by Jamie Knight
Bunches of seasonal flowers in hand, I stepped carefully out of the trailer and made my way to the area set up for the ceremony. I could see Noah standing at the end of the two rows of folding chairs in front of the portable arch, decorated with flowers. I smiled at the sight of him.
Sarah, my maid of honor, marched before me after whispering encouragement. I had done the rehearsal in heels, which proved to be a bit of an issue on the grass. Breaking with tradition, not for the first time, I walked the makeshift aisle shoeless, my bare feet hidden under my floor-length wedding dress which had been Noah's grandmother's.
We couldn't decide on a priest, so again, we compromised going with a justice of the peace. Noah suggested a sea captain but, in the end, agreed with me that it would be a bit too surreal.
“Hey sexy,” I whispered, as I got to the front.
“Hey, gorgeous,” he replied.
I had to resist the urge to jump the gun and kiss him right then and there. Noah wore a version of the tux he had to the awards dinner, only this time leaving the shirt open at the neck.
“Dearly beloved,” the justice began, “we are gathered here this fine day to join Noah and Emma. I understand you have written your own vows?”
“We have,” Noah said.
“Noah Issac Wells,” I said, going first, “I've spent a lot of time looking for love. The person who would complete me and share my life. I have found him in you.”
“Emma Catharine Oritz, I never thought I would fall in love. I never really knew what love was until I met you.”
“By the power invested in me by the state of California,” the justice declaimed to all assembled, “I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”
Noah put his hand gently on my hips and I put my hands on his shoulders leveraging myself up onto my tiptoes and we locked lips, not even thinking about adding tongue.
The reception was held in a shelter in the day-use area of the park, rented especially for the purpose. The catering was excellent, and I had to fight the urge to take notes. The entire firm turned out for the ceremony, all of them seeming happy about the union. Especially Jim and Ann.
“Here you go,” Noah said, handing me the spritzer I had asked for. We kissed as he sat down next to me.
“Won't your mother object?” I asked playfully.
“We're married so it's allowed. Besides which, she didn't seem to mind the cafe incident.”
“Cafe incident?”
“When I first told you about the opening at Drew's party.”
“Oh, right, that cafe incident.”
“She saw and was mostly just happy I was in a relationship.”
“That's actually nice in a weird way.”
“Mom in a nutshell.”
“I suppose congratulations are in order.”
We looked at the same time as though we planned it, seeing Jim decked out in his usual best, in this case, with the addition of a silk pocket square. A simple but very tasteful touch.
“Damn straight,” I said, in jest.
After a customary round of hugs, we all sat down at the picnic table Noah and I had staked out for ourselves.
“How's married life treating you so far?” Jim asked.
“Great!” Noah replied in a way that made me kiss him on the cheek, “I mean it's only been about an hour and a half but so far, I can't complain.”
“And you won't if I have anything to say about it,” I said, taking him by the hand.
“How sweet,” Jim smirked.
“Something I doubt anyone will be saying at Sarah's upcoming nuptials,” Noah said.
“I still can't believe she caught the bouquet,” I said, shaking my head.
“Daddy!” we both looked to see little James toddling towards his dad.
“Hey, little man,” Jim said.
James was one of several kids running around the place, working off the energy they built up after having to sit for nearly an hour.
“Bet you two will be having kids soon,” Jim said, picking up James and putting him on his lap.
“I hope so. I can't think of anything better than having some little Emma's running around.”
“Be careful what you wish for. It might happen sooner than you think,” I warned, giving my new husband a wink.
Epilogue
Noah
One of the few concessions to tradition we made was hiring a limo to take us to the airport to go on our honeymoon. We had spent the first night after the wedding at a cute, local hotel made up to look like a Tudor mansion.
I definitely wanted to have sex with Emma and was pretty sure she felt the same, but we were both simply too drained, so we spent the night cuddling instead, which was really nice in its own way.
Oddly, I could have sworn that Emma's breasts were getting even bigger.
I had chartered a jet to take us from California to Hawaii, a trip I was assured wouldn't take more than six hours. At least from airport to airport. The hotel would be another matter, but we would deal with that when we got there. Which frankly couldn't happen soon enough.
“I was thinking about what Jim said about us having kids,” I said.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah, and I was thinking we might want to try and make a baby while we're on our honeymoon. It seems fitting, somehow.”
“Oh, I agree. The problem is, it’s a bit late for that.”
“What do you mean?” I asked, a concerned.
Emma beamed. “I'm already pregnant. It happened when I was on top and you came inside me.”
“I—” My mouth fell open, and I just stared at my beautiful wife. I was beyond words. The happiness was so completely overwhelming.
I took Emma gently as I could, despite my excitement and joy, and I kissed her deeply. She returned my affections, tears of joy wetting both of our faces.
The closeness continued on the plane, Emma basically sitting in my lap all the way to the island with a great deal more kissing and cuddling happening before the wheels touched the tarmac at our final destination.
There was another limo waiting for us outside the airport. We hadn't checked any luggage and were able to walk past the depressing semi-circle gathered around the baggage return. The only downside was that we didn't get one of those neat flower necklaces when we came down the stairs off the plane. Those were only for people who took one of the commercial carriers. It's prejudice, I tell you.
After the world's fastest hotel check-in, I scooped Emma up into my arms and carried her up the three flights of stairs to our room, taking them two at the time. Emma was holding the keycard, which cut down on the time it took to get into the room. Still kissing my beautiful wife, we headed straight for the bed.
Laying Emma down gently on the bed, she sat up as I sat down on the edge of the bed. Picking up our kissing where we left off, we started the slow, meticulous process of stripping each other down to nothing.
Instinctively, I put my hand on Emma's belly. She lay her hand on mine, stroking it gently. I let out a breath, regaining my resolve, and kissed her a hand, leaving my hand where it was.
Before I knew what was happening, Emma climbed up onto my lap and eased herself down, pushing my hard cock up into her. It was a position we hadn't done before or even really thought of, but it really was perfect. Especially considering our difference in height. It allowed both of us to be comfortable while still able to be able to look each other in the eye as well as kiss, should we wish to do so, which of course we did.
An added advantage the seated upright position was that the balance was a lot more predictable, and Emma, who really was the main active participant, could go as fast or as slow as she wanted with nary a wobble. I put my hands on her ass just in case something went wrong. Never mind the fact that it also felt fucking amazing.
“You like that, honey?” Emma asked, picking up her bouncing speed.
“Fuck yes,” I said.
“You like that tight little pussy?”
; “Oh, yes. You like that cock?”
“That cock is amazing,” she enthused.
We kissed again and she started going even faster, her moans and gasps giving me an idea of just how good it felt for her to have my huge cock slamming so deep inside her beautiful pussy. It was the best sex I'd ever had in my life, there was no doubt about that. One of the downsides to this, however, was it wasn't very long before I wanted to cum.
“Can I cum in you?” I asked.
“Of course,” Emma said beaming.
She went a bit faster and a touch harder, her pussy getting even tighter on my cock until there was no way I could possibly hold it in anymore and I unloaded deep inside her. Emma came soon after, holding on to me tight. I returned her embrace and spoiled her with kisses as she trembled against me.
After a long moment, she leaned back so I could see her. When she did, she had tears in her eyes.
“Honey,” I said softly, reaching out to wipe her tears away.
“No,” she said, taking me by the hand and giving it a soft kiss, “they're happy tears.”
“I know what you mean,” I said, meaning that with my heart and soul.
“I can hardly believe it,” she said.
“About the baby?” I asked.
“Everything. Finding you, having a baby, getting a whole new family, including an awesome sister. It is everything I've ever wanted and now that I have it doesn't quite seem real.”
“Oh, it's real,” I said, moving my cock slightly inside her, making her gasp with pleasure.
“Yeah, it is,” she said with the biggest smile I had ever seen.
Suddenly, she shifted her weight, moving to take my cock out of her. I thought maybe I had done something to upset her.
“What're you doing?”
“I want to try something,” she said, taking my freshly extracted cock firmly by the base. “Trust me.”
“Of course, I —”
I didn't get a chance to finish, my ability to speak quickly overridden by the pure joy of my cock sliding up into Emma's little virgin asshole.
“A-are you sure?” I managed.
“Yes, please,” she begged.
“Okay, j-just, be careful.”
“Yes.”
“If it hurts, we'll stop.”
“Okay,” she said.
“Promise?”
“I promise,” she whispered.
Using my hand position to gently spread her ass, I held still as she eased herself up and down my shaft, losing her final virginity, appropriately enough on our honeymoon. Her maidenhead was long gone but at least we still had this. I didn't really hold with tradition, but it was nice to have something to make things really special for our first time since getting married.
Emma orgasmed in record time her entire body stiffening before she collapsed against me going limp. Holding onto her tight, I stood up and turned, laying her down on her back, carefully pulling out of her asshole, kissing her as I did so. When Emma regained the ability to walk, at least after a fashion, we got into the shower and scrubbed each other off before going to bed, falling asleep in each other's arms.
I had never expected to get everything that I ever wanted from a stupid award, but somehow fate had made it that way. What had started as a fake plan, turned real and wonderful. And as my beautiful wife slept peacefully in my arms, carrying my baby, I couldn’t believe how lucky I had become. This was real wealth, and I was rich with love.
THE END
Bad Manners
A Single Mom Fake Fiancé Office Romance
Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
All rights reserved.
Chapter One
Ann
My office chair was meant to be agronomic, but I couldn’t really feel the difference. At least not to the point of the three-hundred-dollar rise in price. Thank goodness for company accounts.
Swinging around, I put the little statue Drew made in preschool on my desk. I was pretty sure it was meant to be a dog, though there was also a chance that it was a pony. It didn’t have a tail to speak of, making the distinction difficult. I still loved it, though.
The statue sat on the desk next to a framed portrait of Drew taken on his third birthday. The photographer was going to put my little boy in a sailor suit but that struck me as being much too cliché. In the end, we compromised on a baby tuxedo. I was a bit surprised to find out that such a thing even existed, but there it was, hanging on the store rack in all its glory. I thought it looked pretty silly, but Drew seemed happy enough. He even sat still through the whole thing. A miracle rivaling parting the Red Sea.
“Morning, sis.” Vicky, my office assistant and sister-in-law, came in with a stack of mail. “Another art project?” she asked, eyeing the new quadruped on my desk. She had a little boy of her own, just about the same age as mine.
“Yeah, isn’t it just darling?”
She nodded, her long bright-red hair swinging over her shoulders. “Yeah, it’s an adorable little… horse?” Vicky hazarded.
“Dog is the prevailing theory,” I pointed out, running a finger delicately over the dark snout of the statue. The color wasn’t any help in categorization, Drew had painted the whole thing in green and blue blotches.
“I can see that too,” Vicky said, tilting her head slightly.
“The lack of tail makes it difficult,” I agreed, picking it up and handing the art piece to her.
“Still sweet though,” Vicky said, carefully looking it over and handing it back.
“Very sweet,” I repeated, replacing the horse-dog to its place on my desk.
My sister-in-law stopped sorting the mail and leaned against my desk so she could stare out the window of my fifth story office. I didn’t have a great view of downtown L.A., but it was decent. “James did something like that once. The jury is still out on whether it was supposed to be a spooked kitty cat or a raccoon.”
We both giggled. “The features do seem to be rather general, don’t they?” I asked, unable to keep from smiling.
“Absolutely. Though if I had to choose been somewhat nebulous art interpretation —”
“Somewhat?” I asked, smiling broadening.
Vic laughed, sweeping her long locks back. “Fine. Very nebulous art interpretation and potty training, I know which I prefer.”
“Time is moving on,” I agreed, glad that Drew had gone through potty training early. Vicky and my brother, Jim, were not as lucky. Little James just refused to use the toilet.
“Before you know it, they’ll be driving,” Vicky sighed.
“Oh my God, you’re right!” I said, feigning horror.
She laughed at my expression. “Not quite how I meant it.”
Acting as my assistant again, Vic surrendered my mail, and I started going through the piles she made with her peering curiously over my shoulder, as was her custom.
In among the usual bills and cheques for legal fee payments was a truly ornate envelope. It was the kind that was traditionally used in the sending of wedding invitations. I had come to recognize them on sight after all the weddings I had been to over the past few months — members of the firm getting hitched like it was going out of style.
It looked like this was something that had started to reach out and affect my family as well. I opened the card and found that this invitation was announcing the wedding of my youngest cousin, who couldn’t be more than twenty-one. My mind did a quick bit of comparative math that couldn’t help but make me feel like a hopeless spinster since I was thirty and single. The blessed event was to take place back home in Santa Rosa in a couple of weeks.
“Another wedding invite?” Vicky asked in a prodding way since she could clearly see that it was.
“Yup.”
I set the invitation roughly to the far side of my desk. Sliding it into the trash would have been too obvious and would have elicited a comment from my sister-in-law. I
loved Vic, but she could be a bit of a know-it-all at times. She always thought she knew what was best for everyone.
“There have been a lot lately,” Vicky said, tapping her finger thoughtfully on her pointed chin.
“Yeah, so fun.”
“Not over the moon?” Vicky asked, finally picking up on my tone.
“Not exactly,” I admitted. I really didn’t want to go into what I was feeling, but she would probably pry.
“Wait!” She slid her butt onto the corner of my desk and leaned over towards me. “Do you know something about why they can’t be joined?” Vic asked, sounding inordinately excited.
I laughed at her enthusiasm for gossip. “Nope. Not at all.”
Leaning back, she snapped her fingers. “Darn, that would have been cool. No one ever does that!”
I pushed the silly redhead lightly on the leg to get her off my desk. “I’m forever holding my piece. Especially in this case, because I’m not going,” I said.
“You have to go. Jim and I are going,” she wined. “Plus, won’t your cousin be hurt?”
“Quite possibly, but I don’t know if I can go through all that,” I admitted, allowing myself to slouch in my chair and whine just slightly.
Vicky scoffed and rolled her eyes. “I know, right? All that dancing and cake, I’m pretty sure that was one of Dante’s seven circles of Hell.”
I picked up a random paper clip and threw it at her, only making it to the corner of my desk. “It is with my family.”
“Oh, right.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “I forgot that my in-laws are cannibals.”
“Nope, Catholics. Not big on having a child from a one-night stand at least if the constant questions about where my husband is are anything to go by. My older relatives are even worse and will never accept the idea of me being a single mom. I might as well walk around the reception with a scarlet letter.”
“You could try it,” Vicky suggested, tapping her chin again.
“What do you mean?”
“Wearing a scarlet letter. It would be an interesting, if somewhat brutal, statement.”
