Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
Daphne
I slide my hands down my gown as I stare at myself in the mirror. I can’t believe I found the perfect dress. It’s a lace mermaid style with a deep V neckline, delicate spaghetti straps, and a small train. It’s exactly what I would have chosen if I had months to plan instead of a single day.
My hair is pinned up in braids and a loose bun, with a pink magnolia clip my mom said belonged to Granny. It’s my something old.
My dress has built-in cups, so I don’t need a bra, but I can’t wait for my new husband to see my panties later. I smile at myself in the mirror and sigh.
“That was full of a lot of thought.” My father’s voice breaks through my thoughts.
“I’m just really happy.”
“Good, honey. I love you.” He presses a kiss to my forehead. “Are you ready?”
“I am.”
Stepping out of the room, I find all the women waiting for me. My mom’s eyes fill with tears as she comes over and hugs me. She had to step out earlier because she couldn’t stop crying. She pulls back and heads into the chapel.
Delphi walks over next.
“I love you. You got this.” She kisses my cheek, and we line up.
Lydia walks down the aisle first, holding Michelle’s hand. I texted Darrell earlier and told him to get Micah a matching suit.
Delly walks through the doors next, then my father leads me into place so when the doors open, Darrell will see me.
I look up at him. “I love you, Daddy.”
“I love you too, honey.” He smiles. “I’m proud of the woman you’ve become. I can’t wait to see what this next chapter of your life brings. Remember to love him fearlessly, and never let him forget it.”
“I will.”
The doors open to a small chapel. A man in a black suit stands at the front, waiting, but Darrell is the only thing I focus on.
He stares at me like he’s forgotten how to breathe, then finally pulls in a deep breath. He’s in a beige linen suit with a crisp white dress shirt. His dark hair is wavy, and he’s clean-shaven. His striking blue eyes take me in completely, like he’s about to come down the aisle and get me himself.
Finally, we reach the altar. Darell steps forward, lifting his hand toward me when the officiant stops him.
“Who gives this woman away?” he asks.
“Her mother and I do,” my dad says, and he offers my hand to Darrell. “Take care of her with your life.”
“I will,” Darrell vows.
And then I’m in his hands.
The ceremony is quick. Before I know it, there’s another diamond-covered ring on my finger, and I’m kissing my husband. I only remember saying “I do.” I don’t remember my vows. I just stared into Darrell’s eyes the whole time, mouthing I love you over and over.
After the ceremony, we return to the same ballroom as the night before, surrounded by our family.
But now there are more people here to celebrate with us.
Kit heads straight for my sister. Judson complains that he could have catered.
Even Lyla from the aquarium is here, along with Jethro, Totten, and Jada.
I stay at my husband’s side most of the night. Not that he’d let me go far if I tried.
Darrell
I’m done with mingling and not having my wife to myself.
I watch as Daphne talks to Delphi. Hades has been shadowing her around the ballroom all night. I’ve been like a mentor to him for a couple of years. He’s a good man. If anyone can handle my sister-in-law, it’s him. She’d trample right over anyone else.
“If you want to make a run for it, I’ll cover for you,” Max says beside me.
My lips tip up as I look at him. “You will?”
“Cake is done. What else is there? We can meet up Monday for family time. You’ll have all day tomorrow with her uninterrupted. Now get out of here.” He waves toward the doors, and I stride toward my wife.
Wrapping my arms around her middle, I pull her to my chest.
“Let’s go, wife,” I say against her ear and watch her body tremble.
Delphi starts laughing. “Get out of here, you two. See you Monday.”
“Monday?” Daphne looks between us.
“We’re hanging out with the family on Monday. I have my sister and the kids for the next week too. We thought we’d do the Shark Reef at Mandalay Bay with the kids on Monday. Then on Tuesday, we’ll take in a show just for the adults, and we’ll plan the rest from there.”
“I love it.” She twists in my arms. “My husband has thought of everything.”
“Of course. I told you I would.” I lift her into my arms and carry her out of the ballroom to whoops and hollers.
When we get inside the elevator, I keep her in my arms and kiss her silly. By the time we reach our suite, she’s panting and desperate for me as much as I am for her.
The door closing behind us is loud in the quiet of our heavy breathing.
I set her on her feet in front of me in the open-plan living room.
Across the room, the blinds are open, the bright Vegas lights shining inside.
She stands before me like a beautiful illusion of a goddess.
Her gown molds to her upper body, thin straps holding it up.
The deep V plunge has an illusion panel, making it look open when it’s not.
She turns slightly, giving me a view of the open back.
She stole my heart all over again the moment the chapel doors opened and I saw her.
“I know I’ve told you several times tonight, but you are beautiful. You made my heart stop the moment I saw you.”
She smiles softly, her face glowing with joy. “Help me.” She turns, giving me her back.
I lower the hidden zipper, revealing her sheer white panties.
The gown falls to the floor. She looks over her shoulder as I kneel behind her, my attention fixed on her thong.
Along the waistband is her new name stitched in pink.
Mrs. Boseman. I slide them down her legs.
My cock was rock hard before, but now it’s demanding I take my wife.
“You like?” she purrs, standing naked in front of me in only her heels.
“I’m keeping these forever. Mine.” I pocket the panties and stand.
I toss my jacket onto a chair, then my shirt. My shoes, belt, and slacks are next to go. Turning her around to face me, I drag my gaze up and down her exquisite body. I lift her up, and she wraps around me like she always does. My cock slides through her wet lips, and we both moan at the contact.
The door to our bedroom is open, with the large bed waiting beyond. I don’t stop until my legs bump the edge. I kiss her, my tongue dominating her mouth, before I lower her to the mattress. She looks up at me with hooded eyes. Her pupils blown wide, her body flushed.
“Up.” I direct her to scoot up the bed as I crawl on behind her.
My cock swings. Her eyes follow the motion as she bites her lip. As soon as she reaches the top of the bed, she opens her legs, waiting for me.
I drop to my stomach with my face at her core and hold her legs open as I lick her from hole to clit. Her hands go to my head, holding me in place when I suck the bundle of nerves into my mouth. I’m not moving until she comes on my tongue.
And I make her do just that.
By the time I rise above her and impale her on my cock, she’s panting and begging for me.
I know her body is open and will be ready to take my seed.
The more often I do this, the sooner I can get her pregnant, and that’s my next goal.
She’s everything to me. I want it so much that spurts of my jizz erupt from my cock at just the thought.
I’m not gentle with her at all. I take her deep and hard, demanding, until she’s writhing and both of us are damp with sweat. The sounds of our bodies slapping together, our moans, her cries, and my grunts are music to my ears.
“Mine,” I chant as my spine tingles.
“Only yours. Forever,” she says, pushing me over the edge.
We come together. I hold her to me as I roll. Her legs flop at my sides, and she sighs against my chest.
“Happy, wife?”
“Yes.”
“I love you,” I tell her as I watch her eyes drift closed.
“I love you too,” she whispers, then I hear her soft snores.
We lie like that, with my cock still inside her for a bit, before I wake her and carry her to the bathroom, where I take her in the tub.
The rest of the week, we spend the days with family and the nights in each other’s arms. By the time we all fly home, Daphne and I are in a wedded bliss that nothing can change. Jethro sent out the announcement the day of the wedding, but the paparazzi didn’t find us until the end of the week.
We land in Nashville to drop off her parents and sister, along with my sister and her kids. Totten has a car waiting for us.
When we pull up to the house, Daphne is exhausted and doesn’t say anything about going back to her condo. The next morning is different, though.
“Darrell, why are all my clothes here?” Daphne hollers from the second closet.
“Because you moved in.”
“No, I didn’t.”
I advance on her, pushing her up against the island in the center of the closet. I lift her up and realize she’s at the perfect height here. A wicked grin spreads across my lips, and Daphne shakes her head.
“Pay attention, husband. I didn’t move in. I was going to go to the condo today and give notice to the leasing office, then pack.”
We came home with a couple of days to spare before she needs to be back at work on Monday.
“I took care of it the day we flew to Vegas. You’re moved out, and now we can go for a ride or hang out here for the day.” I push her robe open she slipped on after our shower.
“I didn’t even get to pack, Darrell. You can’t just take over everything and expect people to follow you and be okay with it. I should have had a choice.”
Gripping her around the neck with one hand, I pull her close to my face. “You had a choice. You said, ‘I do.’ Remember? I’m not going to have my wife living somewhere else or have her between two places. It’s my job to take care of you.”
“Darrell.” She drops her head to my forehead. “How the hell do I argue with that?”
“You don’t.” I drop my towel and proceed to make love to her right there.
Decision made. We hang out at the house, playing in the pool and spending time relaxing.