Chapter 11
The lavender field was in bloom, the fragrant blossoms permeating the warm evening air as Trevor stood beside Olivia in the setting sun with a preacher who barely spoke English and Mac, their witness.
She wore a plain white dress that hung off her shoulders and gathered at her waist, accentuating her figure and revealing her creamy skin. He thought of the ornate bridal gowns so many women wore, their hair perfectly coiffed, while Olivia’s blew in soft waves on the gentle breeze.
She was beautiful, pure and true. The most simple and complicated woman he’d ever known, and the only one he wanted to spend his life with.
He swallowed against a knot that was forming in his throat as the preacher began the ceremony.
Then she was talking, the look in her eyes reflecting what he knew must be shining from his own.
“I, Olivia, take you, Trevor, to be my husband. To love and to cherish, to worship with my body, to shelter with my soul, forsaking all others. I promise to be true to you, to accept you as you are and as you grow and become the man you’re meant to be.”
Trevor was smiling as he slid the gold band onto her finger.
It looked good there, and he imagined it still catching the light when her hand was old, his love for her just as strong as it was today.
He licked his lips. “I, Trevor, take you, Olivia, to be my wife. To love and to cherish, to worship with my body, to shelter with my soul, forsaking all others. I promise to help you shine, to lift you up and honor the woman you are, now and forever.”
“You may kiss your bride,” said the preacher.
Trevor took her face in his hands and touched her lips with his own, savoring the moment, noting the breeze against his skin, the warm fragrance on the air, determined to remember it always.
Her arms went around his neck and she pulled back, smiling at him. “Do you mean that part about lifting me up?” she asked.
“I sure do.” He bent and scooped her into his arms, making her laugh.
“I wish you much good fortune,” said the preacher with a chuckle, walking away.
“I’m going to head out, too,” said Mac. “I’ll be in touch before we fly to New York.”
“Sounds good,” said Trevor. He waited for his friend to start his car before dropping to his knees in the lavender field. Olivia giggled as he laid her on the ground, following her down with his body.
“You’re not seriously doing this,” she said.
“These lavender plants are pretty tall.”
She hit his back as he kissed her again, settling his weight against her. “We’re going to get arrested for indecent exposure.”
“Do they have that in France?”
“I don’t know.”
“Let’s find out. It will be a great story to tell our grandchildren.” He was kissing her, the need to connect with her stronger than ever. She hummed softly as she opened her mouth to his, their tongues dancing as she moved beneath him.
“We are not telling anybody about this.”
He’d pulled her to the ground as a joke, but his body was quickly convincing him to make love to her.
“Let me make sure they’re gone.” He sat up, seeing both the preacher and Mac’s cars had left the area.
In the distance, a summer storm turned the sky purple, the line between it and the blue sky above them sharp and beautiful, making him sure they indeed stood before God on their wedding day.
He turned back to his wife, suddenly choked by emotion.
The hem of her dress was pushed to the tops of her thighs, a pink flush covering her chest and cheeks, and he quickly forgot the approaching storm.
He ran his hands up her shapely legs and pulled her panties down, kissing his way back up until he licked the swollen folds of her sex, settling on the sweet bud between them.
Her moans of pleasure carried on the fragrant air, the scent of the approaching storm now present, too. The first drops of rain struck his skin as she climaxed beneath his ministrations, and he moved up her body, pulling the neckline of her dress down to reveal her bare breasts.
“I love you, Olivia Hawkins,” he whispered, taking her in his mouth and suckling her nipple, one hand freeing himself from the confines of his pants. The rain was sprinkling now, wetting her skin, and he licked the water off her on the way to kiss her mouth once more.
She guided him into her body as thunder cracked quietly in the distance, the sound mingling with their heavy breaths as he lost himself in the sensations of loving her.
This was his wife. They moved together, each one half of the whole, becoming something greater than they had been on their own. He came with a rush of emotion, their bodies one beneath the purple clouds, hers milking him with the strong strokes of her orgasm.
When the last of the tremors subsided, she linked her ankles behind his rain-dappled ass. “I’ll love you forever,” she whispered.
Forever.
Thunder rolled, contentment filling him up and welling over. “Me, too.”