Epilogue 1
Six Months Later
Callie
" R eally?!"
Ginger squeals, more or less quietly, as I nod excitedly.
"We found out last night," I confirm.
"Cool wedding present," she tells me. Her own hand moves over the bulge beneath her bridesmaid dress. "I'm excited our kids will be about the same age."
"Shh." I hush her quickly, my eye roaming the crowded reception for anyone who might be eavesdropping-- especially my brother. "It's still a secret."
"Don't tell me Row's still being a jerk about you guys getting together."
I give roll my eyes and twist my hand in a kinda-sorta gesture.
"I hope he falls for a girl half his age with a mean daddy." My bestie holds up a champagne flute filled with her home-brewed ginger ale and clicks her glass against mine-- also filled with ginger ale.
"Would totally serve him right," I agree.
With a quick hug and another "congratulations," Ginger slips back through the crowd in search of either her husband, or the bathroom. At seven months ahead of me in her first pregnancy, I've noticed she doesn't stay away from either for very long.
I scan the grounds for my own husband.
Husband .
As of about an hour ago now, Archer Dean is officially my husband .
I'm still so blown away by it that I can't say it enough.
And last night, we found out that he'll be "daddy" soon too.
That one's a huge shock. Although, it probably shouldn't be, it's not like we've taken my brother's insistence that we wait till we're married very seriously.
Ginger and her new husband, Current, opened their brew pub slash pizza shop up in Moonshine Ridge last month. Archer and I got a room at the lodge there, did our part to contribute to my bestie's successful grand opening-- and just a few weeks later, I missed my period for the first time ever.
So we're thinking that's probably the night it happened.
We figure that since the stick turned blue so close to the wedding date-- we won't make the announcement for a few more weeks.
Just so my ridiculous brother can live in blissful ignorance about his baby sister's sex life.
Speaking of which...
"I want to fuck my wife before we eat."
Archer's crass words are whispered against my ear and everything about them has my body revved up and eagerly letting him lead my away from our wedding reception, up to the suite that's part of the wedding package at the barn where we're holding the reception.
By the time I get the door unlocked, Archer's got the side zipper of my dress undone.
"We not exactly out of sight up here, you know," I remind him, but I do nothing to remove his hand from where it's sneaked into the bodice of my dress to caress the underside of my breast.
"So open the door faster," he tells me. "You're mine on paper now, a man's got a right to make his wife happy she married him on their wedding day."
Before the door swings fully open, Archer has me and all the satin and tulle I'm wrapped up in, off my feet and across the threshold, kicking the door closed behind us without stopping on his way to the king size bed.
"How do you plan on making me any happier about marrying you, Archer Dean O'Leary?"
I land on the bed with a bounce and quickly scramble back up on my knees, busy with untangling my husband from his tux as quickly as possible.
"I have a couple of ideas, Mrs . Archer Dean O'Leary."
I thrill at his emphasis on missus.
Archer's tongue sweeps between my lips, tangling with mine in a slow kiss that has me moaning.
The hidden side zipper that lets me get in and out of the ball gown style dress without undoing a million and five tiny buttons makes a soft purring sound as Archer's fingers dragging it down the track till the strapless dress falls around my knees.
"Damn."
Archer steps back, admiring the view and clearly liking what he sees.
He lets out a slow whistle.
"I was not expecting that."
A strapless gown with boobs like mine requires some serious foundation, but I really wanted to wear something sexy under my dress for my new husband to unwrap when we were alone.
I had some help from Ginger and my new sister-in-law, Serenity. Apparently they did a good job.
The bustier is made of thick, satin panels and it's doing over time for holding my boobs up and waist in, but the barely-there scrap of lace pretending to be panties and the white garter belt and stockings have my husband hypnotized.
"We don't have long before we have to be back down there for the toasts," I tell him.
I maneuver out of the dress as sexily as I can manage, shoving it off the foot of the bed-- I'll have to get back into it before we go back downstairs.
That's all it takes to bring Archer back to reality.
"I'm going to destroy this thing later." His hands run up my back, calluses catching in the satin as he moves over the corset laces keeping me together. "Right now, I'm just going to make you come a little bit for me."
The way he has me on my hands and knees on the bed in front of him, I expect a quickie.
It's been six months, we've done it hundreds of times now, and while we've definitely found the best ways to drive us both insane-- there hasn't been a time yet that didn't have me moaning his name while I come.
Archer moves the thin strip of elastic and lace running between my legs to the side, but instead of feeling his thick cockhead eagerly straining at my entrance, his tongue slides into me instead.
"Baby, have you been this wet the whole time?"
I am dripping for him right now. I've been wet since I saw the heated look in his eye when he got his first look at me in my gown.
Yup. Right there in front of the preacher, all our family, and half of Slow River. I was standing up there promising to love and honor my new husband for all the rest of our days together, while silently dying to be alone with him.
My answer is a strangled gurgle of affirmation. I can't be expected to make actual words when he's eating my pussy from behind like this.
His fingers slip and slide through my folds, spreading my increasing moisture and making it hard for me find the friction I'm desperately seeking as I grind against his hand.
"Oh fuck, Cal." His mouth breaks contact from me and I know from experience now that Archer is getting worked up on watching me come undone. "You look so fucking good like this, baby. I need to be inside you. Just come for me one time first."
As if I could stop now.
Archer's fingers circle my clit, his tongue working in tandem until my fingers claw into the bedding under me, crumpling several fresh rose petals that were scattered over it sometime earlier.
He doesn't give me time to come down. Behind me, Archer's pants drop to the floor and before I can catch my breath, he's already pushing inside me.
I love the ragged sound of his breathing and the way he grips my hips to hold me steady as he slams into me.
Just knowing how close he is to losing control already has me ramped back up, angling my hips to take him deeper while I race him to the finish line.
"You're gonna make me come, Cal. You know I can't last when you do that."
What I'm doing is coming again. This one hits me hard, making me howl so loud I drop my face into the bedspread to keep our guests downstairs from hearing me.
Only seconds behind me, I feel Archer's hands tighten their grip as his movements become less measured, then he's coming too, filling me with enough sticky seed to make me glad my dress is floor length.
No way the flimsy panties of the lingerie set are going to keep that from running down my legs later.
"I think fucking my wife is even better than fucking my girlfriend was," Archer jokes as he collapses beside me and draws me against him.
"You think?" I tease back.
He hums a pleased little sound and kisses me.
"But I'm going to have to do it again before I can be sure."
Our moment is interrupted by an impatient knock on our door.
"You guys in there?" My brother's voice is muffled by the thick, oak door and the dim sounds of the party going on without us.
"We're here," Archer yells back.
Archer quickly pulls the end of the bedspread over us when the door knob turns.
"Wouldn't do that, man," Archer warns sternly, but there's humor in his voice.
I swat at his chest for that. We've been married for all of a hot minute, but Archer's already had his fun at rubbing it in Rowan's face.
"Motherfucker."
Rowan curses on the other side of the door, but it quickly closes solidly. Archer gives me a knowing look and presses his hand to my stomach with a secretive grin.
"Lock the damn door for fuck's sake...get your asses down here so I can get this toast out of the way."
Together, we manage to get back into our wedding clothes, although maybe not looking as neatly pressed as before.
There's a dinner to be served, and dances to be had, cake to be shared, a bouquet to toss, and-- as my husband makes wickedly clear as we head back downstairs-- there's a lifetime ahead of us for more stolen moments like this.