Chapter 11 RULE #2 Be on timedon’t come at all.
Chapter eleven
One and a half years later. Pigeon Point Tobago.
ROMAN
“Oh, fuck, princess. You really had me wait six months to sink in this pussy?” I thrust into her, gripping her hips tightly.
There is something euphoric about fucking your wife.
“This fucking pussy is mine,” I mutter. This time it’s true. She is mine.
Noelle moans. “Please, Roman. I want to cum.”
I reach around, my fingers finding her clit, strumming it just right. “Give it to me.”
In the background a voice carries through the room “Let’s welcome Mr. and Mrs. Voss.”
“Fuck, we are late,” I mutter. “Look at you, making my cock glisten.”
Noelle presses her face against the table, fisting some old folded linens.
“Right there, Roman. Oh, right there,” Noelle moans, arching her back as my palm presses into her lower spine.
The announcer in the background asks. “Are they coming?”
“Why won’t he shut up. I’m fucking my wife,” I mutter “Come on this cock, princess.” I pinch her clit, and it sends the both of us over the edge.
The announcer shuffles his music. “They are about to look for the bride and groom.”
Both Noelle and I try to catch our breath.
“We need to move,” she whispers.
I kiss the back of her neck. “No, we don’t.”
I move away, fixing myself.
Noelle puffs the sleeves of her dress. “Where is my underwear?”
“Here.” I bend and help her put it on.
Just as I stand and she drops the dress, the door to the storage room opens.
Tillie and Anushka stand staring back at us.
“Are you two for real? You couldn’t wait!” Tillie screams.
I laugh. “Mind your business and help my wife.”
Within minutes, Tillie and Anushka fix Noelle’s hair and makeup.
I offer her my arm. “You ready, Mrs. Voss?”
“But we are late,” she replies as she takes my arm. “What about the rules?”
The door opens, and I kiss her cheeks. “They were meant to be broken.”
“Let’s welcome Mr. and Mrs. Roman Voss.”
NOELLE
It is a beautiful wedding. I know that Christmas Day wasn’t Roman’s favorite holiday, but I hope it’s his favorite day now.
I watch as our family mingles on the dancing floor, grooving to parang. The ocean breeze adds to our Caribbean wedding.
Everything feels so right. Anushka and Liam are dancing, their eyes never leaving each other.
It’s so nice to see my brother-in-law in love.
Tillie is dating a Jamaican man named Rupert.
He is a hotel owner and a true gentleman.
My mother- and father-in-law just walked back into the room, both fixing their clothing and looking around.
I guess it wasn’t only Roman and I that used the storage room.
My father and mother sway to music. It is a perfect night.
“Hey.” Roman comes to me with a glass of spiked sorrel.
“Thank you.” I take the glass from his hand.
“I think I am in love with this stuff.” He sips the sorrel and moans.
I chuckle. “Do you like Christmas now?”
He taps his chin. “I do. The food, our family, the music. I love it all.”
I tiptoe to kiss him. “Good, husband. ‘Tis the season after all.”
THE END