Chapter Four #3
He scowls, leaning in to whisper by my ear, “Behave, Luscious.”
Okay, felt that one in the junk.
“Understandable.” Justin nods along.
The dude is very sweet. A little ditzy, but he’s an EMT, so it’s okay. First responders get a pass on most things.
“We just went down to city hall,” he goes on, loving smile aimed at Nikki. “Then had a party afterward.”
“Since… well, you know,” Nikki teases, nodding at the baby.
We chuckle.
“It’s just that… I already had a big wedding,” Kemper mumbles. Then he pauses, eyes widening at Nikki.
“And nothing can ever live up to that one?” I keep roasting my fiancé, because it’s just so much fun seeing my big, surly Officer flopping around like a fish out of water.
He narrows his gaze at me while Nikki laughs.
“Our wedding wasn’t big,” she tells me. “Barely a hundred and fifty people. Ceremony was short and sweet. The food was good.”
Kemper’s fingers are strangling mine. “The food was good…”
The look I’m giving him is a sort of stupefied awe.
I cannot imagine Kellan Kemper as a groom at an actual wedding with over a hundred guests. Dancing, cutting a cake… All those things on their own seem like something he would never do, but also doing them with a bride is even stranger to me.
He is deeply homosexual.
But more than that, he just doesn’t seem like the type to enjoy that kind of traditional wedding stuff. And the more I watch him fidgeting through this conversation, the more my heart hurts for him. Because it’s abundantly clear he only did it as a cover—part of the disguise.
Hey, I’m not the big, fat traditional wedding type either. Even more proof that we’re meant to be.
“Something small and simple on the beach sounds good to me,” I hum, winking at my fiancé.
He shows me an appreciative smile, losing the stress around his eyes.
“I think that’s perfect,” Nikki says. “You already live in paradise.”
“I can’t believe you left that to come to New York in February,” Justin remarks. “And taking the boat out, no less! You guys are mucho loco!”
He’s just chuckling away, but Kemper and I have frozen solid.
Oh, boy…
Nikki shoots us a look I can read with little effort.
Don’t worry about him. He’s oblivious.
“About that…” Kemper sighs. “We really can’t thank you guys enough. For helping us out with this… trip.” He’s speaking primarily to Nikki.
She waves him off, but I jump in. “No, seriously. Not even just letting us borrow your boat, but watching Dog too?? How can we ever repay you? Do you like cookie bouquets? Or… ooh! You can have all of my streaming service logins!” Nikki laughs, shaking her head, but Justin looks thrilled.
“I’m being for real. I have, like, all of them. ”
“He’s not exaggerating,” Kemper grumbles in amusement. “Fifty streaming services, and yet he can never decide what to watch, so we end up watching the same movies over and over again.”
I sneer at him, “Don’t act like you don’t love what I bring to the table, Officer Kellan.”
He rumbles, eyebrow twitching just enough to buzz my balls without anyone knowing that we’re eye-fucking the shit out of each other.
“You two are just precious,” Nikki sighs, rocking the baby, who’s becoming a bit restless. “Babe, will you take him upstairs and get him ready for his bath? I’ll be there in a minute.”
Not a moment’s hesitation. Justin is up and taking the baby. “Good night, guys,” he says to us on his way out. “Great meeting you, Dash.”
“You too.” I smile. As soon as he’s out of earshot, I tell Nikki, “He’s perfect.”
“He really is,” she says on a breath, leaning back on the couch like she can finally be a human again. “So attentive and helpful with the baby. It’s been amazing so far… I don’t wanna jinx it.” She chuckles while we smile.
“You’ve got it all, Nik,” Kemper remarks. “Everything you wanted.”
“So do you.” She tilts her head knowingly, but supportive and happy all the same.
Kemper peeks at me. I bite my lip.
“Yea. I do.” He lifts my hand to his lips, kissing my knuckles, before looking to his ex once more. “Go us.”
She laughs, “Right??”
The three of us go quiet for a moment.
“If the rest of this stuff works out even half as well as your divorce, I’ll be on cloud nine,” I murmur.
Nikki’s face goes slightly serious as she sits up, leaning in and bringing her voice down to just above a whisper. “Justin doesn’t know anything… about the real reason you’re here,” she says to Kemper. “I remember the rules.”
He nods. “Thank you. I appreciate that to no end. Especially since we’re divorced and this isn’t your problem anymore…”
“Please,” she huffs. “You’re my friend, Kel. You mean a lot to me. I would never do anything to hurt you, or screw you over in any way.”
“Best ex-wife ever,” I hum, and she grins.
“I won’t lie, it was a tough sell,” she says. “I mean, Valentine’s Sail-cation to the Hamptons??”
I snort, covering my mouth. Kemper grins, shaking his head.
“It is completely insane,” I mutter. “Especially to a New Yorker. No one in the history of New York would ever do that.”
“Well, good thing we’re from Mexico, right, babe?” Kemper shoots me a look of pointed amusement, and I chuckle.
“I’m not asking.” Nikki holds her hands up. “It’s none of my business. Just know that the boat is basically brand new. Justin’s dad gave it to us as a wedding present, and we’ve never even left the dock.” I laugh at that. “And Dog is welcome to stay as long as he wants.”
“You will regret ever agreeing to this, I assure you.” Kemper smirks.
I smack him in the arm. “Dog is just excitable. Are you sure it’s okay for him to be here, though? With the baby?”
“Yea, totally.” She’s so chill. It’s no wonder she was married to a gay man for years. “We’ve got the gate. Plus, he can hang out in the basement. And Justin loves dogs, as does his entire family, so there’ll be no shortage of people around for him to play with.”
Kemper gets this sudden air about him, like he’s overwhelmed by emotion.
“Nikki, I just… I love the hell out of you.” He gives her a hug that surprises her, and I’m swooning.
At the look on her face, and the way he’s clutching her to him with all the fondness of their shared history.
Maybe it wasn’t always pretty, but what came from it is pretty damn awesome.
I’ll take it.
When they finally pull apart, Nikki is wiping her eyes. “Ugh, sorry. Hormones a’raging.” We chuckle. “Well, I’m gonna go give my son a bath and put him to bed.”
Kemper and I gather ourselves to leave.
“Alright, let’s go say goodnight to Sobaka,” he sighs. “We’ll stop by tomorrow before we head out.”
“You know you can stay here tonight, right?” Nikki offers kindly.
“Of course I know that.” Kemper grins. “But no. We’ve imposed enough on you for one lifetime.”
Nikki is just shaking her head while we say our goodbyes to this wonderful person.
Saying goodbye to Dog is a lot harder, but I’m trying not to get too choked up, assuring him that we’ll be back tomorrow…
What I don’t tell him is, after that, we’re not sure what’s going to happen.
Kemper and I go to the Marriott and get settled in for the night. Once we’re showered and in our jammies, lounging in the hotel bed with Big Bang reruns playing in the background, I finally give in and let myself freak out a little.
“Are we fucking nuts?” I mumble, head resting on Kemper’s abs, facing him, rather than the TV.
It’s weird, but I like it this way. Listening to the show but not watching it reminds me of being in solitary, in AP. And with Kemper here, real and warm beneath me, strong fingers combing tenderly through my hair… It’s mollifying.
Despite the uncertain state of everything else, in this moment, I have him, and that’s all I could ever ask for.
“Duh,” he hums, and I chuckle.
Peeking up at him, I blink. “I’m serious, baby. What the fuck are we doing?”
He’s quiet, just gazing at me for a few heavy moments until he breathes, “We’re doing what’s right. Well, you are. You’re being brave as shit, love. I’m just along for the ride.”
I roll my eyes, though I can’t help grinning like a smitten kitten.
Kemper lets out a calming sigh. “Tomorrow morning we’ll go get breakfast. You’ll eat as many waffles, with as many toppings as you want.” I beam. “We’ll see Dog. Then we’ll go get the boat… And we’ll sail to the island.”
“Oversimplifying,” I mutter. He smacks my butt and I snicker.
“Last I checked, you drove a boat this exact journey, only in the opposite direction… In the middle of the night, having never driven a boat before. I’m sure we can handle it. I got the coordinates, and the boat has nav. We’ll be fine.”
“Yea… and?” I hum. “What happens when we get there?”
Kemper’s fingers trail from my hair, tracing my jawline, his eyes holding mine with the same strength and love as when he holds my body.
As nervous as I am for whatever comes next, I know that with him, nothing bad will happen. And cards on the table, I’m kind of excited to set sail with him over miles and miles of ocean… Like I didn’t get to last time.
That same journey he was supposed to take with me… Only we’re going the wrong way.
But it’s fine. This is just backwards Dash and Kemper.
“Whatever happens, we’ll figure it out. We always do, don’t we?”
I grin up at him. Yea… We do.
“I was thinking…” he croons, tracing my tattoos. “About when we get home…”
“What about it?”
“I want to marry you, Dascha.” His words, in that rich brogue, buzz through me.
My eyes widen. “Yea?”
His smile is dazzling. Purely gorgeous. “Yea. We’ve waited long enough, don’t you think?”
I bite my lip, nodding enthusiastically.
Chuckling, he takes my chin in his fingers. “When we get home from this crazy, dangerous, reckless fucking trip, I’m going to make you my husband.” His tongue touches his top teeth as lustful eyes covet my mouth. “Speak now or forever hold your peace.”
Growling a laugh, I crawl on top of him, straddling his waist.
I take his face in my hands, lips hovering. “I can’t wait to be your husband, Officer Kellan.”
“Mmm… good. I’ll meet you at the end of the aisle, Dascha Luscious.”
Kissing him slow, soft, and swarming with passion draws the sexiest hum from within his chest. I can’t even stop my hips from subtly rocking because damn… He’s just so big and thick and hard everywhere…
And I’m not even talking about his purely perfect dick.
“God… fuck me, baby,” I purr, greedy hands caressing his every plane of solid muscle and sinfully soft skin. “Push inside me and tell me how bad you wanna marry my ass while you’re pumping it full of that thick cock.”
“Fuck… Jesus, Dash,” he whimpers, though it turns to a ravenous snarl as he flips me quick, pinning me to the mattress. “You are so dirty… Aren’t you, baby?”
“Uh-huh,” I mewl, burning alive in an instant.
“You’re done being my filthy fiancé… You wanna be my sweet, tight, hot fucking husband?”
My legs are spreading for him, cock aching as he grinds his into it, both of us stiff and leaking, rubbing his nuts on mine in slow, tantalizing strokes.
“Fuck yea… Uhh, Officer… Put your dick in.”
“You want it in you?”
“Yea…”
“Stretching you wide…”
“Y-yess…”
“Fucking you full and teasing you where it feels so good it makes your legs shake?”
I whine out of raspy need, “Fffuck, yes, baby… Kel… please.”
“Please what?” He taunts.
“Fuck me…”
“Fuck you where…?”
I gulp. “M-my…”
“Waiting…” He smirks, wickedly evil and so damn sexy I might combust.
“Fuck my little pussy, Officer Kemper.”
He groans. “God, I’m gonna fucking ruin you…”
The next thing I know, Kellan is lubed up and inside me. Stroking deep, between my thighs. Pumping me full while he kisses my lips and breathes ragged growls that taste like decadent perfection.
Our hooded gazes stay together the whole time, my erection trapped between our slick bodies, pulsing, throbbing and dripping.
And when we come, we come together, crying. Soaring, sparkling, and bursting.
“I fucking love you so much, baby,” he breathes as he works every drop of his orgasm deep into my body.
And I’m taking it, every bucking thrust driving out my own pleasure. Stuffing his cum in me hard enough that I’m clenching on him and coming coming coming.
Singing to him in raspy mewls and shivering groans. “Unnghh… fuck, Kemper. Baby baby baby I love you… so… hard.”
When we come down together, we’re sweaty, sticky, and sated.
Ready.
Come hell or high water, I’m making it back from this journey… and saying I do.
I don’t give a single fuck. Nothing is keeping me from marrying him.
“I can’t wait to be your husband,” I purr again, dreamily.
Finally, for the first time in weeks, I’m falling into a fast, easy sleep.
To the sound of him humming, “Bon voyage.”