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I push down my boxers and jeans and let out a sigh of relief when my cock is set free of the denim cage it’s been pressed against. Her gaze drops, and she bites her lower lip.
Her painted nails wrap around my erection, and I groan.
“That’s a pretty sight.”
I grip her inner thigh and squeeze the soft, delicate skin before pushing her panties to the side and grazing my thumb over her wet pussy. I draw more of her arousal out and spread it around.
“You’re so wet, sweetheart,” I say, shoving two fingers inside her.
She lets out a gasp and then moans when I widen my fingers into a V, opening her up for me.
“Make love to me, Lonan.”
“Pretty sure I’m not supposed to have sex with my bride the day before the wedding. But tomorrow afternoon, when you’re standing in front of me, looking like a dream in that white dress, I want you to think about this.”
I pull my fingers out and fist my cock, pushing my entire length inside her. Her mouth drops open, and as she writhes under me to adjusts to my size, I get even harder. Her head lifts, and she watches as I slide in and out of her. The sounds of her breathy moans and wet pussy mingle with the sounds of the outdoors. Birds chirping, branches settling—even the trees seem to pulsate with energy.
“You take me so well, baby.”
“You give it to me so well,” she pants.
I give her a cocky smile and shake my head. I’m the luckiest man alive.
When her legs shake, I know she’s close. I thrust into her as deep as I can. The gush of fluid that hits when she clenches around me only makes me fuck her harder through her orgasm. Her body pulses as she eats up every inch of my cock, her muscles tightening around me.
I explode inside her.
“Such a good fucking wife,” I growl in her ear.
BRIDGET
It’s my wedding day. My wedding day to the man who makes me feel seen, loved, and protected. I take one last look at myself in the mirror and smile. After trying a few dress shops, I couldn’t find anything I loved. However, we found a seamstress that created the most beautiful backless gown from my mother’s wedding dress. It’s a masterpiece that has so much meaning sewn into each stitch. My bouquet is made of mostly creams and greenery from the woods. Still, there’s one magenta peony I’ve added, reminiscent of the flowers from Lonan, and a reminder that no matter how far apart, we will always find each other again.
A tall tent sits off to the side of our forest sanctuary. Dad and I wait inside.
“How ya doing, kiddo? Nervous?”
“A little. Mostly happy, though. I’m so happy, Dad.”
He pulls me in for a hug, and when we release, his eyes are misty.
“I remember seeing your mom walk down the aisle in this dress, and I remember thinking that I could never feel happier than I did at that moment. Years later, your brother was born, and a couple of years after that, you came along. That was a joy like no other.”
He pauses and clears his throat, emotion pulling at his voice.
“After... we still had fun times, but there was always that shadow of your absence. But now? It’s like we’re whole again. I’m so proud of you and who you have become.”
I give him another hug and squeeze him tight. “I love you, Dad.”
Feeling my eyes start to burn, I look up, gently blotting away some of the moisture with a tissue.
“Come on now, don’t start that shit. You’ll get me going too.”
“You started it.” I sniff. He laughs and then I giggle. It’s part nerves, part giddiness.
I watch through the small window and see Lonan. Holy shit, he looks good. A smile takes over my face, and my heart is wrapped in warmth as he walks my mother down the aisle. His family is my family. The bond he shares with my parents makes me love him even more. Next, Jack walks down, holding Liam in one arm and Audrey in the other. The love in his eyes when he looks at her is palpable from here. He hands off the sleeping baby to Auds, and she takes a seat in the front row. Micky walks down with Mads. The guests “Aww” when her fairy wings bounce with each step as she drops handfuls of lavender onto the ground with her little rustic twig wand tucked in her fist. Micky needs to wear more dusty blue because it’s her color. Lonan’s single teammates will be trying to get her number tonight.
The song that’s playing quiets down, and Lonan turns away. That’s our cue.
