests along my throat and chin. He tightens his grip and turns my face up to his as he lowers his lips to mine for a kiss. His other hand raises up so it’s right below my breasts and his thumb grazes me before he slowly moves and cups my breast and softly pinches my hardened nipple over the material of my dress. I let out a moan of desperation and my body comes alive. All my nervousness vanishes. I want and need to be with Jesse, my husband.
He feels my reaction and breaks our kiss. Both of his hands go to unhook the clasp and lower the zipper of my dress while trailing kisses along my shoulders and back. He pulls the sleeves of my dress down, trapping my arms at my side, then unclasps my strapless bra and tosses it to the side. One hand is on my waist, gripping me tight, holding me where he wants me, while the other lifts my breasts to his warm mouth. He has me immobile so he takes turns licking, kissing and gently sucking my breasts and all I can do is struggle and whimper his name.
Finally, he has mercy and releases my arms, letting my dress fall to the floor, leaving me in only my white lace panties and ballet shoes. He leads me to the bed, sits against the headboard and pulls me to straddle his lap. He reaches behind me, tugs off my shoes, and tosses them aside before pulling me down to rest against him. With my naked breasts resting against him in his shirt, he reaches up and begins pulling the bobby pins from my hair that are holding the wreath of flowers secure. When he gets them all out, he lifts it from my hair and sits it aside on the nightstand. After one last check, making sure he has all the bobby pins out, he runs his fingers through my hair, getting all the tangles out before gripping my strands, pulling my head back so much that I arch my back, bringing my breasts closer to his mouth. He lowers his head and begins torturing me again until I’m digging my fingernails in his shoulders and rocking against him. I’m desperate and I can feel how hard he is. He releases my hair and quickly unbuttons his shirt before yanking it off. I lean down closer to him so I can kiss and taste him too. He shudders and moans so I keep going kissing my way up his neck where I gently suck, bite and lick from one side to the other.
Out of nowhere, Jesse flips us and I’m on my back, my panties are gone and so is he. I look up to see what he’s doing, and he’s standing next to the bed kicking off his shoes and pulling his pants and briefs down. And there he is, in all his beauty. I lick my lips, reach out and take him in my hands. He’s hard as stone but soft as silk and feels like fire. He stands closer to me so I can experience and appreciate him. I caress him up and down and my need and want has me leaning over to taste him. He growls and takes one of his hands and guides himself into my mouth. The other hand goes behind my head. I open willingly, wanting more, wanting him all. I lick and taste as he moves in and out of my mouth.
“Take all of me.” he growls.
I moan at his command and do as he says. I've never done this before, but I'm loving every moment. I lick taste and touch with exuberance until Jesse voice halts me. “Stop.” He gently pulls from my mouth and then I’m flat on my back. He pushes my legs open and then his mouth is on me. I’m already so turned on from having him in my mouth that I’m right on the edge. It’s not going take much to push me over. His mouth licks me, tasting my wetness, his fingers sliding in and out of me while I beg for more and then I explode.
After I come down, Jesse kisses me before pulling back and looking in my eyes, “Are you ready, wife? It’s going to hurt and I’m so sorry, baby. I’ll try to get past the part that’s going to cause you pain fast and I’ll be gentle.” He's so sweet I melt. As he talks he’s running his finger up and down me while going in and out and soon I’m on the edge again.
“Please, Jesse, please. Make me your wife in every way.” I plead.
He kneels on the bed in front of me and pulls me to him by my hips. He runs his fingers up and down me a few more times spreading my wetness, before coming down on top of me and running kisses along my neck, breasts, shoulders and mouth. He sees I’m about to lose my mind again so he rises up and positions himself at my entrance. Like promised, he gently and slowly starts thrusting inside of me. At first it doesn’t hurt. It just feels like a tight fit, but then I feel it. He reaches the part he needs to break through to make me his. The pressure starts to hurt and pinch, but I still want him no matter how much pain I have to go through. I want Jesse inside of me. He comes down on top of me and wraps me up tight in his arms. He looks in my eyes for a few precious moments before leaning down and kissing me again. He kisses me deep then slides his lips down my cheek and whispers, “I love you, Allie.” With one final hard thrust, he breaks through, making me his. I let out a cry and gasp and hold him tight as tears slide from my eyes. Yes, it hurt but I’m crying because I waited a long time for him even though I didn’t know it was him I was waiting for. This moment couldn’t have been more perfect.
“I’m sorry, baby. So sorry.” He tenderly kisses away my tears.
I pull his face to mine and kiss him hard. “I love you too, Jesse. Please don’t stop. Make love to me.” He moans and buries his face in my neck. He continues slowly cherishing me.
“I’m close, baby. What do you need?” he asks.
“I don’t know but I feel it too.”
Jesse sits back on his haunches and pulls my legs farther apart so he can see our connection. He pulls my hand down. “Touch yourself.” His voice is strong, demanding and I love it. I shudder and do as he directs. I circle myself with my fingers while reaching down with my other hand, feeling him slide in and out of me. I whimper and moan at how good our connection feels. In this moment, we are one.
“Keep going, baby.” he begs. “You look amazing and I’m about to come from just looking at us and watching you touch yourself. Trying to hold off but can�
��t much longer.” He warns.
I increase the pressure with my fingers and Jesse pushes into me stronger and deeper and that's all it takes, I explode again. Calling his name over and over. I’m lost in our moment. I feel him shudder and groan out my name before coming down on top of me.
We lay like this awhile before Jesse kisses me. He murmurs his love to me, asking me if I’m okay, telling me I’m beautiful and most important, proclaiming I’m his. He only breaks our connection to get up, warm a washcloth and cherish me with care before lying back down next to me.
“Setting the alarms for seven o’clock. Let’s just lay here for a while." He pulls the covers back. We both get underneath and I settle my head on Jesse’s chest and then I panic. Birth control.
“Jesse, I'm not on anything.” I whisper, alarmed.
“Baby, you’re my wife. It doesn’t matter to me. If you want to get on something and wait to start a family for a while, I’m okay with that but if you want to start our family now, tonight, I’m good with that too.”
And my heart is back to beating at full capacity.
We wake up when Jesse's alarm goes off at eight p.m. and as much as I want to stay here alone with him, I also want to go out and have some fun.
Jesse and I shower together taking our time touching and kissing before getting out and drying off. I stand in the bathroom getting ready while Jesse is in the other room with a towel on, flipping through the channels. He texted Blue a little bit ago about his clothes and Blue told him he’d drop them off soon. I blow dry my hair out straight with the hotel hair dryer. Thankfully, this hotel supplied us with a grown up hair dryer and not a baby one meant for drying—well, drying pretty much nothing actually. I could dry my hair quicker if I used a Shukusen Fan then with those small ones.
I’m doing my make-up when our hotel room phone rings. Jesse answers and begins talking to someone and it quickly turns into an argument. He slams the phone down so I hurry out of the bathroom to see what’s going on.
“Jesse, what’s wrong?”
“I didn’t think quickly enough. She asked what room we were in and I told her. Damn. Only Blue knew for right now.” He barks and walks over and grabs the pants he wore at the wedding and slips them on before pulling the shirt on. I look him up and down, sighing to myself at how good he looks with his shirt hanging open. His movements show he’s still aggravated so I walk over and began to button up his shirt.
“Here, let me help.” I murmur.
He lowers his hands to rest on my hips and I feel his warm breath on me. I look up and our eyes meet briefly before he leans down and kisses me. What started out as me buttoning up his shirt quickly turns into me unbuttoning his shirt and running my hands up his chest. He pulls the towel from my body and leads me back to the bed. We’re kissing and touching when there’s a knock on the door.
“Ignore them.” I whisper as I run my hands down his back.
“Don’t have to tell me twice.” he whispers back and deepens our kiss.
“Stop being disgusting and open the door,” Abigail calls from the hallway right outside our door.
“Go away, runt.” Jesse calls back.
“Jesse, I have to leave in the morning and I want to spend time with you and Allie. You’ll have plenty of time to be gross after I’m gone.” she whines and I start to feel guilty.
I try pushing him off of me, but he stops me.
“She’s working you. Don’t fall for it.” He shushes me. “They have a fucking helicopter. She can come and go all the time and trust me, she will.”
“You’re right.” I raise my head and kiss him.
“Fine, Jesse. I’ll go back to my room and do the nasty with Nick the same way you and Allie are. Ditto for Jaycee and Blue.” she threatens.
“Goddamn. Fuck! My dad didn’t spank her enough and Violet spoiled her rotten.” Jesse growls. I slap my hand over my mouth trying to hold back my laughter.
Abigail, that was brilliant.
Jesse’s face turns to one of disgust and he hops off of me then starts for the door.
“You good?” He asks looking back at me. When he sees me laughing he narrows his eyes on me. “I don’t know why you think this is funny. You started it.” he accuses.
Instead of the towel, I quickly grab the hotel robe and pull it on as he opens the door.
“Out. Blue has your bag and he’s waiting for you in his room so you can change. All the men are meeting in the lobby soon. The old folks left for Republic of Texas already. It’s much tamer than where we’ll be going. We’ll be down soon.” Abigail informs him ignoring his irritation.
Behind her, Kore, Jenny and Jaycee appear. They all push their way past Jesse carrying garment bags, my bags and make-up cases and begin setting things down in the bathroom and on the bed.
He looks at all of them angrily and growls which causes Jaycee and Abigail to crack up. Kore and Jenny aren’t too sure and cautiously step a few steps back.
“Don’t be long, okay?” he finally says, leans down and kisses me. I step into him and he pulls me closer, deepening our kiss.
“Oh, my God, I’m blind.” Jaycee cries out. She walks towards us, blindly reaching out while trying to blink away the trauma.
“Happy now, Jesse? You’ve made sissy go blind.” Abigail scolds. She grabs Jaycee, guides her to a chair then helps her sit down. “Sissy, can you see me? It’s Abigail. I’m here. Can you hear me? Sissy? Talk to me please.” she fake pleads.
Jaycee plays along, reaching out blindly she runs her fingers along Abigail’s face. “Abigail? Is that you, Abigail? I—I can’t see? Abigail!” she cries.
“Leave before you do more damage.” Abigail jabs her finger at Jesse.
“See you soon. I love you.” I pull Jesse’s attention back to me before he kills both of them.
“Love you too, wife.” He narrows his eyes on Jaycee and Abigail.
I turn in time to see Jaycee wink at Jesse and yell out, “It’s a miracle. I can see again.” Jesse shakes his head and finally laughs as he closes the door behind him.
After the girls and I do our make-up, adding smoky eyes and shining lip gloss, we go through about half a dozen cans of hairspray while teasing and puffing our hair. All Southern women know the higher the hair, the closer to God. I’d say we’re all close to reaching the pearly gate where Saint Peter is. After we help each other into our dresses it’s time for our sexy shoes.
“Allie, you go first. You’ll need to practice.” Abigail jokes but she’s actually right.
I pull on my shoes and walk around the room and find they aren’t as difficult as I thought they’d be to walk in. After a few laps around our suite I stop by the window. I’m looking down and now that it’s dark, all the Christmas lights along the river are lit and it’s beautiful. I drift off and my thoughts travel back to Jesse and I making love earlier and how beautiful it was.
“What’s the weather like?” I ask absently.
“Can you believe it's eighty-three degrees out there? Crazy Texas weather. December and we won’t even need jackets.” Jenny informs me.
I can see all the girls moving around behind me through the window’s reflection. One by one they stand next to me and we all look down at the view below us.
“So pretty.” Kore shares in awe.
“Yes, it is.” Jaycee ads.
“We ready?” Abigail asks.
I turn around and we all look at each other and start laughing. Our men are going to lose their minds when we walk off the elevator.
Abigail grabs her phone and smiles as she calls Nick. “Hey, honeysuckle. We’re on our way down,” she says sweetly while grinning at us.
“Alright, let’s go. I can’t wait for Jake to see me in this dress. He’s going to flip.” Kore giggles and wiggles her eyebrows.
“Kore, I like you. Like really like you. Don’t make me not like you. That’s gross.” Abigail warns.
We pile on the elevator and on the ride down; I take us all in again. Kore in her very
short red lace dress, Jaycee in her short black off the shoulder dress, Jenny in her silver sparkle spandex dress, me in my very short snug ivory dress with beading but it’s Abigail’s deep blue dress that’s sexiest. It barely covers her butt and even then it’s mostly fringe and all of our shoes are amazing and sexy.
When the elevator's doors open, we exit and turn towards the bar but stop when we see our men walking over to meet us. They all halt and their jaws drop.
Nick stalks forward, jaw clenched and ticking and grabs Abigail by the arms turning her around and they head back to the elevator. He’s caged her in blocking everyone’s view while pushing the up button repeatedly.
“No fucking way in hell are you going out in that.” he decrees like a God of Wrath and begins banging on the panel.
“Honeysuckle, I’m your fire. You’d expect anything less?” she asks batting her eyes. “I think it looks pretty.”
“Pretty?” He looks at her like she’s gone mad.
“You don’t like it? I bought it for you. I’m wearing it for you.” She lays her hands on his chest.
“Fuck! I know you bought it for me. You bought it to drive me insane. Mission accomplished. I guess I should be thankful it’s not more or less, whatever.” He yanks her in for a kiss that would knock even my socks off if I were wearing any.
“Oh, God. Now I’m blind.” Jesse hollers out, only half joking.
Jake isn’t saying anything because he’s making out with Kore. Patrick is holding Jenny close and whispering in her ear and whatever he says makes her blush. Blue twirls Jaycee before pulling her close and leaning in and kissing her neck.
Bradley and Connor let out whistles. “Well done, ladies,” Bradley calls out and applauds.
“For the love of God, can we please go?” Chase complains.
Nash holds up a finger instructing us to hang on. He walks over to the hotel bar and orders a shot from the bartender. After he throws it back he looks over and us then orders another and then throws it back. “Jesus.” he mutters under his breath.
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