Scott — We're getting married (3)

Scott — We're getting married (3)
"Always so loud. So demanding. Do something better with your mouth," I said, finally raising my head from her breasts to cover her screaming mouth with mine.

She latched on eagerly, moaning loudly as I smacked her ass and grabbed it. She took control without a second thought, grinding her pussy on my dick. Somewhere far off, I heard the muffled bickering coming from behind the door.

How long had that been happening? How long had she been drowning out what was happening behind that door, stealing all my focus and attention?

"We need to go out there," she mumbled in between heavy breaths.

"Have you been fucked enough to get you through the ceremony?" I asked her, squeezing her ass hard.

We were too competitive for our own good, always waiting for each other. I needed to come so damn badly, but I lived for the final form of her orgasm. When couldn't stand the pleasure her coming pussy gave her and she thrashed madly on my dick.

"Maybe. You?" she said, throwing my question back at me.

That was as close to an admission that she was close to giving me that perfect sight as I was going to get. The dress was a major turn on, but it really did have limitations. I couldn't access all of her. There was nothing for it. I couldn't hold back anymore.

"You're most beautiful when you're coming on my dick like a mad woman," I told her, kissing her again, before thrusting madly into her while slamming her down on my dick a few more times.

Just as my dick was about to succumb to her pussy, the mad thrashing began.

"Shut the fuck up," she said to my victorious smirk, letting her body fall against mine.

I let go and exploded inside her, wrapping my arms around her tightly. Listening to her moans die down to soft little purrs as I watched her feel pleasure in my arms intensified my own as I came for her. The quiet bickering behind the door stopped shortly after Stacy and I caught our breaths.

"Soooo, think they heard?" my fiancée asked, making me grin down at her.

"You tell yourself whatever you need to make it down that aisle. And if you don't believe your own bullshit, then just focus on me. Doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. It's our day. I'm loving the way it's going so far. What about you?" I said to her, brushing my fingers over the hickeys I left behind, a warm atmosphere surrounding us.

"Easy for you to say. I didn't fucking mark you," she said harshly, but her eyes were sparkling.

"Get off your high horse. Just because it's covered up, doesn't mean it didn't happen. You clawed the shit out of my ass while you were blowing me. Don't know what you're going to do about the blood under your fingernails," I reminded her with a smirk.

"Scott, buddy it's Kenny. Your best man. Outside the bridal suite because God hates me. Surrounded by bridesmaids who don't understand why the wedding is at two and not twelve. Fucking get out here," Kenny said coaxingly, his voice only sharpening for the last sentence. "Please Scott, they're pissed and I'm scared," he said, his tone now pleading and rushed.

"You're the greatest best man, Ken. I'll be right out, I promise," I called back to him, sharing a little snicker with Stacy. "Really quickly, before they eat our best friend alive. I know we can't run forever and you don't have to say yes, but I want to take my wife on an extended honeymoon. My very guilt ridden, loving mom happens to be a famous painter. My dad's not doing too badly either. They want to send us on a trip around the world for six months and I know it's asking for a lot. You have work and you want to start your own firm. I get that. I just don't want my wife to be stressed out about the mafia during her pregnancy. We can get a security detail or a fixer like last time if you feel unsafe whether you say yes to going away or not. Thoughts?"

She pondered what I said for a few moments, then said the darndest thing.

"Have you heard back from National Geographic?" she asked, putting everything else aside to focus on me. "What if they call while we're gone?"

"I already got the call. They wanted me for a year, but I said no, because we're having a baby," I said, laying a hand over her belly.

"You can't do that. This is the dream. You should go. We'll be okay. We'll come out to visit you or just go with you. I don't want you to give up things for me," she said, making my heart feel so full.

She was willing to put her whole life on hold for me for a year. She was still under a misconception though.

"I'm not missing your pregnancy or the birth of our first child for anything, Stace. Taking this job will mean being too busy for you and I don't want that. You're the dream, Stace. You and our baby. Our little one may be a bit early, but that doesn't mean anyone is giving anything up. National Geographic will call again. Next time when I'm more experienced. I'll make it happen, I swear. I'll continue to take photos on our honeymoon for the next exhibition and be right there when you start your company too. Right now though, I want my family to feel safe," I told her, sharing with her my innermost thoughts.

Not everyone had the means to check out for the duration of the bulk of a pregnancy, but we did. I wanted to give us peace of mind. Lower the pressure. Take care of her. Everything else could wait.

"What about all the things we have to do before the baby comes? I can't child proof a house or paint a nursery while I'm on the other side of the world, Scott," she said, ever the planner.

"This is why you're going to be an amazing mom, despite your parents. Whether or not Collette comes around, this baby is going to be safe and loved. If you say I or my one more time about our life together though, we'll have to get married another day, because I'll fuck you until you get this idea that you're in this alone out of your head," I said, giving her a good squeeze.

"We wouldn't want that, would we?" she said, her eyes lighting up with amusement. "From now on, it'll be our life, our baby, our family. I'm so proud of you for getting the call. Even if you're saying no for us," she said, tearing up. "This kid is going to have the greatest dad. Where to first?" she said, finally giving up her serious face and offering me a smile.

Having come prepared to defile her, I produced a pack of wipes and cleaned us both up before we finally opened the door. Needless to say, the women were not impressed with me. Everyone scowled at me for being the horny bastard that I was. Everyone but Tony that is, who seemed to have newfound respect for me and the stunt I pulled.

Stacy walked down the aisle on Grandpa Kendrick's arm an hour later, the picture of calm and contentment, nothing but love in her eyes. We held each other's gaze the whole time until her grandpa handed her over to me. The moment she stood across from me, holding my hands, I knew no matter what anyone said, I didn't ruin this day for her. Being with her best friend right before the wedding and the night before was why she was glowing, not a bit of anxiety in her as we exchanged our vows and slid wedding rings on each other's fingers.

Eternally mine, my heart said to me as I was allowed to kiss her again. This time to the sound of applause. When my reluctant lips parted with hers, she took my hand, reclaimed me one more time and beamed at me and we walked out of that church together.

"We did it. We're married," she said to me as I led her out onto the dance floor for our first dance as man and wife.

"Yes, we did, Mrs. Brady. How long do we have to stay with these people?" I said into her ear and she slapped my shoulder, making me chuckle.

"Behave yourself. We haven't even heard Kenny or Willow's speeches yet," she chided me.

"Fine, fine, but after the speeches, we're bailing. Looking forward to seeing Kenny's face when he finds his black card in between his cue cards anyway," I said with a mischievous grin.

"You've known where it was this whole time? That's so mean. He's been freaking out all day as it is because of you. You're telling him right after this dance," she said, appalled at my behavior.

"You know what? Fuck you and him always ganging up on me. He's not so innocent. Reserve judgment until I have told you what a shitshow last night was," I said grumpily.

"Sorry, Scottie. You're devious. Cunning. Smart. Unbelievably sexy. Silver tongued. And you know Kenny and I love you more than anyone else. With that handsome fucking face and those damn dimples to boot, no one pities you," she said with a shrug.

I chuckled at her matter of fact flirtation.

"I must be really pussy whipped. I know you're manipulating me, but I'm good with it," I said, the sound of her laughing again filling my ears as I leaned in to steal a kiss. "I got you something. Chocolate cupcakes from the Italian restaurant where you pigged out on the cake. Glad you finally found the myth in your head, Stace," I said, even though it just tasted like fucking chocolate cake to me.

"Me too. It was a long wait, but so worth it," she said, sealing my lips with hers.