Chapter 5 DOG
DOG
It took me a few months, but I wore Maggie down until she agreed to marry me. Life wasn’t boring with her at my side, that’s for sure. Was she a little quieter than Kate? Sure, she was, but she was perfect for me. Because when she loved, she loved with her whole heart.
And today was the day I made her mine.
We’d ridden home early this morning, and we’re meeting Kate and Maggie at the registry office. None of us had much leave. I had three days and two nights with Maggie before we had to be back at base.
We’d parked our bikes and walked to the registry office in the next town to our village.
“Are you nervous?” Thor wants to know as we climb the stairs.
“Nope,” I reply. “I can’t wait to make her Maggie Davies. She’s the only one I want to ever use my name.”
“That’s good, Dog. I’m happy for you.”
“Thanks, brother. It will be your turn one of these days.”
“Nah Dog, I’m good as I am for now.” Thor grins at me.
I shake my head because he doesn’t know what it feels like to have that one woman who means the world to you, the one who you can tell anything to and she never judges you.
Even though we’d only been together a few short months, I knew without a doubt that Maggie would always be there for me.
I’d shared stuff with her that not even my brothers knew.
And not once in all that time had she looked at me with anything other than love …
okay, sometimes that was love mixed with exasperation, but I wouldn’t be me if I didn’t piss her off some days.
But not today. Today, I was making her mine.
Shep and I were waiting with the officiant when the first strains of music piped through and Kate appeared in the doorway smiling wide and winking at Shep, who chuckled.
Maggie had asked Roman to walk her down the aisle. He’d been only too happy to. There was a rustling at the door, and then there she was. My gorgeous Maggie.
Her hair, held with combs and flowers, hung loose around her shoulders. The dress she wore was short, cream-colored, and adorned with pearl flowers; a deep V dipped down between her breasts to a wide band that sat just under them. She carried a bouquet of sunflowers.
She captivated me, and only Shep’s nudge reminded me to breathe.
Taking her hand from Roman, I lean towards her, saying softly, “You look gorgeous, Maggie.”
Maggie smiles up at me. I lean in further, and I’d have kissed her if the officiant hadn’t interrupted us.
With a wink at my future wife, I bite back a chuckle when her cheeks flush.
Turning to the officiant, who is looking at us, eyebrows raised, but as there’s a twinkle in his eyes, I doubt he’s pissed with us.
“If the bride and groom are ready,” he queries with a small smile. My brothers and Kate laugh at his teasing.
“We’re ready,” I assure him. Maggie nods. It doesn’t take long until we’ve said our vows and signed the register. With Shep and Kate as witnesses.
The best words I heard that day other than Maggie’s, “I do” was when the officiant introduced us for the first time.
“Lady and gentlemen, I give you Mr and Mrs Robert Davies. Congratulations to you both, may you have many blessed and happy years.”
“Finally,” I shout. Bending, I swoop a laughing Maggie up into my arms and walk out of the registry office with her. My brothers and Katie are cheering and laughing behind us.
Lifting her higher in my arms, Maggie wraps an arm around my neck, grinning at me. “Don’t drop me, Robert.”
“Never gorgeous,” I assure her, walking her all the way to my bike before setting her back onto her feet. Cupping her cheeks, I lean towards her and whisper, “Love you, Mags. Thank you for making me the happiest man possible today.”
Maggie’s eyes fill, and her lips tremble. She rolls to her toes and whispers in my ear, “Love you right back. Thank you for having patience with me.”
“Always, gorgeous,” I assure her, taking her lips in the second kiss of the day as Mrs Davies.
“Come on you two let’s get to the pub,” Shep calls out. I helped Maggie tuck her skirt under her legs. We followed Shep to the pub surrounded by Thor, Gunny, Roman, and Jones.
It was a good night and one of the few when we were all together.
I’d arranged to take Maggie to a hotel for the night.
We wouldn’t have a honeymoon as I had to report back, but we’d have the one night, and I wanted it to be special for her.
I’d had Kate drop off a change of clothing, and I’d ordered a bottle of champagne to be left in the room.
I knew Maggie was nervous about tonight, and I wanted to make it as relaxing as possible for her.
We rode up to the Star Hotel backing our bikes into a parking spot. I help Maggie off, wrapping my arm around her waist as we walk up the stairs together. Checking in doesn’t take long, and then we’re walking up the stately stairs to our room.
“Wait a minute, Maggie,” I say when we get to the door. Unlocking it, I push the door open before I swoop my new wife into my arms and carry her over the threshold.
“Twice in one day you’ve swept me off my feet, Mr Davies. I’m a lucky lady,” Maggie laughs, eyes sparkling with happiness, cheeks flushed.
“I’m the lucky one, Mags,” I say seriously as I set her on her feet at the end of the bed.
“Oh Robert,” Maggie murmurs, cupping my cheek, “we’re both lucky.”
Lowering my head, I press my lips to hers, tightening my arms around her as I gather her close.
Kissing her like I’ve wanted to for months.
A needy whimper leaves Maggie as I insert a thigh between hers, pressing up against her heat.
Maggie gasps. Tearing my lips from hers, I kiss my way down her throat, nipping and sucking until I get to the pulse beating at the base of her throat.
Pressing a soft kiss there as she sighs and leans her head back, giving me better access.
Slipping a hand into the deep V of her dress, I utter a growl when I find her breast bare, nipple a hard pebble.
I’m aching to be inside her, but first I want to make sure she’s ready for me.
This is Maggie’s first time, and I don’t want to mess it up.
Pressing my kiss to her breastbone, I run my hands up her bare thighs and lift.
Maggie instinctively wraps her legs around me, returning her mouth to mine.
Edging closer to the bed, I lean over and deposit her on the bed, following her down and blanketing her body with mine.
Kissing her until we’re both dizzy before I stand and slip her sandals from her feet before pushing my shoes and socks off and tugging my shirt over my head.
“Oh,” Maggie hums, eyes bright as she traces them over me. I flex, and she grins before she sits up and tugs her dress over her head, flinging it to the corner of the bed.
“Fuck Maggie,” I whisper in awe as I run a finger over her pebbled nipples.
“So beautiful,” I whisper, bending to take one in my mouth as I ease her back down onto the bed.
Alternating between kissing her and paying attention to her breasts.
Ignoring my hard cock weeping between us until I can’t anymore.
Maggie helps me slip her panties off and push my trousers down and off my hips until our bodies are bare.
Every brush of her body against mine lights a spark along my spine.
Pushing myself up, I kiss my way down Maggie’s body until I’m between her legs.
Fitting my shoulders between them, my nostrils flare at the smell that is all Maggie—hot, turned-on woman—and I fucking love the fact that it’s me that made her this way.
Gripping her hips, I tug her closer to me and the edge of the bed.
Without wasting more time, my mouth is on her pussy, sucking, licking, and biting until she is a writhing, whimpering mess on the bed.
When I can tell she’s close to coming, I gently insert a finger into her soft folds, flicking my tongue against her clit as she relaxes.
I added another finger before turning them and rubbing along the top part of her cunt until I found the spot I’d been looking for.
Thrusting my fingers in and out of her wet heat, stretching her, getting her ready to take my cock. Increasing the pressure on her clit as she thrusts her hips up against my mouth, hands holding my head to her as she rides my face.
Hoarse whimpers and moans left her with every thrust. I love every minute. Letting her use me and taking what she needs. The primitive part of me had me wanting to pound my chest and roar to the world that my woman’s satisfied as she clenches around my fingers with a gasping cry.
“That’s it, gorgeous,” I whisper, looking up her body as she comes down from her climax. “So beautiful Maggie, I wish I could take a picture of how beautiful you are at this moment.”
And she was beautiful with her head thrown back as she arched up towards me, nipples hard and pebbled begging to be kissed. I waited as she slowly came back down, panting slightly, legs relaxing around my shoulders, fingers no longer clenching and tugging at my hair.
Withdrawing my fingers, I put them to my lips before sucking them clean; her heavy-lidded gaze met mine.
“Robert?”
“Yes sweetheart.”
“I really need you to fuck me now.”
Throwing my head back I laugh as I crawl my way back up the bed and lie over her body pressing my lips to hers in a deep kiss, I cup her thigh and tilt her leg out as I slip my hard cock into her warm, wet, pussy.
Stilling as I come to her barrier. Tearing my lips from hers, I look into her eyes, hating the pain I see when I push past it and make her mine.
I wait for her body to adjust, wiping at the tear that trickles down her cheek. Maggie inhales and sighs, tilting her hips. I move a little deeper into her.
“Move baby,” she whispers against my lips.
Tilting my hips back, I rock gently in and out of her body until we’re moving as one, skin gliding softly against the other until I can’t hold back, not with her pussy clenching around my cock the way it was.
Slipping my hand between us, I find her clit and add pressure with every thrust until Maggie cries out and her pussy pulses around me as we come together as I bury my face against her throat.
“Mm,” Maggie says softly, running a hand down my back, then back up and into my hair. “I didn’t know it would be like that.”
Concerned, I lift my head from where I’d buried it in her neck and ask, “Is that a good like? Or a bad one?”
Maggie’s lips tilt up in a slight smile as she cups my cheek. “A good like Robert. It was a good like.”
“Thank fuck,” I reply with relief. Lifting myself up, I slip from her body with a groan. Slipping my hands under her knees and around her back, I say, “Let’s get you in the bath Mrs Davies or you’ll be sore.”
Maggie tightens her arm around my shoulders. “Will you join me?”
“Absolutely,” I assure her, setting her on her feet by the bath.
I get the water running before we step into the bath and lean back against the lip.
Maggie uses her toes to close the taps when it’s full enough.
We spend the time in the bath catching up in a way that we couldn’t in the letters we’ve exchanged.
Only when Maggie yawns, and our fingers are like prunes and the bath water is now cold, so I insist we get out and dry off.
Naked, we crawl back into bed and fall asleep with ease.
Knowing that I’ll be doing this forever.
Every night that I’m home, from now until I no longer can. I’ll go to sleep, enjoying the feel of my woman tucked up snug and warm next to me, breathing easy.
That’s what I aim to give Maggie, as much as life will let me.
Easy.
She deserves nothing less.