by C. M. Steele
“Have I told you I love you, today?” he asks. His voice is gruff and raspy with lust, making me forget that we have plans. He smirks, knowing what he’s doing to me as his hands cup my ass and pressing me to him. His cock is so hard, I want to drop down to my knees.
I pause to think, twisting my lips and tapping my finger on my chin. “Around four times I’d say, but two of them don’t count because you were coming deep inside of me.”
“They always count because you’re my only one. Every ounce of me belongs to you, including every drop of cum I bury inside of you,” he grunts.
“Every ounce of me belongs to you, too,” I confess. From the first moment we met, he had my heart.
“Not yet, but it will be. Rebecca, will you marry me?” he asks, sliding a sparkling diamond solitaire on my finger. It’s silly for me to feel this way, but I’m so shocked. I expected and didn’t at the same time.
“Of course. Yes. I’ll marry you,” I sob, tears filling my eyes immediately. Thankfully, my mascara is waterproof.
He wipes my tears, smiling at me. “Good, not that it mattered because my ass wasn’t going to take no for an answer,” he informs me, making me laugh.
I get serious for a moment, just a moment to ask, “Then why did you bother to ask?”
“To make you think you had a choice,” he says with a cocky smirk.
“Oh, shut it.” I jab him in the arm and walk past. He’s not having that. Instead, he drags me back to him, tilting me and claiming my lips with his. The feel of his strong hands cradling my head and back is perfect. When we’re both breathless, he sets me on my feet and steady before letting me go.
“It’s time to leave, and as much as I’d like to stay and celebrate, we have somewhere important to be.” I roll my eyes since he’s the one who delayed us, not that I’m complaining about it, but I’m not the one dragging my heels. He slips on my coat for me, kissing my neck before putting on his and leading us down to the parking garage. Like always, he holds my door open for me, helping me in before running around to the front to get in. Thank goodness for seat warmers because it’s cold. The parking garage is heated, but this is Chicago on New Year’s Eve. It’s blisteringly frigid out.
He hops in and starts the engine, then intertwines our fingers, bringing my hand to his mouth and kissing it before pulling out of our space. The drive to Mason’s moves quickly since most of the traffic is coming into the city for the downtown celebration. As soon as we park, James comes out with his arms open for a hug from me. Then he shakes Rob’s hand.
“How’s it going?” Rob asks.
“Good, Mason’s losing his patience for the ceremony. We have about twenty more minutes, but he’s been itching to run upstairs and drag her down here.”
“I understand the feeling.”
“Speaking of, come inside. There’s a surprise for you too.” As soon as we’re inside, a squeal comes out as an older woman rushes to us throwing her arms, not around Rob but me.
“Mom,” he grumbles. The shock disappears, and a smile stretches across my face. Her excitement of meeting me overtakes any fear I felt meeting them. Although, I didn’t plan on meeting them for another week.
“Sorry, sorry. It’s just I’m so happy for you both,” she exclaims after releasing me from her tight squeeze.
“Thanks,” he mutters before she throws her arms around him next.
“Hey while we’re all here why don’t you two get married too?” Mason’s mom says coming up to us and grabbing my hand.
“Oh my goodness. You are engaged? Yes. A double wedding would be so adorable,” Rob’s mom cheerfully agrees.
“Um…it’s not my day. It’s Winter’s. That would be wrong of me.”
“A lot of couples have double weddings,” Mason adds. “I’m all for it as long as we do it at Midnight because I’m not waiting a moment longer.” Mason looks between us and sees our hesitation. “Well I’m taking her on a honeymoon afterward, so we won’t be around for two weeks.” Damn, which means we can’t get married for several weeks.
Mrs. Hunt phone goes off. She looks up at us after checking it. “Rebecca, come on. Winter wants you to come upstairs for a minute.” Rob takes my jacket, giving me a peck on my lips. Mrs. Hunt grabs my hand and hurries me up the stairs before Rob kisses me again.
As soon as I open the door, she squeals and wraps me in her arms. “You have to do it.”
“Do it?” I ask, stepping back and looking at how beautiful Winter looks in her gown.
She grabs my shoulders, causing me to wince. “Sorry, but you have to get married with us. It would be wonderful,” she demands. How did she know? Supersonic hearing? “So…” she says, tapping her foot.
“We don’t have all the necessary things like rings and the license.”
“Oh, who needs those?” She waves me off. I laugh because I don’t need them, but I do want Rob to wear a wedding ring. I want bitches to know right off the bat that he’s taken. I can’t blame a woman for looking at him because he’s gorgeous, but once they see that ring, they should back off. If they don’t, I’ll bury them. I’ve had enough of crazy women to last a lifetime. Suddenly, it becomes a fabulous idea. I want to marry Rob as soon as possible.
“You’re right. We don’t really need them to have a ceremony,” I admit.
“See. Come on. We’re getting hitched.”
“I don’t know what Rob thinks of it,” I argue. I didn’t ask him—no one did.
“I’ll marry you this second,” he growls through the door. Oh hell, he’s listening in. I should have known better.
“I can’t believe I’m going to do this,” I exclaim nervously.
“Only if you want, babe.” I open the door because I can’t talk to him through the door.
“I’ll marry you right now too. I just feel guilty.”
“Don’t. It’ll make this day even more awesome,” Winter adds.
“Fine. Now get out of here, Rob.” I shove him away from the door and close it.
Five minutes later, James and Henry come into the room. “Let’s get you both to your impatient grooms.” Winter and I can’t stop smiling as they walk us down the stairs to the music playing on the Alexa device.
When I look at Rob, I see my home and his promise to love me forever. Everything is in his eyes and the way he looks at me. It consumes me, and I enthusiastically say our vows as Winter and Mason do theirs.
“Ten, nine, eight, seven, six, five, four, three, two, one,” we all cheer.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. Gentlemen, you may kiss your brides,” the officiant says. Rob bends me slightly and claims me as his own.
Rob’s father, who I haven’t formally met, hands me a drink, but I put it back. James grabs another one. “This is hers.”
“Oh, she’s not twenty-one?”
“Um…yes, but it’s more than that dad. Mom?” he calls out, getting her attention. “Rebecca and I are having a baby.” His mom lost her ever-loving mind and started dancing around the room hugging us and everyone who would let her. Yes, this was a night to remember.
Epilogue
Rob
It’s May, and the baby is due in a few months. With Liz breaking into our home, it’s never been the same. It feels unsafe and dirty. Rebecca and I’ve been looking online for houses, but she tries to talk me out of the expensive ones. It’s not going to work though. I want a big house to have a full brood of children running around and fun places to fuck her in. There’s one place that she loved but refuses to go see it in person because it’s way more than the rest. I’ve scheduled a viewing of it today during my lunch. I would take her, but she’s only going to argue with me. Besides, I want it to be a surprise. I’m looking at my phone after it buzzes with a text from the realtor.
A knock on my door startles me, making me drop my phone. I pick it up, and the fucker is cracked. It fell onto the desk less than a foot. “Come in,” I shout out. I dropped this fucker down the stairs last week, and nothing happened. T
otal bullshit.
My grimace changes the second my wife, and temporary assistant comes in. Fuck, I growl when she comes in wearing a pretty green dress that shows off my handiwork. “Have I told you how sexy you look today, Mrs. Fuller?”
“Yes, you have, sir. I wanted to remind you that you have an appointment at twelve. I’m going to miss our special lunches,” she says, pouting prettily.
“Then I’m going to have to make it up to you at dinner tonight,” I mutter, my meaning laced in my words and gaze. I want her to sit on my face, or maybe have her spread out on the table for me to enjoy before I thrust my cock deep into her pussy.
“I’ll be waiting,” she moans, clenching her thighs together. I love how easily I can turn her on. Damn, I’m so fucking lucky to have her.
I pull her into my arms and kiss her lips gently before stepping back with a demand, “Don’t go out for lunch. Call it in.”
She scowls at me. “Why?”
“You know damn well I don’t like you leaving without me,” I grumble. It hasn’t been that long since everything has happened. The thought of someone coming after her drives me mental.
She brushes her hand across my jaw, then whispers sweetly, “I’m fine. Besides, James called and wants to do lunch with me since you’re busy.”
“Okay, well. That’s fine then. James will make sure you’re safe,” I concede. He’s really the only person I trust to protect her adequately. She has her own personal guards assigned to that task, but I’m just not over the past yet.
“I have like two damn bodyguards that you never let do their jobs,” she adds, looking for an argument.
“They are always doing their job. I just happen to be with you most of the time you’re outside.”
“I never go out without you,” she challenges me, but it’s not like I try to trap, isolate or even shelter her.
“That’s not true. You and Winter hang out at least once a week.”
“Yes, and we have an army of guards around us,” she complains, crossing her arms.
I shrug because the danger isn’t worth the risk. “Hey, most of those are from Mason. He freaks out about Winter, too. I can’t lose you. Don’t you understand that you’re everything to me?”
“I’m fine. You’re not going to lose me.” She lifts up on her toes and gives me a kiss then pulls back quickly.
“I’m going to have to go out. I dropped my phone right now, and it’s fucking shattered.” I wave it at her.
She takes it from me to examine it. There’s no saving it, I don’t have a visible screen. She gasps seeing the extent of the damage. I need my phone for so much, especially for this meeting. “Sorry. Did you need me to run that errand for you?”
“No, I’m going to go now and just get it done in twenty then head to my meeting,” I say. She may be my assistant and wife, but I’m not going to make her run my errands for me. I’m supposed to be catering to her.
“Okay. I love you. Have a good day,” she adds, sounding a bit miserable. Unable to handle her sadness, I pull her into my arms for another deep kiss.
“Be good. I love you, babe.”
I get my things, first heading to the store to get a replacement phone. Once I get it done, I call the realtor, telling her I’ll be there in thirty. I’m hoping that the house is everything it claims to be online. After an hour on the property, I know this is the home for us. The realtor starts talking about numbers, but all I can think about is dinner tonight with Rebecca as the main course and dessert.
Rebecca
Two Weeks Later
“Don’t try to take it off,” he growls, catching me adjusting the blindfold. I do as he says and relax in my seat or at least attempt to relax. I’m so excited to see his surprise. I have a feeling I know what it is, and that would be an epic gift. “Come on, Rob. Let me see,” I whine as he pulls to a stop. We’ve been driving for an almost hour for this surprise.
“One more minute. Just relax, babe. I promise it'll be worth it.” He takes his hands and tightens the blindfold before bending down and taking my mouth with his, kissing me roughly. “Stay put,” he orders, hopping out of the SUV and running around to open my door. The sun beats through the blindfold, eliminating any chance of peeking at all. He grabs my hand and helps me down. Then he pulls me into his arms and leans into and grunts by my ear before whispering, “By the way, do you know how sexy you look with a blindfold on, letting me control your movements.” Fuck, he’s turning me into a puddle of goo.
“You know I love when you take control, Rob. Or should I say lose it,” I tease.
He growls and grunts out, “Fuck, I worship you, Rebecca. Are you ready?”
“Yes, this surprise is killing me.”
“No, patience,” he jokes, stepping around me and pressing my back to his chest. “Pull off the blindfold.” I do as he says, lifting it over my eyes and gasping in awe and amazement. I’m staring at a house that I’ve only dreamed about. It’s the one I skimmed over because I thought it was too expensive, and we didn’t need it.
“Well?” he questions. “Do you like it?”
“Like it? I freaking love it,” I scream. This is more amazing than I could have ever imagined. When he missed our lunch appointment for a work meeting a couple of weeks ago, I worried that he had finally gotten fed up with me, but I got a call from his realtor who was double-checking their appointment time. Unless he was buying space for a new company, I knew he was out getting our dream house. He knew how I didn’t want to spend his money, but I can’t deny that I love the house from the first picture online. I know I’m ridiculous because my trust will add to the family money.
“Is it ours?” I ask.
“It will be tomorrow morning,” he states, kissing my neck gently.
“Are you serious?” I squeal.
“Yes. I have to go sign some papers, making it official and shit,” he laughs. “Let’s go inside. There’s a lot more to see.”
We walk up the driveway which is massive and stretches at least a quarter mile to the nearest road. It’s a fancy estate with a huge house. The six wide steps lead to a wrap-around porch. And in the front is a giant swing that’s moving with the wind. I can picture us sitting there with our babies.
He unlocks the door, and we enter a stunning foyer with a giant split staircase in the center of the room. It’s so perfect. “Wow, I’m in love, and we haven’t even stepped two feet inside. I can’t believe you picked the one I said was too much.”
“Cost isn’t a factor in this decision. You want it, you get it. I’d do anything for you. I thought you knew that by now.”
“I do, but I thought maybe you had limits.”
“Not when it comes to making you happy.” He takes my hand and shows me around my spacious palatial home. It has six bedrooms, seven baths and every amenity possible. I rub my belly, thinking how nice it is. “Where’s our bedroom?” I ask the most crucial question of course.
He leads me up the staircase to the right and into the last room. When he opens it, I gasp because it’s about the size of a small house. Seriously, I look at it and wonder what we’re going to do in here. Wicked thoughts flood my mind as I picture the sizeable empty space filled with an oversized King bed and my ass up in the air as I bend over it, letting him take me roughly. I shake those thoughts away temporarily to check out the rest of the house. There’s a wide picture window with a perfect reading seat. I step up to look out and the side yard well-manicured.
“How big is this house?” I ask.
“Six thousand square feet or so.”
My eyes widen. “Wow. How am I ever going to keep this place clean with kid after kid?”
“We can hire a weekly maid service, so you don’t have to do any more than you already are.”
“It’s not like I’m going back to work after the baby is born.” I made that decision after having nothing but a week of swollen ankles. We have more than enough money for me to stay home. Rob told me I could do whatever I please, but I have to
say being his wife and soon to be mother is all I want.
“Yes, but raising babies is hard as hell, or so I’m told. Now, it would be nice to find a qualified male to take your place.”
“Yes, sorry no female assistants. It’s not that I don’t trust you; it’s them and their insane crush on you.”
“I know. And I feel the same way. I didn’t let it bother me before you, but after that, I saw it more than just an irritation.”
“Enough about her. We have a house to explore and christen.”
Rob
Many Years later
“Merry Christmas, babe,” I whisper in her ear as she sits on the window seat, looking out over the white landscape. It’s been snowing since last night, and it’s still coming down.
She turns to me with her pretty smile gracing her upturned face. “Merry Christmas, love.” I can’t help myself, stealing a kiss as she finishes her sentence. “Mmmm,” she moans as I pull back.
“What are you doing up?” I ask. It’s only four in the morning, and the kids won’t be up for another two hours. I pick her up from the seat and sit down on it, setting her on my lap.
“I’m feeling restless, and this calms me,” she murmurs, snuggling into my chest.
“Holding you settles me, too,” I admit.
“They released Liz from the hospital yesterday,” she blurts out. A chill comes over me. I’ve known about it before it even happened, but hearing her fear breaks my heart and I want to destroy anyone that hurts her.
“I know. I have people watching her every move. I won’t let her near my family,” I reassure her.
“Thank you,” she whispers. It’s pretty shocking that she got out after three years of a twelve-year sentence. Her crimes were more than just breaking and entering. She tried to kill me and recorded me against my will. The trial took forever to get started then she only serves three freaking years. I see red thinking about how she got away with what she did.
Liz was convicted of aggravated assault instead of attempted murder. It’s fucking insane that they believed her mentally unwell, but you can’t always get the justice you deserve. But if she comes near my family, it’ll be the last thing she does.
