Chapter 13
Dallas
Ginger doesn’t want a big, elaborate wedding. It’s just family and friends at the ceremony. She didn’t want to have it inside a building or a church either so here we are under the bright blue Texas sky on a balmy day in the middle of May.
An arch of flowers is set up in a field on my land and I’m waiting in front of it to see my woman in her dress. Sleeping apart from her last night is the only night we’re spending apart. That’s a promise I made to myself and to her, and I intend to keep it.
I’m in my black cowboy hat, jeans and a black blazer. I’ve got on a white dress shirt and a black necktie like Ginger asked me to wear. I would have worn a tuxedo or anything else she wanted me to wear because what I wear isn’t important to me. Just the woman I’m about to marry is.
Soft violin music starts playing thanks to my mom asking Marina, the town veterinarian, to perform the music for the ceremony.
I keep eyeing the distance waiting for my woman to make an appearance. Then I hear the slow, steady turn of wagon wheels. The covered wagon we’d decorated with tons of flowers comes into view. My horse, paired with the one I bought for Ginger arrives.
In the wagon wearing a beautiful smile and carrying my heart is the woman I can’t believe chose to be with me. Her dress is a simple white one with a blue sash on the waist that my mother made for her. Tiny white flowers are braided in her hair.
It’s taking all my strength not to hit my knees. I feel like that every time I see her. Like I want to go face down on the ground and pour out my gratitude that I’m going to spend my life with this woman.
My father’s hand settles on my shoulder, and he gives it a squeeze.
In a front row seat, my mother already has tears on her face. My brother Ridge hands her a tissue.
The wedding song begins as Ronald takes his daughter’s hand and helps her down from the wagon. She doesn’t know yet what her mother left behind for her, and I figure once that’s shared, I’ll also have to wipe away tears.
They walk slowly along the aisle to the flower arch and when they reach the end instead of putting her hand in mine like Ginger expects, Ronald turns his daughter toward him.
He pulls a pair of glasses from his pocket, puts them on and takes a letter out. He clears his throat. “Your mom wrote this and told me to keep up with it. And…anyway, here it is.
He begins to read out loud,
“My darling daughter, it’s your wedding day.
I’ll bet it’s as beautiful as you are. I’m hoping that day is full of sunshine and happiness.
Have a dance with your new husband. Live a happy life.
Give your someday children a kiss from me and tell them grandma loves them.
And know that I will always, always watch over you.
Love you for all eternity,
Mom”
He folds the letter with trembling fingers. Ginger cries along with her dad and they share a long hug.
Everyone in the audience is crying.
There’s a tight squeeze in my heart for the bittersweet moment this must be for my woman. If I had the ability, I’d erase the past and bring her mom back for her.
Ronald’s cheeks puff out on a hard exhale, and he takes his daughter by the hand and links mine with hers. He covers both our hands with his. “Be good to each other every day. I love you.”
He moves to stand beside her.
I wipe away Ginger’s tears and speak a few words of comfort to her. Then the officiant begins the ceremony to unite me and my bride. I can’t tear my attention away from the beautiful woman with me.
“The rings,” my dad says and I realize I was caught in a daze.
I take the box he hands me and open it. To go with her mother’s ring, I had a wedding band created that matches the same design.
Ginger passes her bouquet of wildflowers to her father and holds out her hand. She bites her trembling lip as I put the ring on her finger. Then she takes a ring box from her father and removes a wedding band.
“It has a special inscription,” she says in a low voice, angling it so I can read it.
My candy cane cowboy, I love you, is on the inside of the band along with today’s date.
I chuckle and hold out my hand so she can slip it on, and we share a smile at the private joke.
The officiant announces we’re now husband and wife.
I kiss Ginger for the first time as her husband and a well of emotion bubbles within me. A fierce determination to protect her, to give her joy and hope and all the love she can handle.
Everyone is clapping and cheering for us as we pull apart.
My parents are directing the photographer to take more pictures and I’m so damn happy I think my heart can’t hold anything more.
“Okay, what’s next?” I hear my father ask.
He’s looking at the photographer, but I lean close to Ginger’s ear and whisper. “What’s next? The honeymoon for this lucky groom.”
She smiles and whispers back, “And this lucky bride.”
After all the pictures are taken, we dance to a country music song that’s special to us. It’s one where the lyrics talk about the kind of love that will never end.
The champagne flows and the laughter lasts well into the night.
With the stars high in the night sky, it’s finally time for us to head off on our honeymoon.
Ginger promises to bring my mom a souvenir and asks her if there’s anything special she’d like.
“Honey, just bring me back a grandchild.”
I laugh. “I should have warned you she’d say that.”
Ginger hugs my mom and says something I don’t hear. My mother laughs so hard she nearly doubles over.
We leave and have to hurry to get to the airport in time for our flight. We’re running a little late because one or maybe all of my brothers filled my truck with condoms. I couldn’t even open the door without mounds of them spilling onto the ground.
We ended up having to borrow my mom’s car.
I probably came across a bit impatient with my brothers but it’s because I’m ready to be alone with my wife.
I can hardly wait to spend our first night as a married couple together followed by all the nights for the rest of our lives.
I drop the luggage in the middle of the hotel room while Ginger opens the curtains. “It’s dark but I can still make out the ocean.” She pushes open the balcony door and the sound of waves crashing on the shore fill the room.
I stride across the room and come up behind her. “You might want to close the door.”
“Why? I like hearing the ocean.”
“Do you think the other guests on the beach will like hearing you moan and scream?” I cup her tits in my hands, finding the nipples with my finger and thumb. “Hmm? Do you?”
She pushes her ass back against my cock. “I want to hear the ocean, so you need to figure out a way to keep me quiet.”
“It’ll be hard for you to scream with my cock in your mouth. But that will be later because first I want to fuck my gorgeous wife all night long.”
I inch up the hem of the short dress she’d changed into for travel and walk backward into the hotel room, pulling her with me as I move.
“I was so horny last night,” she says. “I missed turning over in bed and having you right beside me.”
“I couldn’t sleep either,” I admit, working my hand into her panties. “Mmm. You’re already wet for me.”
“I told you I was horny.” She sucks in a breath when I stroke her.
Because I know her body, I know she’s about to let out a loud moan. I clamp my other hand over her lips. “I can keep you quiet and satisfied. Look at that, how easily my finger slides inside of your pussy.”
I walk backward with her to the light switch, still fingering her, and shut off the lights. “I’m going to make you come up against the glass door. No one can see what I’m doing to you. How my fingers are going to make you come. And then how my cock is going to pound into you.”
I flick my tongue across the shell of her ear, and she lets out a muffled whimper against my palm.
“I love the noises you make when you’re excited. I love hearing you cry my name and the way you drag your nails down my back.” I slide my fingers out of her warm pussy and take her clit between them.
“I’m going to put you over my knee with your mouth sucking my big cock and I’m going to spank you at the same time. Would you like that?”
Her back arches.
“Feel how I’m touching your clit? I’m going to suck on it like a lollipop.”
Ginger pushes her ass harder against me.
“What’s that? You want to come? If do just say so.”
I’m pretty sure she tried to say my name and something else that wasn’t so nice. “Ah, but darlin’ you told me to figure out a way to keep you quiet.”
She smacks my arm.
“That definitely earns you a spanking but since we’re not at that point yet, how about I just spank your clit?” I tap it with my finger and Ginger writhes.
“Yeah, I know you like that. I know your body as well as my own. I know you love it when my beard is damp with your come. When your juices are all over my lips….”
Her body tenses and she makes a long sound deep in her throat.
“There it is. I feel you letting go and pouring your come onto my fingers. Get it all out, baby. Now it’s time for my good girl to take her husband’s big dick deep inside of her.” I continue to work her clit until she shudders again.
I move my hand from her mouth and pick her up, tossing her across my shoulder. I carry her to the bed and set her down.
“That was…” she drags in a breath. “That was…”
“Amazing. Perfect. Fucking hot,” I supply helpfully as I undress.
“So damn good.”
Gripping her panties, I rip them from her body.
“Your mom told me to bring her back a grandchild and I told her I didn’t know if you were willing to work that hard.”
I laugh. “Oh, darlin’, I’m gonna show you how hard I can work. Now give me a kiss.”
She lifts her face toward mine.
“Not here. Here.” I point to my cock.
“Just so you know, that’s not what makes babies.”
“This is an appetizer,” I say.
Ginger pushes her body higher on the bed and spreads her legs wide. She puts her hand between them and parts her folds. “But I want to feel your cock pulsating inside of me. I want to feel your hairy balls pushing against my skin. I love that my husband is a big man.”
“Well, okay, if you’re asking nicely, since I’m a gentleman, I’ll fuck you.”
She laughs and I mount her.
“Do you know how much I love you?” I ask.
“Mmm hmm. You tell me every day several times a day.”
“Have I told you lately how much I love your pussy?”
She pretends to think about it. “I don’t know…”
“Then let me refresh your memory.” I push gently into her depths.
“Hmm…this is vaguely familiar.”
I fuck her harder and her eyes darken. “It’s starting to come back to me.” I move faster and she lets out a moan.
I cover her mouth with my hand. Her love noises are for my ears alone.
“You like taking your man’s dick? Hmm? I love being like this with you. Having my cock snug inside your body, knowing that I’m going to fill you with my come.”
Ginger grips my ass and wraps her legs around me. I lower my hand and she whispers, “Give it to me. Like that…ah…”
I quickly cover her mouth with mine as she grows louder. Her body begins to buck against mine and I can’t hold back any longer.
I spill into her, my body jerking, giving her everything I’ve got. “I love you,” I say as I kiss her lips with a lingering kiss.
“I love you, too.” She snuggles against me. “I wonder if we made a baby.”
“Probably not. We’ll have to keep trying at least a half dozen times a night until we know for sure.”
“Aw…you’d sacrifice yourself like that?” she teases.
“Anything for my woman.” I’m feeling sleepy as I move off of her and take her into my arms, but I don’t want sleep to hit me. I don’t want to lose even a second of my time with her. Marrying her and being together like this, it’s my dream come true.
“Do you hear the sound of the waves?”
“Mmm hmm,” she says sounding as sleepy as I am.
“They’re steady. Always present. Just like how I’m going to spend my life with you. Steady. Always present in the little things and the big things.”
“I always look forward to every morning with you,” she says.
“Me too. It’s another opportunity for us to fuck.”
“Dallas!” she laughs. “What am I going to do with you?”
“Let me recharge and I’ll show you.” And I did. I spend all night making love to my woman and telling her how much she means to me.