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“I thought you were on the pill.”
“It’s kind of hard to take the pill when your boyfriend hides the damn thing from you. And then when you ask him about it he’s all ‘come here, Mama’ and starts sexing you up,” Jeanette complains, mimicking Saint pretty damn perfectly. Her voice seems agitated but her face sure doesn’t look it.
“Stop smiling like a goof!” she snaps at me, but I just shake my head and keep smiling until she finally cracks one. “Don’t tell Saint yet. I know he’s been pushing this, and I want to be sure. It would break my giant of a man’s heart if he thought I was and then found out I wasn’t.”
“Mm-kay,” I say, still rocking my giant-ass smile. They’re so perfect for each other. They fit so well together. Saint’s smiles and jokes work so well with the firmness he asserts with her. I don’t think there is anyone who can fit with her like he does. I just hope she really gets that and really lets him get close. She’s still keeping secrets and with a baby possibly coming she needs to straighten everything out so she can be just as free as Carter and I are now. She might not be running from anyone, but something is keeping her guarded.
I’m about to say something to her when the bathroom door inside the gym opens and Carter walks out, freshly showered after his workout. I’ll just have to talk to her about it later.
“Cherry, I’m hungry,” he says as he makes his way over to me from across the gym, like I have a freaking sandwich in my pocket or something.
“Then go get something to eat, you caveman,” I tell him impatiently.
“Babe, if I wanted something I could make myself I would, but I want your pu—”
“Carter!” I yell at him, feeling myself blush. I know Jeanette and I talk about her sex life. Well, she talks and I nod my head, but I’m still a little bashful about openly talking about mine. I really haven’t had one for long to talk about before.
As he reaches his hands out to help me up from the sofa, I spot something on his ring finger. Carter has been pushing for us to get married, but we haven’t done it yet so I’m more than a little surprised that he has a ring on his finger.
“Why do you have that?” I ask, nodding at it. Before he can respond Jeanette pops up and grabs his hand to look for herself.
“You got hitched without me, you little whore! I wanted to throw you a bachelorette party with strippers and all that crap!”
“Over my fucking dead body is she having a bachelorette party with strippers. I’ll drop your asses off at a pottery-making class for a night or something and wait outside but that’s about it.”
“You can’t be serious right now? You’re not the boss of us!” Jeanette blusters at Carter. This is nothing new. Jeanette and Carter can go at it. It’s actually kind of funny to watch. Saint and I just usually sit back and watch the show.
“Fine, maybe a knitting class or some shit. I like the color blue. Cherry can knit me something.”
“Are you fucking serious right now?”
The look on their faces is hysterical, and it takes everything I have not to laugh.
“Fine. I know Cherry loves pink so she can make me something pink. It doesn’t have to be blue. I bet I would look good in pink, wouldn’t I, baby?” he asks, glancing over at me.
“What you look good in is that ring, but I want to know why you have it on. I don’t remember walking down a wedding aisle, but you’re one crafty man so I wouldn't put it past you that we’re somehow married already.”
Carter blushes at my words. Actually blushes. I’m not sure I’ve ever really seen that happen. He glances over at Jeanette who has her hands on her hips, still ready to fight about this bachelorette party that’s never going to happen.
“I just didn’t think it was fair,” he finally says to me, half-pouting. Yes, Carter is actually pouting.
“What’s not fair?” I ask.
“Well, if you won’t let us go down to the courthouse like I said the other day and get this finalized up real quick, then I need a ring too. Now. I’m not waiting for that shit. I want everyone to know I’m taken. That I finally got my woman and I’m hers.”
I feel my eyes start to fill with tears.
“Jesus, these guys are fucking good at getting what they want,” I hear Jeanette murmur, but I can hear the smile in her words.
I launch myself at my man and he catches me. I wrap my legs around him and his hands go to my ass.
“Fine, we’ll get married tomorrow if you want.” I had been putting it off because I wanted to do it right. Not big or anything but with flowers, a dress and pictures I would have forever. I thought since we waited this long, what was the harm in a little longer, but clearly to Carter we had waited long enough. I get that.
Carter squeezes my ass and gives me an even better idea “How about I take you to the courthouse, make it legal, and then you plan the wedding you want and we’ll do it all over again?”
“Perfect,” I say happily, because I would marry this man every day for the rest of my life if he asked me to.
Chapter Thirteen
Carter
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me, Cherry.”
She giggles and I get more frustrated.
“I’m three seconds away from ripping this dress down the back. Why would you get a dress with thirty million buttons? You should have just worn elastic or some shit. I could get that off so much faster,” I growl as I try to pop the buttons open. She walked around in the fucking thing all damn night, so of course my cock has been rock hard all damn night. She’s lucky I lasted as long as I did. One would think my lust for her would have mellowed over these past few months, but I swear it’s getting stronger.
“Carter, if you rip my wedding dress, I’ll never forgive you. And calm your big self down. There are exactly five buttons,” she admonishes me and I try not to complain.
She looked so beautiful today. We had a ceremony at the courthouse to make it official and now, a few months later, we are having the day Layla always dreamed of. It was small with only a few people, but it was everything she wanted, and that’s what I wanted.
Now we’re in the hotel suite for our wedding night. All I want to do is make love to my wife, but I can’t get these goddamn buttons undone. “My hands are too big,” I grumble and finally get one of the tiny pearls to open.
“See? Just four more and I’m all yours.”
“You’re already all mine,” I remind her. She has been since I found her and will be mine until I take my last breath.
She giggles again, and I go back to what I was doing. After what feels like ten hours I unhook the last button and the dress comes undone. It’s all I can do not to jump up in victory and pounce on her. Turning to face me I can see the heated look in her eyes that lets me know she’s up to something.
She slowly peels off the rest of her dress revealing sexy white lace lingerie that clings to her body, with white garters and stockings. I grab my chest to keep my heart inside of it and almost fall over.
“Goddamn, baby. You look beautiful.”
“Are you sure? I feel fat,” she touches her baby bump, but all I see is my goddess ripe with our baby.
“You’ve never looked more perfect, Cherry. So, so perfect.” I reach out and stroke her neck. I let my fingers trace her throat and down her cleavage. “You’re the most beautiful bride that’s ever lived, and I’m one lucky bastard.”
Suddenly I grab her up and carry her across the room to the bed. “Is this like carrying me across the threshold? Because you’ve done that already, Carter.”
“Just hush, baby, and let me carry my bride.”
I lay her down gently on the bed and begin to kiss my way up her body, starting at her toes. When I get to her lace-covered pussy I kiss and lick her over her panties until they’re soaked through and she’s begging me to rip them off.
Eventually I give my girl everything she wants because I always do. One little word and I’m a puddle for her. Hearing her “please” undoes me every time, and I
’m not even a little ashamed of how tight she has me wrapped around her finger.
For so long all I ever knew was struggle and hate. I never knew love like this. I never knew my heart could be so full of peace and happiness. All because of this little cherry bomb – she blew my world apart.
“Wake up, baby,” I whisper in Cherry’s ear as I kiss her naked back.
She’s laid out on a bed of blankets in front of the fireplace. We’re on the last night of our honeymoon, and I can’t put it off any longer.
