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August 18 - August 21, 2023
“Hayes. Do you take Laiken Rose Blanchard to be your wife? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, keeping yourself unto her for as long as you both shall live?” Hayes’s brows furrow as he cranes his neck to see into the book Pastor Todd is holding. “You got anything longer than that in there?” God, I love this man. The pastor smiles as he snickers. “Afraid not.” “Fine then.” Hayes looks me in the eyes. “I do, even after we both shall live.” “And Laiken, do you take Hayes Beckett Wilder to be your husband? To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for
richer or poorer, keeping yourself unto him for as long as you both shall live?” “I do,”
“Then by the power vested in me by the state of North Carolina, I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.” Hayes smirks, grabbing the back of my neck and pulling me in like he’s been waiting on this forever. His mouth covers my own and with a hand holding me in place, he dips me back. And as we kiss for the first time as Mr. and Mrs. Hayes Wilder, it hits me. I get to spend the rest of my life doing this.
“I love you, Mrs. Wilder,” I tell her softly. She lifts her head and looks up at me with a smile. “I love you, too.”
Her head falls back as she gives me the first orgasm of the night and she bites her lip, but never again does she need to be quiet. Not in here. Not with me. “Nuh-uh,” I tell her. “You’re going to let me hear all of it. I want you screaming until your throat is raw.”
“Oh my God,” she pants. “Your mouth should be illegal.” I smirk against her pussy. That’s one thing I love about her—she’s always so damn responsive.
“You are, baby,” I tell her. “You’re always perfect for me. So perfect.”
“God, Lai. You’re incredible.” My eyes stay focused on her as she kisses and sucks on the shaft. “Such a pretty mouth on my cock.”
“Do it, baby,” I order her. “Come all over my cock like a good girl. You feel so good like this. Can only imagine how you’ll feel when you come.”
My fingers lace into her hair as I kiss the top of her head, and once again, the thought of her all big and pregnant with my baby doesn’t make me want to run for the hills. Hell, the idea of having a family is even a little appealing.
“Would it really be the worst idea?” I ask softly. “Having a baby?” She backs away and raises her brows at me. “Did you not hear me? Her vagina ripped to her asshole. What part of that doesn’t sound like the worst idea of all time?” Chuckling, I shrug. “I don’t know. I kind of like the idea of you all cute and knocked up with my baby.” I step closer and rest my hand on her belly, and she leaves it there for a second, until she doesn’t. “You don’t want a baby.”
“Why not?” “Because you’re too selfish to share me,” she says simply. “And a baby is almost a constant cockblock.” Shit. Yep, definitely didn’t think of that. I look around, finding my keys on the counter and grabbing them before heading to th...
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“I’m sorry,” I tell her. “I know I’m a lot sometimes, but the thought of losing you scares the shit out of me.” She puts down the book and runs her fingers through my hair. “I’m sorry, too, but you need to learn that I’m not going anywhere. Your initial on my ring finger and the marriage certificate you have framed on the wall like a damn certificate of ownership is proof of that.” I chuckle. “It’s not a certificate of ownership. I just like looking at it and knowing it wasn’t a dream. That you really married me.” “Of course I did,” she replies. “I love you, even when you’re a pain in the
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love you, too. God, fighting with you is the worst.”
“Have a good day. I love you.” “I love you more.” And as I walk out the door, I wonder if she has any idea how much. That if this fucker tries to come between us again, I won’t hesitate to make sure he never shows his face around here again. Because I will not lose her. I can’t. I don’t think I’d survive it.
“I’m sorry, too,” he says sincerely. “The things I said to you today were uncalled for. I’m not proud of the way I acted the last few days. To be honest, I still don’t fully believe I’m deserving of you, and I let that insecurity get the better of me. But watching you walk out the door today was devastating. I would never forgive myself if I let you get away.” God, I love this man. I kiss him again, this time a little slower. “One of these days, I’m going to get you to realize that you have nothing to worry about. I’m yours, H. Always.” “Just don’t give up on me,” he pleads, his voice laced
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“You’re infuriating,” he rumbles. “So fucking maddening and so fucking mine.” His hand comes up to grip my throat as he stares into my eyes. “Say it. Say who you belong to.” “You,” I breathe. “I’m yours.” The corner of his mouth raises into a smirk. “There’s my good girl.”
“You’re mine, Laiken,” he growls, as if I need to be reminded. “All fucking mine. Every inch of you.”
“Come in me,” I say breathlessly. He smirks, his eyes meeting mine. “Trust me, babe. I want nothing more than I want that. But you said yourself, I’m too greedy for a baby.” I whimper, moving my hips opposite of his to make him feel good. “I don’t care. I need it.”
“Give me it, Laiken,” he demands. “Soak my cock and my fingers with your cum.”
“You going to let me fuck your ass, baby?” he asks softly. “Going to be a good girl and take all my cum?”
“Please,” I beg. “I want it. I want you to come in my ass.”
“That’s my good girl. Always so good for me, giving me everything I want.”
“Do it,” I tell him. “Fuck my ass.” He licks his lips and moans as he starts to move. It’s slow at first, barely noticeable, but with each thrust, his movements quicken. “You feel amazing like this,” he groans. “Taking me like such a good little princess.”
“We fit so well together,” he says. His thumb rubs over the edge of my hole to feel me around him. “You were made just for me.”
Slowly, he pulls out and I don’t look away from the mirror as his brows furrow. He bites his lip and moans at the sight of his cum leaking out of me. Then he uses his cock to spread it around my pussy. “Fuck,” he groans. “That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
“Spin around,” he says. “Lie on top of me.” Pulling my mouth off him with a pop, I shake my head. “Today is all about you.” But he isn’t having it. “If you think getting to eat your pussy for breakfast isn’t a present, you don’t know me at all.”
“There is nothing better than getting the taste of you on my tongue first thing in the morning,” he tells me. I chuckle, lifting my head for a second to look at him. “You’re filthy.” “No. I’m honest. And you’re delicious.”
“You know, I never did get a chance to thank you,” his mom says. My brows furrow. “For what?” “Showing him that real love can be selfless and genuine. That not every relationship has to turn out like mine did.” I can see the pain in her eyes, and it hurts my heart. “He doesn’t blame you for any of that.” “I know he doesn’t,” she replies. “But I also know it’s the reason he didn’t take any relationship seriously. It’s why he never brought a girl home. Until you, anyway.” She comes over and stands beside me, watching her kids. “You’re really good for him, Laiken. And I’ll never be able to thank
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“Let’s get one thing straight,” he growls. “There are a lot of things I will tolerate, but you questioning my feelings for you or the dire need to spend the rest of my life waking up beside you is not one of them.”
“I love when you cook.” She hums, leaning back into me. “And I love when you hold me. It makes me feel like you love me.” “There will never be a day that I don’t love you.” I move my left hand and rest it on top of hers, showing our tattoos of each other’s initials together. “You’re my forever.”
She lifts her head from my chest and smiles at me, but her concern grows as she sees the single tear that escapes from one
of my eyes. Gently wiping it away with her thumb, she comes closer and ghosts her lips against mine. “I love you so much,” she whispers. God, if I could make the sound of her saying that my ringtone, I would. “I love you. I’m forever in love with you.”
“Love me,” she pleads. “I need you to make love to me.”
“You are the best thing in my life,” I say as I slowly pull in and out of her.
I feel like I can’t breathe as I step closer, seeing her handwriting scrawled across the back of our wedding photo. I’m so sorry. Three words. Three simple words that manage to send my entire world crashing down around me. And sitting beside them, shining in the sunlight that comes through the window, is the ring I proposed to her with. No. This can’t be happening. She wouldn’t fucking do this!
