Chapter Thirty-Six
Axton
I always thought men were nervous on their wedding day. I was excited, especially after the rehearsal and dinner last night. Seeing her walk down that aisle on Koty’s arm gave me a glimpse to what I would have been seeing on our big day.
All of the cultists were released from County, and they went back home. Our wedding was to be live streamed to all of the followers, that meant all of the compounds. Belle’s brother, who she said was in his late twenties, set up all the equipment and Magnus said it was up and going.
Creed and I waited in the sacristy while the guests arrived. The organ was being played by Morgan’s grandmother, and the minutes were counting down. Father Meyer placed one hand on my shoulder and another on Creed’s as he said a prayer. Then everyone but Father and Creed left to go walk the girls down the aisle.
“I guess as your best man I should have some words of wisdom.” Creed said. “Morgan and I moved things quick, and I still have no regrets. Being a dad and a husband has been the greatest part of my life. You’d think after an adoption, a twin pregnancy, and of course being held captive, the honeymoon period would be over, but I still live and breathe for every moment with Morgan. She gave me a daughter and two sons, and our connection has only grown stronger. I like the way you’re doing things and maybe you’re on to something. You’ve respected her deep faith, but also encouraged her to spread her wings and not fear the wrath of God every moment of her life. She’s a very intelligent woman, and she’s eager to learn new things every single day. You’re dating her, not just marrying her, and it's about time someone takes care of you for once. You’re going to be a great husband, and I can’t wait for your first kid. It’s like nothing I can describe. You love Belle, but nothing can prepare you for the love you’ll have for your children.”
“It’s time.” Father announced.
Creed straightened my tuxedo tie and slapped my back. “Let’s get you hitched.”
I already was hitched, but I didn’t comment. Our marriage was already recognized by the church, but I wanted the ability to receive the Eucharist in the future. Belle’s community wouldn’t recognize it unless we said our vows in front of a religious officiant and prayed for God’s blessing. I was honestly shocked they were going to recognize our Catholic wedding. Creed and I followed Father Meyer out and the first faces I saw was my grandparents, aunts and uncles, and a few cousins. I also saw Gloria, Sniper, and a good part of Creed’s Lake. There weren’t seats left downstairs or upstairs, so people had to stand in the back. The church was packed, and I even saw Mrs. Hoffman and the liar’s club from the general store.
The music changed and my mom walked down the aisle on the arm of Magnus’s dad, who was like a dad to all of us, and they took their seats. Mom looked nice in a pale pink dress. Then Belle’s mothers, which I learned they were both recognized as her mothers, missing one that was in Utah, walked down together and refused an usher. They took a seat and of course my mom was sobbing, putting on all the drama of course.
The church was beautiful. The stained-glass windows reminded me of the church I attended as a kid and gave me a feeling of home. There were flowers everywhere, and there was no mistaken there was a wedding happening. I glanced at my grandma and gave her a smile and a wink, then she blew me a kiss. I placed my hand on my heart and patted it, letting her know what I probably wouldn’t ever say out loud. I love you. My grandma and grandpa tried to fight for us, that’s what caused the estrangement between them and mom. Unfortunately, the judge always ruled in favor of mom.
The music changed again, and Melissa walked out with Drakos. I heard a few people gasp. That wasn’t because Melissa looked so tiny next to her boyfriend, it was because Drakos was huge. He always had that effect on people. They took their places, and then it was Morgan and Magnus, Heidi and Jennings, Steph and Granger, Irons and Wrenly, Bolton and Darren, then the second most important girl, my niece Addie. That was when I had to pull out my handkerchief. She looked so damn adorable in that little dress. It was a light green sheer little ball gown and had a tiny train with butterflies on it. Her blond hair was down in curls, and she carried a little basket with pedals in it. She was so brave to walk down that aisle alone. It cost me big. I had to promise one sleepover a month, a red snow cone every Thursday, and I had to give that stupid maween Weston a wedgie. She didn’t carefully toss down the pedals, she threw them up in the air and they landed all over the place, even into some guest’s hair. Then she looked at me and skipped up to give me a hug.
“I love you, Uncle Mike.” She kissed my cheek then ran over to stand by Bolton. Yeah, that was a little weird, and something I forgot to tell Belle. Dammit! Sleeping with Bolton happened so long ago, and it was only one time that I forgot when Belle said she wanted all the Originals and their significant others in the wedding. Minus Baros, the asshole was back in paradise.
I smiled then wiped a few tears away with my handkerchief when I saw Kayla. She was so beautiful in her light green dress. I patted my chest for her, and she smiled then gave me a wink when she took her place. Someday, I’d give her away to the man of her dreams, and she would also be as nervous as Belle might have been about what would happen on her wedding night.
I saw white in the back, but I couldn’t see Belle yet. The music changed and everyone stood. That was when I heard the entire crowd and Father Meyer gasp. Father laid his hand on my shoulder and leaned in closer. “I’ve officiated and have been to hundreds of weddings, and never saw a more beautiful bride.”
My heart was racing, and my legs nearly gave out. I never felt so emotional in my life. Her hair was half up, and the veil flowed beautifully behind her. The dress was absolutely stunning, and I was shocked her mother’s didn’t have a meltdown because it was the kind that had no sleeves. It exposed her shoulders, and I thought she would have chosen a more modest dress, but I was pleased with her choice to say the least. My wife looked like an absolute angel. She held a large bouquet of roses, light pink, cream, light blue. I didn’t even notice Koty in a tux at first. She looked so tall next to him, but also so happy. Her eyes glimmered and her smile was brilliant.
Creed squeezed my shoulder because I wasn’t holding it together well. She had to have been sent by God, there was no other explanation. She bent down so Koty could kiss her cheek, respond to father and then he took a seat as she handed Kayla her flowers then turned to me.
“You are so beautiful.” I sniffled. She took my handkerchief and dabbed my tears away, and everyone laughed. She even stuck the handkerchief into my pocket and the crowd laughed a little harder. My wife was already taking care of me.
She placed her hands in mine, and we stood in front of God and everyone we loved as we promised an eternity together as husband and wife.
Belle
I smeared cake in his face, then tried to escape before he caught me. I was laughing too hard because of the look on his face. Instead of smearing it on my face, he kissed me. I loved it when he laughed through the kiss. Michael’s laugh was contagious when I heard it, just like his smiles, and his humor. He could take a bad day and flip it into a good one in less than a second. That was what I had to look forward to for the rest of my life.
The photographer snapped one photo after another of us, hopefully capturing all the joy we were feeling in that moment. When he lifted his head, both of our faces had icing smeared all over them. Then, I wiped away what was on his face, and he did the same for me. We took care of each other, and balanced each other because we both had strengths and weaknesses.
Unlike the movies where a wedding reception was held at a lavish hotel ballroom, ours was at the local VFW hall. Morgan and her mother turned it into a beautiful venue with flowers, candles, and dancing lights. Every wall and the ceiling had a satin backdrop, with dancing lighted stars coming from several projectors. Every table had candles and bouquets of flowers in the most creamy soft colors.
My husband was as handsome as ever in his fitted tux, my friends wore the most beautiful dresses, and so far Addie kept her cool with Weston.
The fried chicken was an interesting choice. That also wasn’t what I saw in the movies, but everyone seemed to be super excited about it. Especially Morgan, who made sure all the guests only took two pieces so there would be leftovers.
We drank champagne, spoke with our guests, and I adored his mother’s family. I couldn’t wait to visit them in Charleston.
I threw my bouquet, which hit Kayla in the face, and Michael’s cousin Trent caught the garter. It was already the best day of my life, and the music hadn’t even started yet.
Everyone was having the time of their lives dancing when the DJ started the music. All of my bridesmaids took me to the dance floor, and we laughed as they showed me how to fast dance. The hall was packed with people, and I had never been in one place where there were so many smiles and bursts of laughter.
Then our song came on, and Michael’s new shiny platinum band shined on his finger. As we danced, he sang the song My Girl to me between kisses. I was so lost in his eyes as he smiled down at me.
“I’ve got sunshine on a cloudy day.”
He dipped me and I laughed.
“I’ve got a sweeter song, than the birds in the trees. Well, I guess you’d say, What can make me feel this way? My girl, my girl, my girl Talkin’ ‘bout my girl, my girl”
I laughed again when he swung me back up and planted his lips on mine.
The bridal party dance started, and Michael and I both laughed when Addie pulled Steph’s little boy by the collar to the dancefloor. The poor boy tried to escape, but Addie wasn’t having it. She whispered something in his ear, and I saw a flash of fear just before I saw defeat written all over his face and he gave in.
“How much do you want to bet those were not gold star worthy words?” Michael chuckled.
“I think we both know the answer to that.”
In the month since Michael proposed, our bond grew stronger. I became more independent, and he was my biggest supporter. I couldn’t wait until we left the reception for the hotel in Louisville. We knew the time had finally come when we heard the helicopter land in the ball field behind the VFW. Every single operative and Original stood forming two lines as they saluted Michael who carried me to that helicopter. I was nervous because I had never been on one, but my husband buckled me in safely then sat next to me as he held my hand. He pointed out the window and that was when fireworks shot off while our friends and families waved us off from down below.
“Not bad for a month of planning.” Michael squeezed my hand.
“That’s what happens when you have an entire community rallying for us.” I pecked his lips.
When we got to the hotel, Michael carried me over the threshold into our suite. I had everything I needed, including the gift I had for Michael.
“I’ve seen more flowers on this one day than in my entire life.” He sat me down on my feet then pecked my lips before he took off his jacket then started on his tie. I looked at each card in the flowers and didn’t know anyone that sent them, but I recognized one name.
Wishing you both a lifetime of happiness. Faye
I may have let out an internal growl, but didn’t say anything, just went to my handbag and grabbed the envelope I had in it for Michael. The prospects loaded all our luggage and everything we needed and dropped it all off earlier in the day. I turned and Michael was looking at me like he was about to devour me. I smiled and took a few steps closer then handed him the envelope.
“What’s this?” He asked.
“Just a little wedding gift from Creed’s Lake to you.”
He opened the envelope and pulled out the letter. His eyes grew as he read it. “Flight school?”
I wrapped my arms around him. “It’s time, Michael. We might be husband and wife, but that doesn’t mean you can’t have dreams and goals of your own.”
The letter fell from his hand as the other hand cradled my face. “What is a man to do when he has found all he ever needed?” He studied my eyes.
“Reach for the stars, Michael. There’s nothing left to stand in your way anymore.”
His lips turned up as they lowered toward mine.
Axton
Her scent surrounded me as my tongue swept against hers. I was beyond thankful her dress had a zipper on the back. Our lips never parted as she unbuttoned my shirt, and I unzipped her dress. Within a matter of moments, I had her stepping out of the wedding dress that was piled at her feet. She had no fucking clue what that lingerie was doing to me. It was a white laced strapless bra, a suspender belt around her waist, thong panties and white stockings. I watched as she pulled out all the pins from her hair, and that gorgeous copper silk mane fell over her shoulders, making my cock the hardest it ever was in my life. She stepped into me as she pushed my white button up over my shoulders. She was taking her time studying the muscles and tattoos she had seen before. “My husband has a gorgeous body.” She kissed one peck of my chest then the other as she unbuttoned my slacks, then pulled down the zipper. I swallowed hard as those lips trailed down my stomach, over my belly button, then the trail of hair that led to my cock. My slacks fell around my feet then her fingers slid under the elastic of my boxer briefs.
Bellemy Axton was a bad girl for sliding my boxer briefs down then kissing my tip. She teased me, made every muscle in my body tense as she slowly ran her tongue up my shaft, then swirled it at the tip. I was trying my hardest to restrain myself. Her tongue went back down my shaft, then she ran her tongue over my balls before her lips kissed them.
“Belle.” I warned her that I was about to lose my patience. She swirled her tongue over my tip again just before she slowly took me deep in her mouth. My eyes rolled as my head fell back. Nothing she was doing to me was rushed, it was painstakingly slow.
“Jesus Christ, Belle.” The deep tone of my voice didn’t even sound like my own. Softly, gently, slowly, she took me deeper each time she moved those plump gorgeous lips up and down my cock. It was torture, but it was also the fucking best thing ever. My cock would slowly slide from her mouth, then her tongue would swirl the tip then she would suck me back in so perfectly slow. When I looked down at her with pleading eyes, she winked, and my balls tightened. “Fuck.”
I was fighting the natural instinct to wrap my hands in her hair and shove my cock down her throat. I couldn’t take it anymore and did just that before I pulled her to her feet, picked her up and laid her on the bed. I didn’t want her out of that white lace, but as my tongue brushed against hers, my fingers pulled down the strapless bra to expose her breasts. She moaned when I pinched her nipple, then she whispered my name. My hand traveled down her side then my fingers slid down her thigh then back up between her legs. It was my turn to tease her as I felt how wet she was, then used her wetness to tease her clit with my thumb.
“Michael.” She whispered against my lips.
I kissed her chin then her throat, her collar bone, then her nipple as I sank one finger inside her. Shit, how was I supposed to fuck something so damn tight? The thought made my heart race harder as my lips trailed down her stomach, over the suspender belt, then panties and finally I tasted her sweet vanilla as the fingers of my other hand pulled her panties to the side. My tongue teased her little nub as my fingers slowly massaged her inside walls. I found the spot I was looking for when she took a sharp breath, and her hips slowly thrust. I smiled, knowing she wasn’t going to be allowed her orgasm until I was ready for it, and that wouldn’t have been without my cock.
Her hips swirled, thrust, she squirmed, but I took her to the edge over and over again, but stopped just in time to deny her the orgasm she so desperately desired. I even chuckled against her wet pussy when I heard the curse words that left her lips. Nothing made me happier than to see the frustration on her face when I decided she was tortured long enough. I took my time unsnapping her bra, her suspender belt, then slowly removing her panties. I preferred the stockings and heels to be left on.
Her fingers ran through my hair as my lips trailed up her thighs, then her stomach, and eventually my tongue swirled around one nipple, then the other. Her hands grabbed my head and pulled it up to kiss her.
“Are you ready for this, Belle?” I whispered between kisses.
“More than ready.” She kissed me harder as I settled between her legs. She was relaxed, ready, and waiting when I lifted my head to watch her as I slowly pushed my tip inside her. Her eyes met mine and I knew I was already hurting her, and I hated it.
“Are you okay?” Dammit she was so tight around me it was almost painful for both of us.
She nodded. “More.” She whispered.
I watched her expression as I pushed in deeper, and Jesus Christ she was almost too tight. I studied her eyes and read what I needed to see in them. I was hurting her, but she wanted the pain, if it meant being closer to me. She gave me a nod and I pushed in a little deeper and she bit her bottom lip, and I knew it hurt.
“We just need to get through this first time. I’m so sorry.”
She nodded again and whispered. “The significance of this pain makes it worth it.”
I kissed the one lone tear that fell from her eye. “Do you want me to stop?” She was breaking my heart.
“Never.” She whispered then kissed my lips. I pushed in more and I heard her whimper, but she slowly thrust her hips telling me to keep going. I wasn’t a small man, and she was so tiny I knew she was bleeding. I pushed in a little more, then slowly pulled back. She was getting wetter and each time as I slowly thrust and went deeper and deeper until finally she moaned. Each time I pulled back it felt like she was sucking me back inside her, and holy hell it was like fucking her mouth and her pussy at the same time. I wrapped my fingers in hers and kept my eyes locked with her beautiful blue ones. I could have sworn I could see into her soul and hear the words I love you, although she wasn’t saying a word. Relief came over me as she began meeting my slow thrusts and I couldn’t wrap my mind around how anything could feel so damn perfect. I shut my eyes and stayed pushed inside her as I was finally as deep as I could be inside her.
“Are you okay?” I swallowed hard knowing without a doubt that I was living the ultimate sexual and spiritual moment ever possible. My cock and her tightness were pulsating, making it feel like she was milking me, although I wasn’t even fucking moving.
“I didn’t know anything could feel so good and perfect.” She slightly rocked her hips, and I had to squeeze my eyes shut even tighter.
“Jesus Belle, I’m all yours.” The dominant man in me stepped back and took a seat to the vulnerable man that needed that woman’s love more than life itself. I was bare inside her, something I only ever experienced once in my life, but this time, the woman under me was giving as much as she was taking, and I had to calm myself down so I wouldn’t end the most perfect experience of my life too early. I could swear to God and all that was holy, she wasn’t the only one losing her virginity that night.
I took a deep breath to prepare myself then slowly pulled back and thrust back inside her. My mind about went insane when her back arched and she let out the most beautiful moan I ever heard. Each thrust slowly increased in pace as she dug her nails into my back, making my situation even more vulnerable because the pain only added to the pleasure. My concern for her couldn’t be satisfied, no matter how many times I asked her if she was okay, and she answered with words like, perfect, feels so good, I love you, more, and I’m yours.
“Who am I?” I asked as I made love to her, truly made love to her.
“My husband.” She whimpered out.
Eventually, both of my hands clasped her face as I found our perfect pace. I’d pull out just enough to make my tip push against that soft place inside her. I begged God to let her come her first time. My prayers were answered after I gripped on to the headboard and gave her long and hard thrusts. Witnessing her first orgasm around my cock shot me into my own. I was shocked by the roar that vibrated my throat as she clamped down so tight around me as I came and saw stars. There were no coherent words to celebrate the explosions that blasted off in both of our bodies. I couldn’t even form the words I love you, because each pump of my cock took everything out of me, and I didn’t think it would ever end. My body would twitch, and I’d shoot more of my DNA inside her. Her body tremored just like mine, but her thighs nearly vibrated as her legs were wrapped around me, heels digging into my ass.
It took everything I had not to collapse and smother her under me. I had to use every ounce of strength to keep holding on to that headboard before I could let go and wrap her in my arms to kiss her.
Not a word was spoken as we tried to catch our breaths. Even if she asked me a question, I couldn’t have formed the words to answer her. All I could do was hold on to her for dear life. I loved my wife, and there wasn’t a damn thing that would make me let go of her. I held on to her as tight as I tried to hold on to life the night my father almost killed me.
Belle
“I’ve never been so happy, content, satisfied, and spent in my life.” He was lying next to me, out of breath and neither one of us could move.
“Yeah, that.” I was breathing so hard I felt dizzy. Every muscle in my body felt heavy and relaxed. Sex was way better than my wildest dreams could have taken me.
“I want you back in my arms, but I can’t move.” He tried to catch his breath. “Mind blown. Pew!” He made an explosion noise. “Are you still okay?” He asked.
“I just learned there’s such a thing as good pain.” I was breathing too heavy to say too much at once. “It hurts so bad, but I love how it's because of what we just did. I can…still feel you.”
“I’m sorry, but you might be sore.” His breathing was starting to calm down, but probably because he was in perfect physical shape. “You’re so damn tiny down there, holy shit you’re every man’s dream. So damn tight, and wet, and it was like you were sucking me back inside you. I can’t believe that just happened.”
“Can we do that every single day, like more than once a day?” I asked as my heart was still beating against my chest.
“Holy shit, Belle, you have no idea how many times a day I want to do that to you. I’ll start the water.” He began climbing out of bed.
“What water?”
“To get you cleaned up.” He walked into the bathroom naked, and he had the best butt ever created, not that I ever saw other men’s bare butts.
I could hear the water running and looked up at the ceiling before shutting my eyes. The pain felt was a testament to the love we just made. Even my fingertips felt heavy, and I wasn’t even the one that did all the work. My breathing began to calm but I watched Michael walk to the other room and come back with champagne, two champagne flutes, some flowers, and some fruit, then disappear again into the bathroom. How he could even walk was a shock to me. When he came back, I squealed when he picked me up and carried me bridal style into the bathroom, then slowly lowered me into the tub of bubbles. It felt amazing to my sore muscles. He handed me two glasses of champagne before he told me to make room and sat in the tub behind me. I laid back against his chest and let out a laugh when I felt him start braiding my hair, then used a hair band to secure it before placing it over my shoulder. “This is how wives get spoiled.” I handed him his glass of champagne.
“I take care of who’s most important to me, Mrs. Axton.”
I smiled. “I plan to do the same.” I took a sip of champagne.
He made me lay my head back as he placed a strawberry between my lips, and I took a bite. “Now take a sip of your champagne.”
I did and loved the mixture of the two. We laid like that together until our champagne was gone and we had to warm the water. He had a soapy wash cloth he ran over my shoulders, then my back and had me lay back as he ran it down my chest then over my breasts. His thumb grazed over my hard nipple a few times, then he kissed my neck. The washcloth made its way to the apex of my thighs. “Are you too sore for me to wash you?”
“No.” I whispered out.
The washcloth and warm water was soothing, but then I felt him hard behind me and I couldn’t have cared less how sore I was. I grabbed the wash cloth and set it aside before I grabbed his hand and moved it between my legs.
“Belle, maybe we should give you a rest.” He kissed the back of my neck then under my ear. He took a sharp breath when I guided his finger inside me with mine.
“You want to touch yourself with me, don’t you?” His lips trailed across the back of my neck, and I shivered.
“Yes.”
I surprised him by lifting myself, grabbing his hardness and lining him up. Slowly, I lowered as he sank inside me. “Holy shit, Belle.”
I laid back against his chest and slowly thrust my hips. He wasn’t deep inside me at that angle, but it still felt amazing. Every swirl and thrust of my hips teased something inside me and it felt so good that I shut my eyes and bit my lip. He was kissing my neck, biting my earlobe, and whispering my name.
“I love you so damn much.” He whispered. His fingers began rubbing against my nub and I could feel it building. “You’re going to come.” He warned me. I sat up just a little and cupped his balls in one hand then massaged the remaining exposed shaft with the other as I whimpered and moaned through my orgasm. “Holy shit, I’m going to come.” A deep vibrating grunt came from his throat and that just added to the pleasure I was feeling.