Total pages in book: 42
Estimated words: 38855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 194(@200wpm)___ 155(@250wpm)___ 130(@300wpm)
Husband.
Everything has been so fast, but it feels right.
The wedding has been simple, here at the house on the front lawn but it’s so perfect. Mathias built this beautiful arbor out of trees he chopped down, and it’s decorated with about a zillion blue Irises because he said they match my eyes.
The wedding is great, but it’s just a starter before we get to the main course: the rest of our lives together.
As we break apart, Mathias turns to the small group of gathered friends and grins. “I don’t know how I got so lucky, but I did. Thank you so much for being here for us, today. My wife and I really appreciate all of you.” He turns to the sheriff and gives him a nod.
My stepdad and Wallace were arrested and are both awaiting trial. They may make a plea deal, and I hope they do, because I don’t want to testify. I just want my life to go forward.
The district attorney told me it’s likely they will take the deal. The evidence is so strong, they would be stupid to go to trial.
After everything that happened, I told Mathias everything about my stepdad. Actually, everything about my life because he sat me down and told me he wanted to know everything, so I told him.
I made him promise not to kill my stepdad, because that would only hurt our lives in the end. And because he loved me, he went along with my wishes.
The one thing I didn’t expect, the miracle which is sitting on the ground next to me right now, wagging her tail, is Ginger.
When I told Mathias about the day I left home, that Robert had scattered Mom’s ashes without me and told me my dog had been hit by a car...and I snapped, packed up and took off.
Well, what I didn’t know was the next day Mathias started calling every shelter within fifty miles of where I used to live on a hunch.
What an asshole. Mathias took off early the next morning before I knew what was going on. Said he had to sign some contract with the oil company that drills on his property.
He’s a liar. Guess what? My stupid stepdad dropped Ginger off at a shelter. She was never hit by a car.
He showed up two hours later with Ginger and I cried and held her and kissed her until she wiggled free and jumped into Mathias’ lap to get away from my violent affection.
So, here I stand in my white gown with Ginger as my maid of honor and all just feels right with the world.
Mathias finishes addressing our guests as I stare at him in awe. “I’ve paid for a five-course meal for all of you freeloaders at Deluca’s. Open bar so go wild. Go enjoy yourselves. Get out.”
There’s some gentle laughter, but nobody moves.
“I mean it,” Mathias says, his voice becoming serious. “Go into town. Get the fuck out.” He waves toward where the cars are parked along the dirt drive in front of the house.
“Mathias,” I whisper as I feel him starting to grip me tighter. He’s glaring at the guests, who aren’t leaving. I turn to our friends. “Sorry everyone. You know he can be a little difficult sometimes.” I pat his chest as he grunts. “We’ll be there soon. I promise.”
There are a disbelieving mutters from the crowd but they start to work their way to the cars and Mathias looks down at me.
“So, grumpy guts, what was that all about?”
A smile curves his lips, his beard shifting with the movement. “For what I have planned, we don’t want an audience.”
Mathias
“OH MY GOD.” ASTRID’S gauzy white gown catches the breeze as she spins in a circle, looking around the river cabin, then turns and swats my arm.
The interior is draped with white fabric. Vases of white roses are on every surface and the floor is covered in red rose petals.
“You like?” I manage. I talk like a caveman, but that’s how I feel.
Claim my woman.
Grunt.
“For such a Neanderthal, you do know how to sweep a girl off her feet.”
“Beverly helped. I can’t take the credit. Just gave her the idea and my credit card.”
I carried her here from the house, needing her next to me. Needing her to feel she belongs to me in every way.
I don’t waste any more time, stripping off her gown in a single movement. I hear her playful protests, but I need us naked against each other as husband and wife.
When she’s naked, I lift her from the floor and toss her on the bed. The animal inside of me is in control right now, more than the civilized man, and I need to fill her with me.
I need her sticky and dripping with my cum, so everyone knows now and forever she belongs to me.