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EPILOGUE
NOLAN
FOUR MONTHS LATER
Havingto wait to make Cheryl officially mine was the hardest thing I’ve ever done. Five excruciating weeks. As soon as we got home from Kansas City, we bought a house together. We moved in and got a dog. Bo Peep is the cutest sheepdog that I’ve ever seen. Our engagement at the book signing picked up some press, and as a result, Cheryl’s book sales skyrocketed. While that is amazing, today is the day. Today is the day that Cheryl becomes my wife. Before God and all of our friends and family, we will take our first steps as man and wife.
Nick stands next to me as my best man. I had to come up with six additional groomsmen, so I enlisted the help of Nora and five of our closest cousins. The bridesmaids, Hope, Jinny, Scarlet, & Sassy, make their way down the aisle and stand off to the side. Rose, the maid of honor, enters, and I feel Nick tense up beside me. He is head over heels in love with this girl, but she won’t give him the time of day. I turn to tell him that everything will be okay, but that thought gets lost when the pianist begins to play “Turn Me On” by Alessa G. I can’t help grinning, remembering the strip tease she did for me in her hotel room in Kansas City. She was so nervous doing it, her blush reaching her belly, but fuck it was hot as hell. The fact that she chose this song does something to me. I turn and look over to the doorway and see her. She’s on her father’s arm, but to be honest, I don’t see anything but her. She’s gorgeous in her white dress. She looks like a princess from a fairytale, complete with little flowers in her hair. I don’t know how I got so lucky; I just know that I am. I’m not going to lie; I’m crying. As she walks toward me, I can see that she is too. Then her hand is in mine, and Evan begins the ceremony. I am not a big churchgoer, but Cheryl is, so I’ve been going with her. Evan isn’t as pushy as some pastors.
“Friends, family, I am honored to be presiding over the wedding of Nolan James Pike and Cheryl Monreau Bow. They have written their own vows. Cheryl?”
“Nolan. I never thought we’d get here. When I first spoke to you, you woke something up inside of me. When we met, that undefinable something grew. The more time I spent with you, the more I loved you. Every night, I prayed that God would give you to me, and when He did, I vowed never to forsake Him. Just as I will never forsake you. I’ll be forever faithful, and I will love you until my dying breath. There is no one else for me. You are my king. I can’t wait to be your wife.
“Nolan?” Evan asks when Cheryl doesn’t say anything else.
“Cheryl, I always knew we’d get here. One way or another, I knew I would do whatever it took to make you my wife. I moved across the country after meeting you. I did everything I could think of to put myself in your path. You might think God gave me to you, but he made us for each other. You are my queen. My heart. My soul. My oxygen. I need you more than anything else in the world. Being your husband will be my greatest accomplishment. I love you.
“The rings?” Evan asks, thrusting the Bible toward Nick first, then Rose. They each set the ring they are holding on to the Bible. “Thank you. In the Song Of Solomon chapter eight, verses six and seven, we are told to place me like a seal over your heart, like a seal on your arm. For love is as strong as death, its jealousy as enduring as the grave. Love flashes like fire, the brightest kind of flame. I agree that true love burns bright, like the love of Nolan and Cheryl. We are here to bear witness to this union and the love they share. Nolan, repeat after me. Cheryl, please accept this ring as a token of my true, pure love for you. With this I give you my heart and my soul. They are yours always and forever.”
“Cheryl, please accept this ring as a token of my true, pure love for you. With this I give you my heart and my soul. They are yours always and forever,” I eagerly repeat, sliding her wedding band on her finger.
“Cheryl, repeat after me. Nolan, please accept this ring as a token of my true, pure love for you. With this, I give you my heart and my soul. They are yours always and forever.
“Nolan, please accept this ring as a token of my true, pure love for you. With this, I give you my heart and my soul. They are yours always and forever,” she says as she puts my wedding band on me. I am not big on jewelry, I don’t even wear a watch, but I will never take this off. This is the moment I’ve been waiting for since the second I heard her voice.
“Excellent. By the power of God Almighty and the great state of Maine, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” I do. I fucking kissmy wife, and nothing has ever felt better. “Ladies and gentlemen, presenting, for the very first time, Mr. and Mrs. Nolan Pike.” The room erupts into applause, but still, I’m kissing her.
“The bride and groom would like to invite you to the cocktail hour over at the pavilion. They will head over there shortly once their pictures are out of the way,” Rose says. She’s taking her maid of honor duties seriously.
Eventually, I stop kissing my wife. My wife. That sounds amazing, even in my head.
“Come, wife,” I say, practically dragging her from the sanctuary into an unused hallway. We won’t be disturbed. I drop down to my knees in front of her.
“What are you doing, husband?”
“What does it look like?” When she doesn’t say anything, I continue. “I am worshiping my queen.” I pull the skirt of her dress up. “Hold these,” I demand. I am pleasantly surprised to see that she’s skipped panties because that allows me to get to what’s mine faster. I bury my head in her pussy and lick her until she screams my name. While she’s coming back down, I move back up her body to kiss her.
“You’re such a good girl, Cheryl.” I can’t help praising her. I know that she likes it. She moans while leaning down to lick, kiss, and bite my neck. That drives me wild.
“Fuck me, Nolan. Now. Please,” she says, shocking the hell out of me. That is the first time I’ve ever heard her curse before. I find that I like it.
“My, my, my. What a filthy little mouth you have, wife.”
“You love it, Nolan. Now give me what I need.”
“There’s no need to ask twice. It’s always yours. Whatever you need. Whatever you want. I’m yours.”
“I’m yours too, but please hurry. I need you now.”
I fumble with the tux pants for a moment until I get my excruciatingly hard cock out. Lifting Cheryl up, I pin her to the wall with my body, her legs wrapping around my waist. In seconds, I am balls deep inside of her, thrusting in and out of her.
“Fuck, baby. You’re choking the life out of me,” I growl into her ear.
“I’m gonna come, Nolan. Harder, please,” she moans. I love when she demands things from me. Without another word, I fuck into her harder and harder until her pussy squeezes my cock, and her thighs tighten around my waist like a boa constrictor. I shout her name and fill her with my seed; breeding her is all that’s on my mind now that she’s officially mine. And what fucking fun it will be to breed her.
Our honeymoon to St. Thomas in the U.S. Virgin Islands was amazing. I don’t think we did anything but eat, swim, drink lots of alcohol, and fuck the entire two weeks we were there. It was no surprise that almost as soon as we were back home, we found out she was pregnant. As soon as the honeymoon was over, we were back to work full-time. I never knew that a baby could cost so much money, and since I plan on keeping her knocked up for a while, money needs to be made. We turned one of the four bedrooms into a joint office. Her side is shockingly messy. Post-its line every available surface of her desk and the wall behind it. It’s her process, and I respect that. Once a week, I come in and dust and get rid of her Starbucks cups and other various beverages. It can really pile up. My side, on the other hand, is borderline obsessively neat. Nothing is out of place, and my drinks leave when I do. I have a strict no food on my side policy. My proofs are organized by client and by the date due. I can’t have food anywhere near them.
