Chapter 25 – Wylie
Have you ever known two people who were just meant to be together?
That's how it felt standing next to my brother as he married the love of his life, Jovie Vector.
My eyes found Stevie's on the other side of the makeshift altar we'd erected on Ashwood ranch, and I sent her a wink while the preacher continued to talk about love and commitment.
Things had been going great. Though we hadn't actually said the words, I knew I loved her, and she loved me, and I was prepared to tell her tonight when I got up the courage, right after I took her to do something else that I'd always wanted to do with her.
Someone started cheering in the crowd as Nash and Jovie kissed before beginning their descent down the aisle. I met Stevie in the middle again, her hooking her arm in mine before we began our walk to follow. The number of people who were in attendance today was a stark contrast to our wedding three short months earlier, but it'd never bothered me. What'd happened with ours was exactly how things were intended to be.
"Save me a dance, Wylie Cameron," she said before letting go of my arm.
"I'll be looking for you. But I got somewhere better to take you after this thing is over."
The rest of the wedding night was a blur of socializing with friends and family who had come to witness the ceremony, interspersed with moments of eating and dancing. I hardly had any time with Stevie, as she was constantly being pulled in different directions. By the time seven o'clock rolled around, I finally grabbed her arm and pulled her outside to the front of the home.
"Where are we going?" she asked, her eyes lighting up with excitement to be leaving the party behind.
"You'll see."
I helped Stevie into my truck, ready for some adventure. The sun was starting to set now, casting a warm glow over the countryside. I glanced over at her, and her eyes sparkled with excitement, her hair slightly tousled from the dancing. Stevie had always seemed cleaner cut than Jovie, unwilling to get messy so I was excited to unleash a dirty side that I knew she had within.
I drove us down the familiar back roads, away from the structured living and into the uncharted. Stevie sat close beside me in my truck, her hand resting lightly on my thigh.
We turned onto a dirt path off the main highway that wasn't noticeable unless you were looking for it or if you were a 16-year-old boy, looking for some trouble. The tires kicked up mud and gravel, as I rolled down the windows and stole a glance at Stevie, her laughter filling the cab as we bounced along the rugged terrain.
"Where the hell are you taking me, Wylie Cameron and why are the windows down?" she laughed.
I splashed through another large puddle, flinging mud all over the truck and in through the window as she squealed.
"You ready to go mudding, Bandit?" I asked as she nodded eagerly, and we took off.
Through the winding, mud-soaked roads we went as I twisted the steering wheel back and forth, spinning a tornado of mud all around us that had our wedding outfits completely coated with the brown mess. Stevie clung to my arm tightly as she laughed so hard, tears rolled down her face.
By the time we were sufficiently coated, I drove us back out to the main highway and to Cameron ranch. Walking around to the passenger side door, I scooped her muddy body out and took her around back to the outdoor shower perched near the deck.
"You look beautiful just like this." I stepped back to admire her. There was mud caked in her hair, eye lashes, and coating every inch of her body.
She put her hand behind her head and dropped her hip, striking a funny pose.
I stepped forward and carefully stripped the bridesmaid dress from her body, then her bra and underwear, taking a moment to admire the only flesh that was untouched by mud. Her nipples puckered as the cooler night air hit them.
“I’ll never get tired of seeing this view,” I murmured.
I turned the shower nob on to warm up the water then undressed myself before guiding us both under the steady stream. I took my time, using my hands to scrub and memorize every curve of her body, neck, chest, hips and especially between her thighs where my hands lingered longer. When my thumb found her clit, I rubbed it in circles as she squirmed underneath my touch.
Suddenly, she dropped to her knees to face me and pulled my hips closer to her face. I stroked the smooth skin of my cock upwards firmly and pointed it at her lips. “You think you can take this Bandit?”
“There’s no way I can fit all of that in my mouth, but I'd like to try.”
I threw my head back in laughter. “I’ve seen that mouth open wider in shock; I bet you'll do a fine job.”
She nodded eagerly, wet her lips, and arched her back into the water. Out came her tongue, swirling on the tip of me before dipping into the slit to lick up some of the glistening precum. She wrapped her lips tightly around my swollen crown and hollowed out her cheeks as she worked to take me inward.
She didn't get very far, there was too much of me to go around, but she grabbed the base and fisted me as she worked an inch in at a time down that pretty throat I wanted to fuck. One of my hands braced myself against the house wall behind her with the other threaded through her golden hair, gently guiding her up and down.
“That’s a good Bandit, you look so pretty on your knees like this.”
A few more bobs and she was gagging and spitting as she took me as far as she could. My body tensed and legs shuddered before I gave her one last warning.
“You want me to come on your tits or on the floor, Bandit?”
“My mouth” she garbled.
I let out a string of cuss words before unleashing my warm seed down her throat in a stream of relief.