Wicked Brat
We walked outside, waiting for the music.
Asher and I had decided to have a small ceremony. Just immediate family and friends. No more than twenty guests were at the wedding, and it was perfect.
My gaze took in the high cathedral ceilings of the old church, understated and beautiful in its simplicity.
“I wish Grandma were here to see this,” my mother sighed.
A sad smile crossed my face. I felt the same. I’d picked this church because it was where my grandparents were married. Fifty years of wedded bliss until my grandpa died of a heart attack, and then two weeks later my gran was suddenly gone too. I always thought she’d died of a broken heart. I remember her telling me when I was little that a successful marriage was marrying not the person you could live with but the one you couldn’t live without.
My grandparents were the yin and yang to each other. It was exactly how I felt about Asher. He was my everything, and I knew in my bones that I was his.
“She’s here, Mom. She’s in our hearts,” I whispered. I knew that my grandparents were there, watching over Asher and me and smiling.
And then the music started and I began my walk down the aisle, eyes on my future.
My Asher.
When I reached the front and my mom put my hand to Asher’s, my heart began beating a fast rhythm in my chest. Asher bent his head and kissed my cheek just by my ear.
“I think I’ve died and gone to heaven,” he whispered low enough so only I could hear. “I’m one lucky SOB.”
“If you two are done, can we get this started?” Alistair asked.
We both laughed. When we’d talked about who we wanted to marry us, there was only one person: Alistair. We wanted someone who loved us and knew us. Someone who was important to us.
“Asher and Leigh have prepared their own vows,” he said to our loved ones who were gathered in the room.
Asher grabbed my hands and brought them to his lips. “If it’s okay, Leigh, I’d like to go first.” His eyes were sincere and soulful.
“Leigh, you’re the light of my life. I look at you, and all I think is that I must have done something good in my life to be blessed with you. You’re my soul mate, my partner. My best friend. But most of all, you’re my heart. I’m grateful that you want to be my wife, and for the rest of my life, I’m going to make you happy. I’m going to make sure you feel how precious you are. Thank you for loving me. Thank you for being mine. I love you more than I ever thought was possible. You’re every beautiful thing in the world, and you make my heart beat.” He bent down and kissed me, a sweet, chaste kiss that made me feel like I was floating.
“Whoa, whoa! No one said kiss the bride yet,” Alistair said before everyone laughed.
“Sorry, sorry, but look at how beautiful she is. I just couldn’t resist,” Asher said. For the first time I saw him blush, and a sheepish smile crossed his lips.
“I promise to love and care for you, and I’ll try in every way to be worthy of your love. I will always be honest with you, kind, patient, and forgiving. I promise to try to be on time. But most of all, I promise to be a true and loyal friend to you. I know that we will have a love that will last a lifetime, just like my grandparents did. You’re my soulmate. I love you deeper and wider than every ocean, I’ll love you for the rest of time.”
“Now you can kiss the bride, bro,” Alistair said and then finally, my husband kissed me.
Epilogue Two
Asher – Five Years Later
“Lean back, gorgeous.” I swept the bowls of Halloween candy off the counter. “Let me look at my juicy treat.”
I cradled her hips in my palms, eyes feasting on her creamy skin. My wife’s eyes fluttered with her arousal, the seam of her silky black panties dark and damp for me. “But the door…”
I gathered pieces of stray Halloween candy in my palms, sprinkling it on her soft skin and enjoying the way tiny ripples of excitement pebbled through her. I rolled the tiny pieces around on her body, tracing her hardened nipples with ropes of licorice before swatting at her pussy with the strips of candy.
“Trick or treat, baby.” I pressed my nose to her panties, growling deeply when I scented her sweet honey, mouth watering at just the thought of tasting her. “Ready to cum for Daddy?” I yanked the fabric of her panties down her thighs, tearing them easily when I couldn’t get them off fast enough before spanking her wet pussy with the licorice ropes again, the little satisfying noises of the candy smacking her sweet skin enough to make me a very hungry man. I trailed the tip of the candy through the seam of her cunt softly, forcing slow shudders to pulse from her core, her breathless pants turning up another notch.