Chapter 4
To sayshe didn’t tell her family, there sure were a lot of people here. She had a few honored guests escorted in. One woman, I assumed to be her mother, had stared at me longer than everyone else. She blushed when I smiled at her and nodded my head. The men that came in with women, I assumed to be their wives, had given me head nods but no smiles. I could only assume they were my bride’s brothers. Her mother slightly resembled one but looked nothing like the other.
“There’s a lot of people here,” my brother said.
He’d flown down to be my best man. “I know. That shit got me a lil nervous.”
“Don’t be. You’re very charismatic. They’ll love you, and so will she.”
I focused my attention on her maid of honor coming down the aisle. That sistah was a dark chocolate goddess. She was a little on the slender side. I could only hope that my bride would be curvier, like I’d said in my questionnaire. When she got closer to me, her eyes widened slightly. I wasn’t sure what that meant. I was more than sure they’d all seen the flowers and shit I’d had the attendants put in her dressing room.
She’d had a note put in my area as well. It was sweet. It wasn’t as heartfelt as my note to her, but it was still nice. She didn’t know me, so I could tell she was somewhat forcing it. I recalled the words…
Intended,
This will be a day we will never forget. I can only hope that we are both what the other was missing. I look forward to building a lasting relationship with you. One of love, devotion, and sincerity. See you at the altar and for the rest of our lives.
Your Intended
Although the words were nice, it was extremely disconnected. I wrote my letter like I already knew her. Plus, I was feeling somewhat sensitive when I was told she wouldn’t have any guests. That was clearly wrong. When the song “Risk It All” began to play, I knew it was time for me to see my bride.
The doors opened, and I nearly drooled all over myself. Her curves had no bounds. She was just the size that I could handle. I could tell from the front that she had ass that I would immediately want to grab. “Shit. She fine as fuck,” I said aloud where only my brother could hear me.
He rested his hand on my shoulder. “I wanna see you handle all that woman. She gon’ fuck yo’ ass up.”
I side-eyed Emerson then quickly brought my attention back to the woman standing there letting everyone take in all those sick ass curves. Her body was perfect. When she began walking, I could see that she’d worn the jewelry I sent and the flower in her hair. That made me smile. The man escorting her had to be her father. He looked serious, like he was in protective mode, but it was soft enough to be what she needed him to be.
I found that interesting. When I was told that her family wouldn’t be here, I assumed it was because they didn’t agree with what we were embarking upon and the way we’d gone about doing it. Maybe that wasn’t the case. As she got closer, I smiled. I could see the nerves crawling all over her. She smiled anyway, and it was so fucking beautiful.
My brother nudged me, urging me to go and meet her. It was like I was mesmerized by her beauty. Damn. Kerri had gotten this shit perfect. She had thick ass lips to go along with her thick ass body. By this fucking dress she wore, she had to be a freak. Her body was on display, letting me know that all this shit was mine now. I’d worship this shit all day.
When I approached them, her smile brightened. I extended my hand to her father, and he shook it. The handshake was firm, and I could tell that we would be talking immediately after the nuptials. I could tell he didn’t play about this woman, and shiiiid, I wouldn’t play about her sexy ass either. I held my arm out for her to loop hers around. After she did so, I escorted her back to the altar.
“Damn, you’re gorgeous,” I said as we turned to face each other.
She smiled as I grabbed her shaky hands. Gently rubbing my thumbs over the tops of them, I was trying to ease her nerves. Her light complexion was slightly red as she stared at me with a smile. Finally, she said, “Thank you. You’re very handsome.”
The officiant allowed the song to play until it ended, which was only a few seconds longer. My eyes had graced every curve she had to offer, and I could see her nerves pick up once again. I wanted to kiss her so bad. Like the song had said, I wanted to risk it all upon sight.
Once the song ended, the officiant began with the typical wedding spiel. When he had us repeat the vows and he said her name, Giselle Serenity King, I was in love. It was like her name matched her physical attributes. Despite her nerves, she seemed peaceful and serene. While the ballet, Giselle, didn’t physically represent her, it represented romance, and her body had to encompass every ounce of romance it could muster.
When my name left her lips, Gentry Beckett Fleming, I could have blasted off in my pants. Her voice was so damn sexy. This instant attraction was killing me. I’d never felt no shit like this. I knew that because we were getting married, it heightened the moment and my feelings. I just wanted my dick to stay put because all that ass had him ready to pounce.
All I could visualize at the moment was hitting it from the back and wearing that pussy?—
“The rings please.”
Emerson handed me the ring, and I saw her maid of honor give her my band. Once we handed the rings to the officiant, our eyes met once again. She seemed just as mesmerized by me as I was by her. However, there was one thing I heard. “You may now kiss your bride.”
I gently pulled her to me and slid my arm around her waist and brought the other to her face, pulling it to mine. I could feel the tremble go through her. The minute I laid my lips on hers, her trembles ceased, and she brought her hand to my face. Feeling those nails against my skin had me ready to strip her down right here in front of everybody.
She would learn that I didn’t give a fuck what anybody thought about me. I slid my tongue to hers, and she reciprocated. Fuck that honeymoon. My hand was lowering to grip that peach until my brother cleared his throat. I slowly pulled away from her, taking her bottom lip part of the way. I bit my bottom lip as I stared at her red face. The heat from that kiss had engulfed me, and I could only think about sliding inside of her.
I hadn’t hit a woman raw in a long time, but after having to submit clear results for STDs, I was ready to get at her shit expeditiously. When she grabbed my hand, I realized it was time to walk out. I let her go ahead of me at first, just so I could see that ass in all its glory. Lawd, have mercy. My mind was playing that Chl?e song on repeat.
I squeezed her hand, anxious to talk to her once the formalities were all over. The applause and smiles made me smile too. I winked at my mama as we made our way to the foyer. When we did, she turned to me and gently slid her hand across my cheek. “Hey, Gentry.”
“Hey, Giselle. What’s up, baby?”
“Mm. You. Damn, you fine.”
Not she had me blushing. My face was heating up. What the fuck? “Shiiiid, baby. You the one, Mrs. Fleming.”
Her face reddened slightly. “I guess you see my family showed up.”
“Yeah. It’s a lot of them. They weren’t feeling this initially?”
“I didn’t tell them. I didn’t want anyone to try to talk me out of doing this. I told my brother from Houston, and he went behind my back and invited everyone, making sure they were here to support me. I didn’t find out until they all showed up today.”
“You seem happy about that.”
“I am.”
Our talk was cut short when her father joined us in the foyer. We were waiting to take pictures, so I thought he would wait until the reception. Not so. “I’m Doctor Daniel King, Senior.”
“I’m Doctor Gentry Fleming. Nice to meet you, sir.”
“Doctor, huh? What type of doctor?”
“I’m a veterinarian. What about you?”
“I’m a physicist.”
I nodded as he continued. “That’s my baby. Take care of her.”
“You don’t have that to worry about. I don’t slack on taking care of what’s valuable to me. I can already tell that she is one of a kind.”
He smiled slightly. “That, she is. Welcome to the family.” He glanced to his side when the woman I assumed to be Giselle’s mother walked up. “This is also Doctor King.”
She smiled politely. “I’m Solé King.”
I nodded. “Gentry Fleming. What type of doctor are you?”
“Psychiatrist. Welcome to the family. We can talk later. It’s time for your pictures.”
I nodded and turned my attention back to my beautiful bride. I wanted to just soak up as much information as possible, but I didn’t want her to feel like she was on a damn job interview. She stared at me, and her gaze was just as intense as mine probably was. Our chemistry was high upon sight. I just hoped it would stay that way once we knew each other.
I grabbed her hand and brought it to my lips. After kissing it, my eyes remained closed, just soaking in her aura. Kerri had this shit right as hell so far. “What are you thinking about?”
I opened my eyes and gazed into her brown ones. “How perfect this seems already. I’m extremely attracted to you.”
She blushed. “I’m attracted to you too. I told Kerri that I have to be able to stand looking at you, and damn. She did me right.”
I chuckled. “That was why she was chuckling so much during my interview. We somewhat had the same answer.”
Her eyebrows lifted. “Kerri interviewed you too? No wonder this happened so fast. I was expecting it to take longer, at least a couple of weeks.”
“Yeah, me too. I could tell by her mannerisms that she had someone in mind though. Actually, y’all look alike.”
Giselle chuckled. “I thought we did too.”
I pulled her closer to me, and I could feel the shudder go through her. I kissed her forehead, and before I could proceed, my brother said, “They are ready for pictures, man.”
I nodded. “Giselle, this is my brother, Emerson.”
“Nice to meet you, sister-in-law,” he said as he extended his hand.
She shook it and smiled. “Likewise.”
We made our way back inside the space to take pictures. The guests had all been directed to the reception area. Hopefully, they had enough food to serve them all. At least thirty extra people had shown up. Once we made it to the front, the photographer smiled and began taking pictures. Since our parents were here, they got pictures with the four of them. I noticed they seemed pretty friendly with each other. That was a plus.
Mrs. King seemed extremely friendly. We took quite a bit of photos, but then she wanted a photo with her brothers. While the one that looked more like her and her mother seemed somewhat mild, the one that she said was from Houston had the swag of a whole ass gangsta. While I wasn’t no weak ass nigga, I was nowhere near the streets.
They stood on either side of me, and we took pictures with just the three of us. They were quiet as hell. I only suspected that they were being protective of her. When she joined us to take another picture, it seemed both of their demeanors softened for a bit. The one standing next to me said, “I’m Vegas. I live in Houston, but I can be here faster than the speed of light. You feel me?”
I glanced at him. They were indeed being protective; I had sisters, so I understood. “I gotchu, boss. I have two sisters, and I’m the same way about them.”
He nodded, then we gave our attention to the photographer for the picture. Before he walked away, he shook my hand. Her other brother came to me and introduced himself. “I’m Daniel. That’s my wife, Jorielle, over there and my daughter, Jream. We live here in Tallahassee, so we’ll be seeing you around.”
I nodded as he walked off. There was no handshake or any pleasantries. My sisters couldn’t make the nuptials since it was somewhat last minute. I turned to Giselle, and she slowly shook her head and chuckled. “I swear he thinks he’s my bodyguard. I’m sorry.”
“I assume you’re talking about Daniel.”
“Yeah,” she said and rolled her eyes.
“It’s cool. I have two sisters, so I get it. They couldn’t make it today. One lives in Miami, and the other lives in DC. My brother came from Texas, but he works for himself.”
“What part of Texas? Joel… I mean Vegas lives in Houston.”
“He’s not far from Houston. He’s a professor at Prairie View AM University.”
“Oh, cool. Yeah, I think they may be close to an hour apart. So if we ever go out that way, we’ll both have someone to visit.”
I smiled at her then lowered my lips to hers. After kissing her softly, I began pulling away, only for her to put her hands to my face and pull me back to her. I could feel the flashes from the camera, but I didn’t even give a fuck. My hands slid to her back and began steadily lowering to her ass.
I could feel the heat emanating from her, and my desire to fuck her up in one of these empty rooms was about to take me down. When I grabbed her ass, she moaned into my mouth. “Come on, horn-birds.”
She pulled away from me to see Emerson shaking his head. She giggled then looked up at me while biting her bottom lip. I grabbed her hand, leading her to the reception area of the venue. “So, I was told you were handling the honeymoon. Where are we going?”
“Honolulu. That cool wit’chu? The agency booked the trip since I couldn’t know your name before time.”
“Hell yeah. At this point, I don’t care where we end up. It’s obvious, we’ll be spending quite a bit of time indoors.”
“Shiiiid, indoors, outdoors, the same shit can go down.”
She stopped walking and said, “Fuck. They can wait. Come on.”
She pulled me in the direction of her dressing room as I slid my hand down my mouth in disbelief. I was ready as fuck. I grabbed my dick, ready to give her all that I had for a good five minutes. When we got to the room, I asked, “You sure you only want a sample?”
“Yes. It’ll take the edge off. I haven’t had sex in over two years, and I feel like I’m about to explode.”
I unclasped my pants, allowing them to drop to the floor and pulled my dick out of my underwear. “Bend that fat ass over this chair then.”
She lifted her dress and pulled the train to the side then pulled her thong to the side. I didn’t waste any time stooping and sliding my dick between her folds. When I pushed inside of her, my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I hadn’t been holding out as long as she had, but my dick was thanking me for this moment. Her shit was sloppy wet.
“Oh, fuck!” I whispered loudly.
“Yeeeessss, Gentry. Oh my God! This is so fucking perfect.”
She wasn’t lying about that shit. Her pussy had wrapped my dick like it was an electric blanket. “Damn, Giselle. This some good shit that you been keeping to yourself. Fuck.”
We were definitely compatible sexually. She was a fucking freak, especially if she wanted this shit as bad as I did. Just the fact that we were in this room fucking while our guests were waiting for us was proof in itself. I gripped her ass as I fucked the shit out of her. I watched her bite her arm, trying to contain her whimpers and moans.
“Gentry… shit. I love your dick already.”
“Yeah. I love your shit too, baby.”
I was ready to nut, but there was no way I would release before she did. Although this was a quickie, I couldn’t make a bad first impression. I couldn’t control the grunts that left me, and holding my nut was getting more difficult with every thrust into her rainforest. “Geeeeentryyyy, shit! I’m cumming!”
She was loud as fuck and scared the nut right out of my ass. I was planning to pull out so she wouldn’t be so gushy, but shit, she was gonna have to deal with it now. “Fuck!”
We were panting like we’d just ran a marathon. This shit was so good, and I couldn’t wait until I could take my time with her. I slid my dick out of her, and she turned to me and kissed my lips. I pulled away from her. “You better quit fucking with me before you incite round two on that ass.”
She chuckled and went to the restroom. I tucked my dick back in my drawers and pulled my pants up, struggling to zip them over my erection. I hadn’t nearly had enough. While it may have taken the edge off for her, it had only gotten me cranked up. When she came out of the bathroom, she said, “Honolulu ain’t ready.”
I chuckled. “Hell naw. Come on here, woman.”
I grabbed her hand and led her out of the room toward the reception area. The minute we walked in, the applause started. The deejay began playing the song I requested for our first dance. “U” by Paul Grant and Brayla was a beautiful song. Brayla’s vocals were A-1. It was a testament to how I felt. It said that I was betting it all on her. If this marriage didn’t work out, I surely wouldn’t be in a hurry to jump into anything else.
So far, things were looking up, and if Arranged Hearts paired us, then it should continue to look up, even through the bad times.