“I don’t know what you are talking about,” I reply honestly. I have a one-piece green and black bathing suit on with a pair of aviator sunglasses. Nothing too revealing, not that I’d ever wear anything like that in public.
“That bathing suit leaves nothing to the imagination,” he grumbles.
“It’s practically a 1920s swimming costume,” I say laughing, but to appease him, I wrap a black sarong around my waist. “Better?” I ask, sliding into my matching green and black sparkly flip flops. I don’t get much use out of these in Montana. It’s a rugged terrain. I am usually in work boots, winter boots, or sneakers. It’s either hot as balls or cold as balls, there’s rarely a middle ground.
“Much,” he says looking visibly relieved. I roll my eyes behind my sunglasses. He’s gonna be mighty pissed down on the beach when I take it off to get in the water. As wrong as it is, maybe he’ll stick to me like glue. That thought turns me on too. I’m never going to do anything productive again. I just know it. We go over to his room and I wait while he pulls his trunks on. He just stripped down and pulled them on. I, on the other hand, could never do that. It’s a lot of work getting the girls secured in a tight bathing suit. Best to leave a little mystery in my opinion.
Down on the beach, we meet up with Alex who has met someone. Willow is her name and she is adorable. They are amazing together. I can’t believe they just met, but that’s their story to tell. Needless to say, I was not surprised when she was on the flight home with us the next morning.
The day on the beach was perfect and I was right, Jasper was my shadow and I loved it. We swam, ate nothing but junk and drank beer and margaritas all day.
But now it’s back to reality and I have some major life decisions to make, but the one thing I am certain about is I’m about to be Jasper Reid’s wife and that moment can’t come soon enough.
Epilogue
Jasper
Once we are back home in Heart Falls things move quickly for us. It’s been a little more than a month since we got back. We got married this afternoon. It was a small ceremony with just her family and mine. The reception, however, is a huge party. I am not surprised that everyone in town is packed into the tiny Bear Lodge, the fraternal order my dad belongs to. I am talking to Asher when I notice my beautiful wife slipping out of the room. I excuse myself and discreetly follow her out of the room. I am waiting for her when she comes out of the bathroom. I grab her arm and pull her into the empty room next to where we are standing.
“Hello, husband,” she says. Her face is adorably flushed. Her wedding dress is not at all what I expected. She’s wearing a short, just past her knees, white lace dress with a brand-new pair of white leather Converse on. For the occasion, she has changed the shoelaces to hunter green lace, which is the color her two bridesmaids, Laney and Sloane, are wearing. She looks like a punk rock princess and she’s all mine. For-fucking-ever.
“Wife,” I groan as I lean down and kiss her. She wraps her arms around my neck. I lift her up so that she can wrap her legs around my waist. Pinning her to the wall, I continue kissing her. From behind, I reach under her dress and find her panty-less.
“Where are your panties?” I growl.
“I forgot them,” she moans as I slide a long finger into her soaking wet pussy.
“You can’t show what’s mine to everybody, Dee.”
“I wasn’t,” she says as I pump my finger in and out of her. “Fuck me,” she cries, already close.
“You were dancing,” I remind her.
“With you. Only with you,” she whispers, her brown eyes bright and shining.
“Damn, right,” I growl, nuzzling her neck. I pull my finger from her pussy and bring it to my mouth, tasting her. “Later, when I get you all alone, I’ll take my time.” Reaching between us, I open my belt and my pants letting them fall a bit. She dips her tiny hand into my boxers and pulls my hard, already leaking cock out, stroking it up and down. Groaning, I lift her a bit and drop her pussy first onto me. She hisses at the intrusion but quickly adjusts as I thrust my hips, rocking in and out of her.
She comes before I do, her pussy squeezing my dick hard, making me quickly follow suit. I kiss her hard to keep her from screaming.
“Wow,” she mutters as I set her on her feet. I watch as she adjusts her dress and tries to smooth her hair. I didn’t even realize that my hands were tangled up her curly locks until I set her back down on the floor.