Until June
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“I’m right here, baby.”
“I need you inside of me.” Removing my fingers from her, I lick them clean then kick off my jeans and move back between her still spread legs.
“I don’t know if I can go soft,” I tell her, pushing her hair back away from her face.
“Why would you need to be soft?” she asks, wrapping her hand around my cock, sliding it up and down.
“The baby.”
“The baby is fine. Now, please, fuck me.” She lifts her hips, and I sink slowly inside her.
“Harder,” she begs, and I lean back, searching her eyes, picking up my pace. Her legs lift, wrapping me tight, and her back arches off the bed.
“Fuck,” I growl, picking up the pace at seeing that she’s close.
“Yesss.” Her nails dig into my back as her pussy convulses around me, taking me with her through her orgasm.
“Home,” I growl, looking into her beautiful eyes. “You are my home.” I slide out then back in, burying my face in her neck and my cock deep.
“You’re my home,” she whispers into my ear. “I love you.”
“I love you too, beautiful.” I lean back to look at her, knowing I may have fucked up, but there was no way I would ever lose her again.
Epilogue
Three months later
“You may now kiss the bride.”
At those words, I grab June around the waist, dip her backward, and cover her mouth with mine, while our family and friends cheer loudly. When I saw her coming down the aisle toward me, holding on to her dad’s arm, I had to clench my fist so I didn’t rush forward and drag her away from him toward the altar.
Ripping my mouth reluctantly from hers, I gaze down at her, knowing I’m the luckiest motherfucker on the planet. She’s always beautiful, but wearing her off-the-shoulder, form-fitting ivory dress, with her skin glowing from pregnancy, her hair tied up, showing off her face and neck, she’s breathtaking.
“I love you,” she breathes, running her fingers over my lips, while her eyes fill with tears.
“Always, beautiful, until the day I die.” I stand her with me, and a roar explodes around us. Lifting her up into my arms, I listen to her laugh while I carry her back down the aisle, hearing a few chuckles as we pass everyone without stopping.
“Where are we going?” June questions, as I head into the building, where we both got ready this afternoon.
“Your mom kept me from you last night. And today, I stayed away like she asked me to, but now you’re my wife, all bets are off,” I mutter, heading toward her dressing room. As soon as I reach her door, I growl, “Open it,” then kick the door closed and move across the room to the couch, laying her down gently. “How hard would it be for me to take this dress off you?” I question, running my hands up the lace covering her sides and the intricate buttons along her back.
“It took twenty minutes for my mom and sisters to get it all buttoned.” She laughs, tugging my face toward hers. “But we can make out.” She smiles against my mouth and I thrust my tongue between her parted lips, covering her body with mine.
“If you two don’t get out here right now, I swear I will break down this door!” November yells, breaking up our moment, and I look into June’s smiling eyes and mutter, “Your mom is a nut.”
“That’s not my mom. That’s Momzilla,” she whispers, shoving her face into my neck, laughing when November pounds again. This time harder.
“We better get out there before she realizes the door isn’t locked,” I grumble, looking toward the door, surprised it hasn’t opened already.
“We have a week of just us and a private beach,” she says, reminding me softly about our wedding gift from her Uncle Trevor and Aunt Liz, who are letting us use their beach house in Jamaica for a week. A week during which I plan to take complete advantage of our time alone without family and drama. Not that there has been any more drama. Lane has stayed away since he was served with a restraining order, and I’ve been seeing someone about my episode. The wedding is the only thing that has been keeping me from having all of June, and as of today, that is over. Even though I have to admit, the reception hall and the wedding venue are perfect. All of June’s late nights with her mom, sisters, and aunts have paid off. They did an amazing job.
“I don’t want to share you with anyone. I didn’t like being away from you last night or today,” I admit, and her face goes soft.
“Just a few more hours.”
“A few more hours,” I agree, standing her with me, then move my hands to her hair and smooth it back into place. “You look beautiful.”
“And you look very handsome in your tux. I can’t believe mom actually talked you into wearing one.”
“She didn’t leave me a choice.” I grin then search her face. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine.” She smiles leaning into me. “I got a little sick this morning, but since then, I’ve been okay.”
“I don’t like that you were sick without me there to take care of you.” I frown, moving my hands to her stomach.
“I wasn’t sick, just nauseous, and it’s normal, so get that look off your face.” She shakes her head smiling.
“It’s my job to worry about you,” I remind her. Just then, the door swings open and November comes in with her eyes covered.
“You two better be decent!” she shouts toward the wall opposite us.
“I need you inside of me.” Removing my fingers from her, I lick them clean then kick off my jeans and move back between her still spread legs.
“I don’t know if I can go soft,” I tell her, pushing her hair back away from her face.
“Why would you need to be soft?” she asks, wrapping her hand around my cock, sliding it up and down.
“The baby.”
“The baby is fine. Now, please, fuck me.” She lifts her hips, and I sink slowly inside her.
“Harder,” she begs, and I lean back, searching her eyes, picking up my pace. Her legs lift, wrapping me tight, and her back arches off the bed.
“Fuck,” I growl, picking up the pace at seeing that she’s close.
“Yesss.” Her nails dig into my back as her pussy convulses around me, taking me with her through her orgasm.
“Home,” I growl, looking into her beautiful eyes. “You are my home.” I slide out then back in, burying my face in her neck and my cock deep.
“You’re my home,” she whispers into my ear. “I love you.”
“I love you too, beautiful.” I lean back to look at her, knowing I may have fucked up, but there was no way I would ever lose her again.
Epilogue
Three months later
“You may now kiss the bride.”
At those words, I grab June around the waist, dip her backward, and cover her mouth with mine, while our family and friends cheer loudly. When I saw her coming down the aisle toward me, holding on to her dad’s arm, I had to clench my fist so I didn’t rush forward and drag her away from him toward the altar.
Ripping my mouth reluctantly from hers, I gaze down at her, knowing I’m the luckiest motherfucker on the planet. She’s always beautiful, but wearing her off-the-shoulder, form-fitting ivory dress, with her skin glowing from pregnancy, her hair tied up, showing off her face and neck, she’s breathtaking.
“I love you,” she breathes, running her fingers over my lips, while her eyes fill with tears.
“Always, beautiful, until the day I die.” I stand her with me, and a roar explodes around us. Lifting her up into my arms, I listen to her laugh while I carry her back down the aisle, hearing a few chuckles as we pass everyone without stopping.
“Where are we going?” June questions, as I head into the building, where we both got ready this afternoon.
“Your mom kept me from you last night. And today, I stayed away like she asked me to, but now you’re my wife, all bets are off,” I mutter, heading toward her dressing room. As soon as I reach her door, I growl, “Open it,” then kick the door closed and move across the room to the couch, laying her down gently. “How hard would it be for me to take this dress off you?” I question, running my hands up the lace covering her sides and the intricate buttons along her back.
“It took twenty minutes for my mom and sisters to get it all buttoned.” She laughs, tugging my face toward hers. “But we can make out.” She smiles against my mouth and I thrust my tongue between her parted lips, covering her body with mine.
“If you two don’t get out here right now, I swear I will break down this door!” November yells, breaking up our moment, and I look into June’s smiling eyes and mutter, “Your mom is a nut.”
“That’s not my mom. That’s Momzilla,” she whispers, shoving her face into my neck, laughing when November pounds again. This time harder.
“We better get out there before she realizes the door isn’t locked,” I grumble, looking toward the door, surprised it hasn’t opened already.
“We have a week of just us and a private beach,” she says, reminding me softly about our wedding gift from her Uncle Trevor and Aunt Liz, who are letting us use their beach house in Jamaica for a week. A week during which I plan to take complete advantage of our time alone without family and drama. Not that there has been any more drama. Lane has stayed away since he was served with a restraining order, and I’ve been seeing someone about my episode. The wedding is the only thing that has been keeping me from having all of June, and as of today, that is over. Even though I have to admit, the reception hall and the wedding venue are perfect. All of June’s late nights with her mom, sisters, and aunts have paid off. They did an amazing job.
“I don’t want to share you with anyone. I didn’t like being away from you last night or today,” I admit, and her face goes soft.
“Just a few more hours.”
“A few more hours,” I agree, standing her with me, then move my hands to her hair and smooth it back into place. “You look beautiful.”
“And you look very handsome in your tux. I can’t believe mom actually talked you into wearing one.”
“She didn’t leave me a choice.” I grin then search her face. “How are you feeling?”
“Fine.” She smiles leaning into me. “I got a little sick this morning, but since then, I’ve been okay.”
“I don’t like that you were sick without me there to take care of you.” I frown, moving my hands to her stomach.
“I wasn’t sick, just nauseous, and it’s normal, so get that look off your face.” She shakes her head smiling.
“It’s my job to worry about you,” I remind her. Just then, the door swings open and November comes in with her eyes covered.
“You two better be decent!” she shouts toward the wall opposite us.
