I bury my face in his neck and scream as my pussy clamps down on his cock. He roars and I feel rope after rope of his hot come fill me. He pulls my head away from his neck by the back of my hair and kisses me.
“Marry me, Kristina. I want you to be the mother of my children, my love, and the woman I share my life with.”
It’s so like him to ask right after he gave me an amazing orgasm and while he is still buried deep inside of me, but I wouldn’t have it any other way. I giggle and kiss him.
“Yes, oh God, yes. I want it all,” I say wrapping my arms around him and holding him close.
“You have three days to make your dream wedding come true, baby girl. Now that you told me I can have you; I don’t want to wait a minute longer then I must in order to make it official.” I snuggle into his chest.
“Okay.”
When we get home that night, I can’t stop smiling. I don’t know why I fought this. I can’t wait to start my life with him.
Chapter 9
Nicolas
Friday, December 27th, 2019
I gave her three days, which turned into a week due to Christmas, to get this all together. Once she decided it was okay to love me, she went all in. When her walls finally came down, she jumped headfirst into us.
I told her to plan the wedding of her dreams, money was no object. However, she didn’t want a big wedding, she just wanted to be my wife. I was all for anything that got us to this moment quicker.
As we stand in the courthouse in Manhattan together, I just want this to be over with. This has honestly been the longest week of my life. This waiting. My parents, Wendell and Selma, are here as well. I can’t thank them enough for being on board with this whole thing. They didn’t tell me I was crazy like Ian did. They were beyond supportive. They loved Kristina when they met her Christmas morning. They also loved Deanna, to the point that she’s staying with them while we go on our honeymoon. Kristina chose Chile and while I’ve never been there, it should be fun. They don’t go back to school until January 8th, so it’s the perfect time for a getaway. She’s packed seven bikinis and not much else. It should be an amazing sex-filled time together before we go at Kayleigh’s adoption hard the minute we get back. Deanna and Ian have agreed to spend time with her daily while we are gone. It was the only way I could get Kristina to even take a honeymoon.
Ian is late, but he texted a few minutes ago stating he was on the way from the airport but stuck in midday, midtown traffic. Suddenly, he bursts into the judge’s chambers and after brief introductions, we stand before the judge and say our vows. After we are pronounced husband and wife, I can’t help noticing that Ian is staring at Deanna like a lovesick calf. I know that look. I see it every day in the mirror. The thing is, he doesn’t get that look, ever. He is so jaded when it comes to love and I always knew it would take a special woman to make him see. I just didn’t think that woman would be by sixteen-year-old sister in law. Her birthday is Christmas Eve. I might have gone overboard and bought her 2019 Honda Civic. While it wasn’t extravagant to me, she’s been crying about it, on and off for two days now. I got Kristina a matching BMW SUV to mine. He still staring at Deanna, so I am going to have to warn him away, at least for the next year.
After the quick ceremony, we rush to make our lunch reservations at the Chapel, the hottest new restaurant/bar on 7th Avenue.
“Ian, this is Deanna. She’s a sophomore at P.S. 136 in the Bronx and my new sister-in-law.” He’s just taken a sip of scotch when I said that. He chokes on it and it’s all I can do not to laugh.
“Sophomore?” he questions.
“Yeah, you got a problem with that?” Deanna sasses back.
“Easy, kitten. I just meant that you look older than that,” Ian says. My dad laughs and Deanna’s face turns bright red.
“Oh, son. You have a lot to learn about women,” he says, still laughing.
“I know all about women, pops,” he responds.
“Not decent ones,” my mother says drily, and I lose it. I am actually laughing so hard, I can’t breathe. I try to rein it in when Kristina shoots me a look. Deanna gets up from the table and my mom and my wife follow her.
As soon as they are out of earshot, I turn to my brother. “You’re a fucking idiot,” I tell him.