I playfully slap his ass while he marches me up the creaky stairs and tosses me on the bed.
We laugh and giggle while we kiss and grope each other. He makes quick work of removing my leggings and panties.
“Hey,” I say, teasing him, running my fingers through his soft, silver waves. “Are you gonna let me ride you again, cowboy?”
Sam claims my mouth with a searing, juicy kiss.
“No,” he says. “I’m gonna fuck you with my mouth and make you see heaven.”
His filthy words catch me off guard, thrilling me, and I gasp at the sensations they create all over my body.
He’s so ready to get started he doesn't even remove any more of my clothes.
Sam’s lips are on my pussy before I even know what’s happening, and it’s the most over-the-top lovely feeling of my life.
Chapter Eleven
Sam
The taste of my woman is the sweetest honey, and I can’t get enough.
“Thank you for this, Wren,” I say in response to her moans.
I’m so hungry for her. So damn starving, I didn’t know I could want someone this bad until I met her. I suck her tight bud into my mouth. If perfection had a taste, it would taste like my sweet angel Wren. I take my time, enjoying all of her, every inch.
I nibble, taste, suck and kiss every inch of her, slowly, over and over again. Her hands grasp wildly at the bedsheets for purchase and she begins to buck against me. Wren’s whole body starts to tremble and I back off of her clit and thrust my tongue into her tight heat. Her muscles pulse around me. She screams my name. I never thought I’d ever hear anyone call out for me like that, but this is really happening. She’s all mine.
I scoop my little bird up in my arms and hold her tight to me, running my hands over her back while she rides out her aftershocks.
“You’re amazing, my sweet Sam.”
She’s wrong. She’s wonderful, but she’s wrong. I’m as good of a man as I could ever hope to be because of her. She did this to me.
“You have ruined the old me, sweetheart. I’m not prepared to live another day if I don’t marry you as soon as possible.”
“Well,” she says once she’s caught her breath, “the judge will be ready whenever we have our marriage license.”
“What are you talking about?”
Wren replies, “Before we left the courthouse, I talked to her. She’s already agreed to marry us as soon as we have a marriage license. We don’t have a waiting period in this state, so when do you wanna do this?”
She looks almost offended by my amused chuckle. “Bullshit,” I say.
“Hey,” she counters. “It’s true.”
“That was supposed to be my job.”
“But you’ve been so nice to me, and I haven’t had the chance to do anything nice for you. Is that OK?”
I kiss her forehead and smile at her. I’m smiling a lot more these days. “It’s more than OK. I just thought you’d want a big wedding and an elegant reception.”
She shakes her head. “I don’t want anything fancy. I wouldn’t even know where to begin planning a wedding. I just want to start my life with you.”
“Anything my little bird asks for, she gets.”
Chapter Twelve
Sam
She may have surprised me by talking to the judge, but I have an even bigger surprise waiting for her.
Before I drove her to work at the store this morning, Wren had given me access to the contacts in her phone, under the pretense that we would have to send out change of address cards to her friends and family.
I find the name of a wedding planner online who had great reviews, and then begin plotting secretly with Smitty. I give Smitty the information with instructions to coordinate a small ceremony and a party at the ranch on the sly, inviting whomever among Wren’s contacts could make it on extremely short notice.
I figure we only need about a week to pack up her things, pay off her rent, and shop for anything else she might need. Apart from work, that should be enough to keep her occupied and not notice a wedding being planned right under her nose.
Because I’ve taken to driving her to and from work, it’s easier to time our arrivals back at the ranch each night so we miss seeing any wedding-related activities.
Our arrival back at the ranch one evening a week later is greeted with what looks like a festive road block at the gate.
A pink and gold golf cart awaits us with a perky young woman at the wheel, wearing a black pantsuit and a headset. The woman hops out and approaches the driver side. I roll down the window and she nods. “Mr. Evans, I’m Ally.”
I reach out my hand to shake her hand, and she nods curtly as she takes it, looks past me. “I take it you’re Wren? Come with me, please.”
I look over at my future wife and grin.
“Sam what the fuck is this? I need to shower.”
“Oh, you’ll be showering before you put the dress on, don’t worry. Call it my wedding gift for you.”
Wren stabs me with the daggers coming out of her eyes, but she can’t hide the smile. She goes with Ally and I watch them speed away over the hills toward the ranch house.
Smitty, who had been waiting for us in the golf cart with the wedding coordinator, looks a bit bewildered by this little whirlwind called Ally. He hops in the passenger side of the truck.
“What now?” I ask.
“What? Oh yeah. The wedding. Everything is set up at the barn. The men are getting dressed in the horse stables. The women are getting ready in the house.”
I study him; he seems preoccupied.
“You OK? You look distracted.”
Smitty shakes his head, like he’s clearing away a fog.
“Nah. I’m all good. Let’s go get you married, boss.”
Smitty and Ally have somehow pulled it off.
A dance floor has been erected outside of the barn, hung with party lights and a bandstand. The inside of the barn has been cleaned and outfitted with rows of white chairs facing a wedding arch decorated with purple flowers on the far wall.
Several neighbors, cousins and other relatives have shown up for the main event. I feel a lump in my throat when I think how I wish I had met Wren several years earlier, before my parents had passed. The rest of the crowd is made up of Wren’s coworkers, her brother and his partner, and even her sister who flew in with her family. Knowing how their relationship is still somewhat strained, I see this as progress and feel happy knowing Wren will get to see family today.
I stand under the arch with the judge and wait for my bride.
Things seem to be taking a little longer than expected.
After a few impatient minutes, I see Ally marching up to me. Her completely pleasant poker face reveals nothing.
“Can I talk to you a minute,” she whispers with a practiced smile.
I follow her outside of the barn as I feel my heart sink below my stomach.
“What is it? Is it Wren? What’s wrong?”
Ally puts up a reassuring hand. “Everything is fine with Wren, but her mother is here.”
“What? She was not supposed to—“
“She was not invited by us. Wren’s sister did it.”