Chapter 33 Rule Five Emmett - If you’re overstimulated, try headphones
Rule Five Emmett - If you’re overstimulated, try headphones
Pulling out the knife from my pocket, I closed the door to the honeymoon suite and turned to my Vera, my wife.
It was a word I never thought I’d want to revisit, but here we were, in the same room, almost a year to the day. Vera had drunk enough for the both of us, and I was regretting not having joined in.
I could use some liquid courage tonight.
Heading over to the small round table for two, Vera went the other direction to the bathroom.
“What are you doing?”
The female voice so familiar and yet...
I spun around, nearly pissing my pants.
“Who was that?”
I waved the knife in front of me.
Vera came out of the bathroom, looking thoroughly confused. “Who was what?”
I blinked. “Uh, nothing.” I turned back to the table and grabbed the small box I’d pulled from our luggage off the table. I’d taped it super tight, so as to not get damaged in the drive.
“What’s that?”
I noticed she’d changed into a nightgown. It wasn’t anything super sexy. There was no lace or sheer pieces. Neither of us had the money for frivolous things like that. Which made the gift I’d brought with us that much more special.
“I have a gift for you.” Using the knife to tear the tape, I ripped it off and opened the cardboard, revealing a smaller box inside.
Slowly, she sauntered over, almost inching her way, while tugging on her nightgown.
Money was a sensitive part of our relationship.
Neither of us had much to bring to the marriage, and yet, we both wanted to give the other the world.
While I couldn’t afford to pay for something, I could. .. make something.
“What is it? I thought we weren’t doing things like this, Em.” She lightly scolded.
I grinned and handed her the box. “I know. I couldn’t help it though. If it means anything, I didn’t pay for it.”
She ran her hand across the thin, square-shaped velvet box. “Did you steal it?”
I laughed. “No, just open it.”
Gingerly, she pried the lid open and pulled the thin, metal bracelet out.
“It’s not much, but I engraved it myself.”
Suddenly, I felt a little bashful. I wasn’t a metal worker by any means.
A regular at the gas station where I’d worked was and he’d often tell me about his projects, and one day he showed me a bracelet he’d made for his wife.
Wanting to do something special for Vera, I asked him if I could make one too.
It wasn’t the smoothest piece of jewelry.
The hammer marks were still there, and the words were hard to see, but they were there.
Eternity is not enough
It was what I’d said to her when we decided to get married. We were afraid if we didn’t, our families would try to tear us apart. She told me she couldn’t go a day without me, let alone the rest of her life, and then, I’d agreed with her and said the very words on the bracelet.
“I love it,” she exclaimed, sliding it onto her wrist. Tears streaked from her eyes. “It’s perfect, Em.”
“I thought you wanted forever with me.” The voice from before came directly into my ear, causing me to startle again. I looked around. Was I drunk? I’d only had one glass. What was going on?
“Are you okay? You look like you’ve seen a ghost.”Vera wrapped her arms around my neck, pushing her chest against mine. She wasn’t wearing a bra. Her soft breasts against my hard chest made my cock throb with excitement. I pushed the thoughts of... her away.
“I’m fine. Sorry, it’s just...” I needed to tell her.
This was all too much to hide. It was bad enough when it was just that I’d been married before, but now?
We were in the same hotel, same suite, and.
.. I closed my eyes. It was like I could feel her energy here with me, and my heart cracked and bled just a little.
Catherine.
“I’d like to get into pajamas too. I’m ready to relax.”Hurrying away after a quick kiss, I fled to the bathroom, where I changed and doused water on my face. The guilt was making me insane. There was no way I could have heard her voice. She was gone. I couldn’t change that.
“You would have liked her, Catherine,” I mused out loud but quiet enough so that Vera didn’t hear. If by some chance, Catherine’s spirit was here, I needed to speak to her. “She’s just your type.”
My two wives had more than just me in common. Somehow, I’d landed two beautiful Mexican baddies who loved women way more than they ever loved men.
“Sounds like I’m her type, too.” Catherine’s voice once again appeared in my brain, and I decided to embrace it. If this was how I got closure, so be it. I’d talk to myself.
“That was pure coincidence. It’s not like I went searching for her.”
“No? Seems a little suspicious. Same type, same look, same reason for coming here. What is your plan, Emmett?”
I frowned. Was I bullying myself? It was a very odd concept. There was no way I’d accuse myself of nefarious doings, and yet, here I was, talking to my dead wife about my new one.
“To love her, like I’d wanted to love you.
” I pushed off the counter. “I’m sorry you’re gone.
I never stopped loving you, but that doesn’t mean I love her any less.
I...” I swallowed deeply, and for a moment, I thought I could see her in the reflection of the mirror.
She’d been so beautiful, with her curly hair pinned up.
Her dress was all lace, and went all the way up to her chin.
I’d looked at our wedding photos so much I’d never forget how she looked that day.
Spinning around, it felt like a punch to the gut to find myself alone.
I washed my face one more time and then returned to the bedroom, where I faced my new wife. The moment our gazes locked, the guilt and pain of losing Catherine melted away. Once I was ready, I’d tell my story. Until then, I would enjoy this time with Vera.
Shutting off the lights, I joined her in bed and pulled her into my arms. We’d spent a handful of nights together, cuddling, kissing, some light petting.
But Vera had been clear of how nervous she was to be with a man, and I hadn’t been with anyone romantically since Catherine.
I hadn’t been ready to tell her that then, so I just let her take the reins as far as physical intimacy went.
Sex or no sex didn’t determine how much I loved her.
It was just as much healing to me as it was to her to take things slow.
“It’s your wedding night. You should probably do wedding night things.” Catherine’s voice snapped.
I flinched but said nothing.
“Should we...” Vera leaned in for a kiss.
“Do you want to? You’ve been drinking...” I still wasn’t sure if I was ready. Physically, my body would respond in the way it was set up to do so, but emotionally... Catherine was very clearly still here, in my head.
“I do. It’s time. But... let’s savor this. Take our time, explore each other.” Her hands slid across my bare chest, and my concerns melted away. This was what I’d wanted. I loved her.
I...
“Is she the love of your life?” Catherineasked. “Because that’s what you’d said to me, and then I died.”
I forced her voice out of my head and pulled Vera in for a deep kiss. Our tongues danced as our hips ground against each other in slow, torturous movements. Her hands drifted up and down my torso, teasing the waistband of my pajama pants.
“I have a confession,” she whispered. “I’ve never... touched one before.”
“One—Oh.” I pursed my lips. “It’s okay, why don’t we switch things then?” I tried to lift her nightgown, but she pushed me away.
“No, I want to. I’m... Emmett, I’m really glad you’re my first for this.” She sat up in bed. “I feel safe and comfortable, and I know you’re not going to laugh at me.”
“Laugh at you?” I scoffed. “It should be me who’d have to worry about that. Not you.” While I wasn’t small, I wasn’t huge either. Just like any man, I’d taken a ruler to my member a time or two. I was average and then an extra inch or so. It was respectable.
“I would never.” She lifted the blankets and took a deep breath. “Let me see.”