Chapter 17
Kayden
The best day of my life.
“So where to first, Mrs. Rork? Ireland, Sweden, London?”
She looks up and the tears run down her cheeks, getting caught in her dimples. She’s never looked more beautiful. Dressed in the white dress, roses tucked in her hair. A radiant smile lighting up her face. Today has been the best day of my life, and I know it’s only going to get better.
“How about we go to Italy first?” She wraps her arms around my neck. “We can travel up the coast. Gorge ourselves on pasta, cheese, and wine. Maybe stop by and have dinner at Chef Zen’s new restaurant?” Her eyes have a dreamy look in them, and I can’t wait to get her there.
“I think that sounds perfect.” I place a kiss upon her rosy mouth, savoring the moment.
Nothing could get better than this. My love in my arms, surrounded by our friends, us being married in the diner my girl cherishes so much.
I’d pictured this moment more times than I can remember, but I never imagined it being this incredible.
“Is this for real, Kayden? I feel like I’m in a fairy tale.”
It does feel that way.
I was locked in hell with a broken heart, no reason to keep breathing, and now I’m dancing with my wife.
“It is real, baby.” I hug her tighter. “But after everything we’ve been through, I’d say we deserve it.”
“I love you, Kayden.”
She has no idea. The way I feel for my girl can’t be put into words.
She kept me breathing when I was locked inside.
Her letters are the only thing that kept me sane.
If it weren’t for her, I’m not sure I’d still be here.
But deep down under all the pain, there was still a flicker of hope burning.
A hope that when I got out, she’d be mine.
And now she is.
“I think we should head home, Mrs. Rork.”
I’ve got time to make up for. Six years of need is pent up in my system.
“Fran, can you make sure to lock up?” She turns to the smiling old woman who I couldn’t be more grateful for. Not only will she be managing the place while we’re away, but she took care of my girl when she was hurting. For that I owe her dearly.
“Sure thing, hon. You two go on and have fun. I’ll scoot these folks on out of here.”
“And don’t forget to give them their cupcakes,” Wren adds. “Oh, and don’t forget…”
I scoop my wife up before she can finish that thought. There’s nothing for her to worry about. Between Fran and Mr. and Mrs. Granley, everything will be fine.
“They’ve got this covered, baby. Now, you heard Fran. It’s time for us to get on home and have some fun.”
I place her in my truck, and we set off up to our place in the mountains.
She doesn’t know it yet, but while we’re out of the country for our honeymoon, I’m having a cabin built for us.
Our very own place where we can raise a family.
It’s what she always dreamed of. A log house with a view.
Four bedrooms and a jacuzzi. I’m building an outdoor kitchen too, so she can cook all her amazing food.
“Do you want to know the dream I had last night?” She asks, as we wind up the road, heading deeper into the forest. “I dreamt that you broke into my trailer and pinned me on all fours. You were growling about how you couldn’t take it anymore, and you fucked me so hard I passed out.”
I press down on the gas, driving as fast as I can without running us off the road. As soon as I pull up to her trailer, I shut the car off and turn.
“You have a choice, Mrs. Rork. Gentle or rough?”
I’m trying to behave on our wedding night, but I won’t let my wife be disappointed.
She scoots across the seat and her whisper tingles down my spine.
“I want you to make me beg for mercy.”
“Time to get inside, little one.”
I stalk after her, scooping her up so I can carry her across the threshold. As soon as the door’s closed behind us, I have her pinned to the wall. My hands yanking her dress up to her hips. If my wife wants it rough, I’m going to make her fucking scream.
“Is there a reason you didn’t wear any undies?” I stare down at her bear ass, her round cheeks on display.
“I was hoping you’d fuck me in the back of the diner,” she groans as I thrust into her. She’s so fucking tight, I can barely breathe without coming.
“Thought about it all night,” I grunt. “But I was going to bring my wife home and make sweet passionate love to her. But my naughty girl wants it dirty, doesn’t she?” I pump in harder, banging her up against the wall. Making her scream for me.
“Oh God!”
“That’s it, little one. Come for me.”
She lets out a gasped moan and then she’s coming on my dick, her juicy pussy dripping down my balls.
Her walls clench, squeezing so tight that the cum comes busting out of me.
I fuck her harder, riding us both to near exhaustion.
When she slumps against the wall, I pick her up and carry her to the bed.
“You better open those eyes, baby girl. I’m not anywhere close to being done with you.”
Her eyes open and those pretty cheeks lift, making my heart skip a beat.
“It’s raining,” she says, catching me off guard. But she’s right. It is raining. Looks like we got inside just in time. Otherwise, her pretty dress would be soaked. “Will you take me outside and dance with me, Kayden?”
My mind goes straight back to the day we met, when the dark clouds rolled in and the skies opened up, and with the storm came my soulmate. I’ll never forget that day.
Nor will I ever forget this one.
The day we took our vows, promising that our bond can never be broken. And with every word, my heart healed, and the pain of the past six years faded.
“I’ll always dance with you, baby. Always.”