Total pages in book: 76
Estimated words: 76609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76609 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 383(@200wpm)___ 306(@250wpm)___ 255(@300wpm)
Drew’s hands on my hips started to pull me down even harder and rougher, and what started out as beautiful turned into magnificent as I had my first out of body experience.
Drew’s belly tightened as his release took him over, soft grunts punctuating each time his come spurted from his cock, bathing my insides in his essence.
“I think,” I panted long minutes later. “That we’re going to be late.”
Drew laughed.
“I don’t know what gave you that idea,” he muttered, pulling me down to his chest and kissing the side of my neck.
I turned until my lips met his.
“It was the clock on the wall,” I informed him.
He laughed and we scrambled out of bed, and I was thankful that the housekeeping would be visiting while we were away. If they were to come in while I was still there I might very well combust in flames of embarrassment.
***
Downy and my mother kept giving me weird looks all night, but my soon-to-be mother-in-law and father-in-law absolutely adored me.
Something I was absolutely certain of two hours later.
“You know who this is, don’t you?” my mother asked me.
I blinked, turning to face my mother and Downy fully.
“Who? What are you talking about?” I asked in confusion.
“You remember that summer we came to Beavers Bend? The time when mom forced me to go, and I stayed with that kid the entire time?” Downy asked.
I did remember. It’d been terrible.
My mother and father had done nothing but fight for hours about how Downy didn’t spend any time with the ‘family.’
And I’d been the one to take the brunt of that.
Meaning my father forced me to stay away from them in an attempt to get away from the fighting.
I’d spent the entire time outside, watching.
I watched as Downy and that ‘kid’, as he liked to call him, had a grand ol’ time, and I didn’t.
“Yeah,” I said slowly. “Why?”
Downy grinned.
“I didn’t put two and two together until I saw his parents,” he pointed at Jacklyn and Ryan. “They haven’t aged as much as him,” he pointed at Drew. “I specifically remember you telling me that you would marry him one day.”
That’s when my mouth opened.
I had said that, but I hadn’t put two and two together until Downy had just pointed it out.
“You married that woman, and I told you it wasn’t a good idea!” I pointed out to Drew.
Drew then laughed his ass off, as well as his parents, as understanding dawned.
I’d told him the same thing the day he’d told his parents that he was marrying his ex-wife.
“We brought up that comment for years,” Jacklyn said as she wiped her eyes free of the tears that’d formed during her laughter.
I grinned.
“I aim to entertain,” I informed them.
Drew pulled me into the curve of his arm.
“You definitely please me, baby,” he whispered into my hair.
I looked up at him, at his smile and the light shining in his eyes, and squeezed him tight.
Attie looked over at me, and she winked before mouthing, “Told you.”
I stuck my tongue out at her, and then enjoyed the rest of my night in the arms of the man that I knew since the age of nine that I’d one day marry.
I was happy indeed.
***
Seven months later
“Does it look bad?” I asked my brother.
My brother studied my face, and, fucking straight as could be, he said, “It looks fine.”
I took him at his word, too.
That was until Drew lifted my veil twenty minutes later, and his eyes zeroed in on the hideous thing.
“It’s bad, isn’t it,” I said softly.
He shrugged. “I said for better or for worse, didn’t I?”
My mouth dropped open, and then I started laughing. Right in the middle of my wedding, with my hundred and twenty of our closest friends and family in attendance.
“Dad,” Attie whispered in affront to her father. “You’re not supposed to tell her that her pimple looks bad. She’ll take it the wrong way.”
Drew’s smile widened.
“Well, I also promised to tell the truth. Which vow would you rather I follow?” He asked with a raise of his eyebrow.
I grinned.
“Both,” I said. “You follow both.”
He winked and pulled me into his chest, placing a kiss on my nose.
My growing belly—something we only learned about last month—pressed into his taut one.
“Freakin’ crazy girl,” he said. “I don’t care about your pimple. Your face isn’t why I’m marrying you, anyhow.”
I smiled.
“Why do you want to marry me?” I questioned him.
He grinned.
“You really want to know?”
“I do,” I said.
“I love you because you make me feel happy. Because you make me sleep well at night. Because you make me laugh. Because, when I wake up beside you, you make my heart race. Things like that.”
Those were almost the exact words I’d spouted off to him twenty years ago.
“You just got bonus points,” I informed him.
He grinned and winked, knowing exactly what he’d just done…and earned.