War and Roses by Kat Baxter

Second Epilogue

Jacob

I’m standing at the front of the casino chapel—the same one where my sister and best friend got accidentally married—waiting for my bride. My parents are our witnesses, as well as Austin’s mom.

Austin pats me on the shoulder. “You ready for this, old man?”

“I’ve been ready for a long time. I’m ready to kiss my bride.” I shake my head. “Nope, I’m ready to kiss my wife.”

He chuckles. “I know that feeling.”

“Shut up. I do not need to know that you kiss my sister.”

“I did more than kiss her,” he says with a cocky grin.

Selina is walking down the aisle and she’s hugely pregnant and is glaring at her husband.

I laugh because I can’t help it.

“Selina, smile, dear,” our mom says as my sister passes by her.

“I’ll smile again when I’m no longer carrying his mutant giant baby. I haven’t seen my toes in months, Mother. Months!”

I glance down and my sister is totally barefoot. It fits her though. She’s still got edge to her, that’s just part of who she is, but Austin has tempered her. They fit. Like how me and my Bethany fit.

The music changes to the traditional bridal march and our tiny audience stands. But I don’t care about anything but the gorgeous woman walking toward me. She’s a vision in white and the dress scoops down and outlines her breasts, almost making the shape of a heart. It molds to her torso, then flairs out at the waist. It’s kinda poufy and girly and my sweetheart looks like a princess.

Her rose vine tattoo has healed perfectly and looks pretty peeking out of her dress. She doesn’t need it to be beautiful in my eyes, but she needed it to feel beautiful.

I hear my mother sniffing and I think my sister might be crying too. Hell, maybe I’m crying. I don’t even care because I’m so damn happy. Today, I am marrying the love of my life. And the mother of my child.

No one else here knows. We found out last week that we’re expecting our first baby.

Bethany smiles widely at me and then she’s by my side. “Hi,” she whispers to me.

“Hi, yourself. Wanna get hitched?”

“Absolutely.”

The officiant tells us to face each other and hold hands. We say our vows and then I get to kiss my wife. My parents cheer and we get hugs and well wishes. We’re all staying at the casino hotel and have a plan to meet for a big breakfast in the morning.

But right now, I want to get my wife up to our suite.

“You ushered us out of there kind of quickly, don’t you think?” Bethany asks when we’re in the elevator.

“We’re newlyweds. We get a pass for rude behavior. Besides, I’m pretty sure that Selina needs to lay down and make Austin rub her feet.”

“Are you going to rub my feet when I’m that big?” Her hand goes to her soft belly.

“I’ll rub your feet anytime you want, sweetheart.”

When we finally make it inside our suite, I move her to the big window that overlooks the main drag full of casinos. The lights sparkle against the night sky and its pretty in a gaudy kind of way.

I stand behind her, wrapping my arms around her and kissing her neck.

“Did you have any fantasies about what your wedding would be like when you were a little girl?” I ask.

“Sure. I think most girls do. I thought about the dress. And I was obsessed with the veil and having my groom lift it from my face. That lasted until maybe Jr. High and then I realized I was far too claustrophobic to have some piece of lace or netting on my face.”

I laugh.

“What about you?”

I rub my hands over her hips, then bend and pick up the hem of her dress, taking it with me as I stand.

“Put your hands on the window, wife.”

Her breath hitches.

“I had this fantasy of flipping up my bride’s dress and fucking her from behind.”

“You did?”

“Oh yeah.” I rub one of the plump globes of her ass. “Were you wearing this tiny little thong in front of my parents, Bethany?”

“I was.”

“Is your pussy wet for me?” I squeeze her ass, then unzip my tux pants. I pull out my cock but leave my belt and button of my pants where they are. So just my cock is out. I swipe my thump through a drop of pre-come.

“Feel for yourself,” she says.

I grab that thin scrap of fabric between her ass cheeks and pull hard until it rips.

“Spread your legs.”

She does as she’s told. And her hands go to the window in front of her. I bend my knees and slip my cock between her legs and find her soaked.

“How long did you have that fantasy?” she asks.

I thrust forward, sliding home and we both groan.

“Since I saw you walk down that aisle in this pretty, perfect white dress. Now, touch your clit and make yourself come while your husband fucks you hard.”

“Yes,” she hisses. Her right hand slips between her thighs while her left stays pressed to the glass.

“You see those people out there, walking on the street?” I ask her. “You think they can see us?”

“I don’t know.” Her voice wavers as my thrusts increase in force and tempo.

“Are you getting close?” Because my balls are already tightening up. “Fuck, you feel good.”

“Yes, I’m close. Just keep fucking me right there. Right there. Jacob,” she moans my name again and again, then I feel her pussy clamp down on my dick.

“I love you, wife,” I say as my own orgasm rocks through me.

“I love you, husband.”