Already on shaky legs, I grabbed Jack’s shoulders for balance as he slowly pulled away, breaking our first kiss as husband and wife.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like to present for the very first time, Mr. and Mrs. Carter.” Gramps smiled wide.
“Baby-making time,” Jack whispered in my ear before grabbing my hand and pulling us from the altar.
Heat spread across my cheeks as I choked back a response, but followed him anyway. I’d follow that man anywhere.
Married Life
Bright morning light filtered in through the curtains as I opened my eyes to the sound of Gran and Gramps placing dishes and silverware on the kitchen table. My room was closest to the kitchen, so whenever they banged around in there, it always woke me up. For a second, I was reminded of my high school days, when the smell of Gran’s fresh-cooked waffles would waft down the hallway before school. With a smile, I remembered what day it was and focused my attention on the blonde hair splayed across my arm.
My wife, Cassie, lay curled up next to me, her ass pressed tightly up against my groin.
My wife.
Someone actually loved me enough to not only put up with my shit, but to agree to put up with it for the rest of her life. She was probably insane on some level, but I’d take it. Whatever kept this woman by my side was fine by me. I wasn’t sure what it was about being married, but the pieces that used to spin out of control inside me actually felt settled now. Knowing that Cassie had vowed to be mine forever filled me with a sense of comfort I’d never known I was missing.
In that moment, I felt like I could do anything. I could put on a cape, sprout some wings, and save the whole f**king world if I wanted to. And the best part was, the girl by my side wasn’t going anywhere. She’d sew a J on that cape and watch me fly if I asked her to.
How did I just revert to a twelve-year-old with superhero fantasies? Fucking loser.
I reached my arm around Cassie’s bare waist, my fingers exploring the side of her body I couldn’t see. She moaned and my dick throbbed to life.
“Good morning, wife,” I whispered against her face, before kissing the lobe of her ear and sucking it into my mouth.
Cassie moaned again before turning to face me, her gorgeous green eyes beaming. “Good morning, husband.”
Husband.
Fuck yeah, I’m your husband. I think that means I’m legally allowed to kill anyone who f**ks with her, right? Right.
Leaning down, I pulled her lower lip between my teeth and nibbled playfully. Without warning, I pushed my tongue into her open mouth, moving it in sync with hers. I f**king ached to be inside her. Literally. Fucking. Ached.
“I need you,” I breathed out between kisses.
Her hands reached for my lower back, her fingers pulling at my skin to move me into position on top of her. I did as she silently asked, and she pushed her knees apart in welcome. “I guess that’s a yes?” I joked, sliding inside her before she changed her mind.
“Oh God, Jack,” she moaned, then bit her lip. “Go slow.”
“Jesus, Cassie. Do you know how hard it is to go slow when you feel this f**king good?” I attempted to manage my thrusts, but my dick was uncooperative. Like it had a mind of its own, it betrayed the commands from my brain. “I’m sorry, babe, but it won’t listen.”
She giggled underneath me as a line formed between her eyebrows. “What won’t listen?”
“My dick,” I breathed out.
Her hips moved beneath me, rising and falling in perfect time against me, with me, whatever. “I’m not going to last,” I warned, trying my best to slow the inevitable.
Those beautiful green eyes met mine before she gripped the back of my neck and pulled my mouth to hers. Our tongues explored each other with increasingly frantic desperation. I moved in and out of her perfection, my hard-on growing with each thrust.
“I feel you getting bigger inside me.” Her breath was hot against my mouth. “It’s such a turn-on, Jack.”
“You really shouldn’t have said that.” Those words were all it took to send me over the edge. With one last thrust, I lost myself inside of her. Cassie’s mouth fell open as pleasure coursed through her body. I watched as she found her own release and shuddered when it was done.
“God, you’re beautiful. I love you so much,” I said as I ran my fingers through her hair.
She smiled and said, “I love you too. Always,” and I was instantly reminded of how lucky I was to have her.
“Always,” I agreed. “We should get up. I smell Gran’s cooking and they’re already in the kitchen.”
Face flushed, she buried her head into my pillow. “Do you think they heard us?”
I laughed. “They didn’t hear us. But we’re married now, so we can do this stuff.”
“Jack! Don’t be disrespectful.”
“Me? You’re the disrespectful one,” I teased before planting a kiss on her forehead. “Now get up. Unless you plan on eating breakfast naked. Honestly, I don’t think Gramps would mind. Or Dean.”
Her face twisted in mock horror and she smacked me playfully. “You’re disgusting.”
A little while later, we settled into our seats at the table and I noticed Dean heading our way. I palmed a blueberry muffin and waited. He walked through the entryway and I hurled the muffin.
“Seriously?” He looked down to see the crumbled pastry at his feet.
“Jack! Don’t throw food!” Gran scolded and I shrugged.