Chapter Thirty Four
Four Months Later
Jameson watched his bride walk up the aisle toward him. She resembled an angel, her flowing dress billowing in the gentle breeze under the late-morning sun.
She beamed at him as she took his hands and repeated her vows.
“I, Caroline, take you, Jameson, as my husband. I promise to choose you first every day. I’ll stay by your side in sickness and in health.
You’ll be the one I run to in times of need and my source of comfort.
I vow to protect you and honor you the rest of my life. ”
Jameson leaned down to kiss his Caroline when Garrett called. “She’s not your wife yet.” The small crowd erupted in laughter as Jameson kissed her anyway.
“I, Jameson, take you, Caroline, as my wife. I promise to always protect you and live up to my new name. I’ll honor the vow I made to your dad.
I’ll comfort you through the bad times and love you forever.
I’ll care for you in sickness and in health.
I will put you first in all things and will cherish you all the days of my life. ”
“You may kiss your bride,” the officiant said joyfully.
Caroline smiled and cried happy tears as he cupped her face and kissed her lovingly. When Jameson pulled back, he wiped his own tears, not caring what anyone thought. The woman in front of him mattered to him more than anything else.
The crowd whistled and clapped as they walked down the aisle hand in hand.
They ate lunch with their friends, and Jameson drove them to his cabin. He and Caroline agreed they didn’t want a big reception, only family. After he rested for a few hours, they’d return to Julio’s house for a small gathering.
She took his hand as he helped her from the truck. They climbed the small porch steps, and he swept her up in his arms.
“Jameson, put me down. You’ll hurt yourself,” she exclaimed.
“I’m not starting our married life out without carrying you across the threshold,” he said, stopping to let her get the door.
“We only said our vows today, and you’re already testing me,” she grumbled as she kissed him. “Put me down.”
“Whatever you say, Mrs. Bates,” he said, letting her body slide against his.
Caroline smiled and walked to their bedroom. She gazed out the window, marveling at the perfect day.
Jameson came from behind, embracing her in his arms. “I know you’re still healing.”
“I’m no longer afraid. Losing you made me realize how much I want you,” she murmured, gazing up at him. He turned her, no longer able to contain his passion.
Their mouths crushed together in a heated kiss. Their tongues met as they took turns exploring each other.
Caroline whimpered when Jameson broke the connection.
Undoing the buttons on the back of her dress, he cursed under his breath. “Who considered these buttons a great idea?”
Caroline giggled as Jameson let out an exaggerated sigh as he found the last one. Carefully setting the dress on an armchair, he turned.
Caroline took his breath away in a white corset and silk stockings secured by garters. Her white cowgirl boots topped off the ensemble. Her cheeks flushed pink under his gaze.
“I want to remember this moment forever,” he said, taking her in. She smiled and bit down on her lip. He knew it must have taken her every ounce of courage to wear this for him.
Kicking off her boots, she walked toward him. Her arm wrapped around his neck.
“I’ve waited for this moment all day. Maybe you can find something else to remember,” she suggested, nibbling on his ear.
Chills traveled down his spine as he picked her up under her bottom and pressed her against a wall. His hands swept over the silk and lace material, starting at her breasts and moving between her legs. He kissed her, stoking the fires between them.
Caroline let out a moan as she reached for the buttons on his shirt. Her fingers flew down them as she hastily stripped his shirt. Her hand stopped on the bullet wound as she leaned in to kiss it.
“Does it still hurt?” she asked.
“No. What medicine didn’t cure, your love did,” he said as he nibbled his way down her shoulder and her chest. Cupping her breasts, he kneaded them through the material, making her moan for more.
Jameson’s hand slid between her breasts to find the ribbons. He tugged them slightly, giving him access to the silky flesh behind them. His thumb brushed against her breast as she tugged on his nipples.
Her breathing shifted as he sucked one into his mouth while securing her against the wall.
His fingers pulled on the ribbon again, making the bodice lower slightly more as he switched breasts.
Caroline moaned as her hand caressed his cock through his pants.
It hardened under her touch, making him groan as his tongue flicked against the sensitive skin.
Caroline ran her hands through his hair, pressing his head harder against her. “I want you, Jameson.”
“You have me,” he murmured as he knelt, pulling the ribbons with him. The bodice fell open and slid down her body to the floor. He stared at the lace panties and pulled them down.
Under his gaze, Caroline stiffened. “I’m nervous. What if they didn’t catch something in one of those tests?”
“Shhh,” he said, rising to place a finger to her lips.
“Dr. Greene tends to lean on the conservative side. If she cleared you, then you’re good as gold,” he said, leading her to the bed.
He pressed her over the edge and spread her legs wide, stroking the soft, pink skin. “I want to see this lovely view.”
Kneeling on the floor, he said, “You’re incredibly beautiful, Caroline,” he said, stoking her. “I’ve waited forever to taste you. I’ve dreamed of spending hours licking up all your juices.”
“I’ve never done this,” she admitted. “I feel almost as embarrassed as I did when you spanked me.”
Jameson grinned. “Oh, we’ll be doing it again. I like the way your hips wiggled as I stroked the sting away. Your flesh turned a light pink, and you got wet,” he promised as his tongue slowly glided over the sensitive area.
Caroline sighed and melted into the blanket as he explored her center.
“Do you like this?” he asked as he sucked gently on her nub and hummed.
“Oh, it feels incredible,” she replied breathlessly.
“Did you like the spanking? You know, there are different kinds? When you’re a good girl, I’ll give you a slow spanking, a little petting in between, until you come on my fingers,” he whispered.
“It surprised me, but I liked the burn, and then you caressed it away,” she confessed. “What happens if I’m bad?”
Jameson raised a brow at her over her mound. “It’ll depend. How bad do you want to be, Caroline?”
“Bad enough, I can come on your fingers,” she whispered shyly.
“Don’t be nervous. It’s only us. We can do whatever we want. You can be as bad as you want and still know you’re safe with me,” he said between his long, slow licks.
“I want you inside me,” she whimpered as he explored between her folds. She raised her hips, moving to the motion of his tongue. Jameson slid a finger into her soft heat.
Caroline pressed against it, moving her hips. The sight of her undulating aroused him, making him ache and throb.
“Play with your nipples, Caroline,” he whispered.
Her hands covered her breasts. She pulled and tugged as he watched her, mesmerized by her beauty.
Slipping another finger inside her, he peered at her as her eyes grew wide.
Curling upward, he slid it slowly out and then back in again.
He leaned down, planting a kiss on her soft belly.
“Lay on me,” she urged as her hips moved upward, meeting his fingers.
“I don’t want to trigger you, not today,” he said gently.
“No, I want to feel your body against mine. You’re my other half, the piece who completes me,” she insisted, grinding against him.
Jameson slowly withdrew and lingered long enough to press tiny circles around her sensitive nub. She closed her eyes as she sucked in a breath, relishing the tingling sensation.
Stepping back, Jameson removed the rest of his clothes. He kissed and licked from the top of her mound to her belly, nipping pieces of her soft skin. Tiny goosebumps formed as he spread the heated trail up her body.
Caroline’s hands roamed over his muscular arms and stopped at the center of his chest to see a new tattoo. The heart-shaped piece of art was set close to his heart, and a ribbon with her name lay across it.
“You added me to your ink,” she said, truly moved by his gesture.
“You’re my heart and my soul,” he whispered, swiping his tongue along her sensitive buds. He glided forward, careful to keep most of his weight off her. Caroline frowned, pulling him down on her.
“There,” she said with a smile. Her arms wrapped around his neck while he kissed her jawline and moved to her lips. Their tongues met, this time, less frenzied as they caressed each other.
Jameson gently rolled over, letting her take the lead.
Caroline stroked the scruff along his jaw as she licked and sucked the hardened peaks on his chest. Her hands roamed down the defined muscles of his six-pack.
She moved to his side to stroke the hardened cock waiting to greet her.
Jameson felt the pounding of his dick, demanding the feel of her lips wrapped around him.
Her tongue lazily glided down his shaft as she cupped his balls and squeezed.
A low rumble came from his chest as her tongue glided up and down his length, occasionally swiping the precum at his tip.
Wrapping her hand around him, she slowly pumped him as she took Jameson in her mouth.
His dick stretched and throbbed as she took him down her throat and back up again.
His hands lingered in her golden hair before he clenched the strands with his fist. Jameson guided her along his erection, setting the pace.