Chapter 44:Happenings
'Happy marriages begin when we marry the ones we love, and they blossom when we love the ones we marry.'
Becca wasn't as nervous as she should be. She felt peaceful and grounded. They told everyone the day before. They didn't want to take the risk of things being prolonged. The lesser time they knew made it easier for them to keep things covert.
Tommy and Maria were happy about their nuptials, but it wasn't a complete shock. They figured it was going to happen sooner or later.
They agreed to marry in barn at sunset. No one in town would be there wiser. They could have a peaceful and quiet wedding. Just like they wanted it. They had enough chaos in their lives.
They balked at most wedding traditions. He slept in the bed with her the night before. She saw him in the morning. They didn't have a bachelor or bachelorette party. There wasn't an rehearsal dinners or engagement parties. They didn't want to fanfare or attention. The less attention they got, the better. She didn't want any of their enemies catching wind of their nuptials. She didn't want anything to ruin their day.
Considering her track record. Wedding customs didn't mean shit and they weren't good luck. At least not for her anyway. She married the wrong men. She was marrying the right one today. She knew that without a doubt.
She felt refreshed and well rested. He usually woke her before he got up, but he must've just let her sleep. She smiled to herself as she remembered they were getting married today. She truly thought she would never do this again. She didn't plan on meeting Joel though. He made her forget all about the other ones.
It was midday and she just finished her shower. She was sitting on the edge of their bed, brushing her wet hair. Joel was outside working with Tommy. Men didn't need that much time to get ready anyway.
Her door opened and she saw Maria, Sharon and Ellie walk in. Maria and Sharon were dresses while Ellie was dressed in her usuals clothes of a hoodie and sweater. She smirked at the look on Ellie's face. She looked miserable, like she wanted to be anywhere but here.
Ellie pouted and crossed her arms over her chest.'I'll wear a dress, but I'm not wearing heels or makeup.'
Becca frowned as she walked over to her, placing her hands on her shoulders,'Who told you to wear a dress?'
Ellie didn't answer, but she raised her eyes over to Maria, who had a guilty look on her face.
'You don't have to wear a dress.' She looked over to Maria,'She can wear whatever she wants.'
Ellie smiled as Maria shook her head, knowing it was a battle she wouldn't win.
Ellie was grateful for Becca. She stood up for her. She let her be herself. She loved her so much for that.
Sharon went over to Becca and wrapped an arm around her shoulders,'You're getting married today, sweetie.'
She felt the fluttering in her stomach and smiled,'I really am.' She shook her head in disbelief,'I can't believe it. I swore I would never get married again.'
Sharon's eyes filled with tears, knowing everything she's been through. She tucked her hair behind her ear, stroking her cheek,'What changed your mind?'
'He did.' She answered without hesitation,'I know a lot people in this town don't care for him. They think he's cruel. He can be. When it's warranted, but he's never been that way with me. He treats me very well. We've gone through so much together. I know this is the man I'm supposed to be with.' She shook her head and laughed softly,'He makes me forget all the bad stuff and the bad people who hurt me. I want this to be a good day. I don't want to worry about the person who shot me or any imminent danger. I just want today to be for peace.'
Maria nodded as she searched through her makeup bag,'Amen to that. Do you want to wear makeup today?'
'Not a lot.' She frowned and shook her head,'I don't really care much for it nowadays.' She laughed,'Back in the day though, I wouldn't be caught dead outside the house without makeup.'
Maria snorted and shook her head,'The outbreak definitely straightened out our priorities. I used to be the same way.'
'Me too.' Sharon sighed,'Richard always told me he preferred me without makeup.'
Sharon's smile dissipated as tears filled her eyes. She had a somber look on her face. She was still grieving her husband. They all were. She would probably grieve him for the rest of her life. She couldn't imagine the pain of going through something like that.
Becca wrapped her arms around her tightly, 'He's still here watching you. If you believe that kind of thing.'
'I do.' Sharon nodded, 'I really do.' She patted her arm and took a deep breath,'Okay, no more crying or being sad. Today is a happy day.' She got up from the bed and clapped her hands,'Let's get to it.'
Maria applied some makeup to her face. Not a lot as she requested. Just some blush to accentuate her cheekbones, a really pale pink lipstick and some eyeshadow. She knew she would be crying. It was a given. She didn't want her makeup to smear.
Maria curled her hair, but left it down. She wouldn't wear a veil. She always found the traditional to be creepy and archaic. Joel already knew what she looked like. She didn't need a big reveal.
They helped her into her dress. Betsy had made her a dress for the occasion. She said it was her wedding gift to them. She was happy she agreed to marry them. She knew it meant a lot to Joel. It meant a lot to her as well.
When she was finished getting dressed, she shook her head in disbelief. She couldn't believe it was actually her.
The dress was a pale pink. She didn't feel comfortable wearing white. This would be her third marriage. She wasn't kidding anyone here.
It fell down to her ankles, giving her some warmth in the chilly autumn air. Betsy tailored the dress to cover her incision scar. The bodice of the dress was made of sheer pink lace. The sleeves were made of lace, covering her arms. She felt beautiful.
She remembered her wedding to Ben. There was so much leading up to it. So many parties, appointments and so many decisions to be made. She was in a constant state of stress leading up to the wedding. She couldn't even enjoy being engaged.
By the time the wedding rolled around, she was exhausted and fell asleep halfway through the reception. The thousands of dollars they spent on one day. She couldn't imagine ever doing something like that again.
Her wedding to David had been a somber occasion. The day she found out Ben died was the day she married him. He didn't even waste his time. The wedding was over and done with in five minutes. There weren't any celebrations. He took her up to bed and had his way with her. The same day she lost her husband, some other man made her his wife and used her body.
She wasn't anxious as she should be. She wasn't stressed out or nervous. She felt content. She was happy to be marrying him.
Ellie walked over to her and looked in the mirror at her, smiling,'You look so pretty.'
Becca smiled as she looked at her through the mirror,'You really think so?'
'I do.' She nodded,'Joel's gonna think so too. He said and I quote,'She can marry me wearing a potato sack and I'd still be the happiest man in Jackson.'
Tears filled her eyes as she wrapped her arm around Ellie's shoulders,'That's sweet.' She grinned,'I know you made that up, but it's sweet anyway.'
She became flustered as she shrugged,'He would've said it.' She sighed as she reached into her pocket, taking out a Swiss Army knife, 'Sharon told me we're supposed to give you three things. Something borrowed, something new and blue.' She handed her the pocket knife,'You can borrow this. It's was my…mom's. I think she would want you to hold onto it for good luck.'
Becca quickly wiped away her tears as she took the knife, hiding it in her bouquet of flowers. She wrapped both of her arms around her, holding her tightly,'Thank you.' She leaned back and held her face in her hands,'You know I love you, right? That I would do anything for you. I love you and Joel more than anything. This is forever. You understand that don't you?'
Ellie nodded as she fought back tears,'I do. I…do too, ya know. Feel that way about you.'
She nodded and smiled tearfully,'I know it's difficult for you to say, but I know.' She placed her hand over her heart,'I feel it.'
Maria and Sharon were both wiping the tears from their eyes at their tender exchange. When Joel and Ellie came back the second time, they didn't come alone. They didn't know what to expect of the young lady. The details of her past were sketchy, but she slowly opened up. They were pleasantly surprised by her. She was a good nurse and an equally better person. She was rough around the edges, but in this world you had to be.
They noticed a change in Joel whenever she was around. He was calmer and more relaxed. Maria and Sharon knew the affect she had over him, which is why they were thankful for this marriage.
Maria saw a lot of Joel in Tommy. She could understand the power the Miller boys had over women. On the surface, they seemed like cocky douchebags, but once you got to know them; they were the sweetest men in the world. They weren't mean men. They kept themselves guarded for good reasons. They loved fiercely and fought for the ones they love.
Their women would do the same for them.
Maria walked over to her and fixed her bangs,'I'm have something for you too.' She smiled,'Something new.'
She took something out of her pocket. It was a blue garter belt. Her eyes widened slightly, remembering Ben taking hers off at the reception. She was too drunk and tired to remember all the details.
Maria crouched down as Becca extended her leg out, letting her slide the garter belt up her leg,'You know Joel isn't gonna feel comfortable taking this off me in front of people.'
She looked up at her and smirked,'Who said anything about taking it off in front of anyone?' She shook her head,'I'm sure he wouldn't protest taking it off you later tonight.'
'Among other things.' Sharon chided.
Ellie's face scrunched up in disgust and she covered her ears,'There's a child here, Jesus Christ.'
Becca rolled her eyes and laughed,'I know what you and your little girlfriend get up to. I was your age too.' She snorted,'You've gotten more action in a year that I've gotten most of my life.'
Ellie crossed her arms over her chest and grinned.'It's the immunity thing. Like moths to a flame.'
Becca stared over at her and shook her head in exasperation. This child was going to be the death of her.
Sharon stepped up to her and cleared her throat,'I have something for you too.'
She reached into her pocket and took out a simple gold wedding band. It looked to be a man's ring. She didn't even have to ask who it belonged to.
'Sharon.' She shook her head,'I can't accept this. It was Richard's.'
She shook her head and sighed,'He would want it in good hands. He loved Joel. He would talk about him all the time. He enjoyed spending time with him.' She choked back her tears as she opened up her hand, placing the ring in her palm,'He would want him to have it.'
Becca wiped her tears from her cheeks and leaned up, kissing her cheek,'Thank you.' She looked around the room at the three women she considered family,'From the bottom of my heart. Thank you.'
All three of them hugged her at once.
The clock struck five. Becca smiled. It was time.
Maria fixed her makeup and Sharon put the finishing touches on her hair. Ellie changed in a nice sweater and clean jeans. She even wore clean sneakers for the occasion.
She took a deep breath as they walked downstairs. She was starting to get nervous. It was a good kind of nervous. She was anxious and eager to spend the rest of her life with him.
Joel was a nervous wreck as he paced back and forth in the barn. He adjusted his bow tie and grumbled. The suit made him feel like he was suffocating. He made a silent vow that he would never wear a monkey suit again.
He had Betsy make him a suit. Tommy said every man had to look like he was fit to marry the girl of his dreams. Tommy was always a hopeless romantic. He agreed with him, but he would never admit it.
Betsy seemed excited when he asked her to make him a suit. She casually mentioned making a dress for Becca. He almost cried when she told him that. Joel Pedro Miller, an all around bad ass killer and smuggler was going to cry because his girl wanted a dress made for their wedding. Ellie was right. He was getting soft in his old age.
Tommy grinned as he watched his brother pace back and forth,'You're gonna a hole in the floor. You need to relax.'
He glared up at him and sighed,'I am relaxed.' He nervously cracked his knuckles,'Where the fuck is Betsy?'
Betsy walked right into the barn as if being summoned,'I'm right here.'
She hugged Tommy and Joel. Her eyes widened as she looked over Joel in his suit,'Phew. If I was twenty years younger. You look so handsome.' She held his face in her hands and kissed both his cheeks, whispering in Spanish to him.
He nodded and responded back in their native tongue. Tommy was always taken aback by them. Joel was so comfortable with her. Maybe it's because she reminded him of their Abuela growing up. It's why Tommy felt an immediate connection with her too.
They never spoke English unless they were around other people. It helped Joel and Tommy keep their culture alive. In the midst of surviving, they had forgotten about the customs of their culture. It was time they rectified that.
Tommy walked to the doors of the barn and grinned,'They're coming!'
Joel's eyes widened as Betsy grabbed his hand, pulling him over to the alter. He stood there dumbfounded, not know what to do. He's never had a wedding ceremony before. Him and Esther got married in Vegas by an Elvis impersonator. It used to be a funny story to tell people when he was younger. Looking back on it as an older man, he felt embarrassed and sad. Their marriage had been doomed from the start. This would last. He knew that without a doubt.
Tommy walked up to the alter to stand by his side as best man. Joel looked next to him, wishing Richard was standing there beside him. They had a photo of him on table for him. His presence was felt. Hopefully he would bless their union. He had been so excited for their wedding.
Joel watched as Maria and Sharon walked into the barn. They were both wearing pale pink dresses of the same color, but designed differently. They looked beautiful and happy.
Maria walked over to Joel and leaned up, kissing his cheek,'Good luck.' She leaned back from him and smiled,'She looks gorgeous. Wait until you see her.'
He squeezed both of her hands in his and nodded,'You don't have to tell me. She's always gorgeous.'
Maria looked up at him and patted his cheek. He was a good man. He would be good to Becca. Everyone gave her shit for marrying Tommy, but they stuck with it. They didn't let anyone deter them from being happy together. She hoped the same for them.
Maria walked over to the bride's side. Sharon gave him a quick kiss before standing next to Maria. The two women held each other's hands tightly. They were just as eager for this than anybody else. It's been a very long time since they've had a wedding. They were due for something happy to happen in their lives.
Joel's heart skipped a beat when he heard the music. Tears filled his eyes as he immediately recognized the song. It was from his childhood. It was the song they danced to on that fateful night. The night he asked her to marry him and he almost lost her. He didn't know. She was real and in the flesh.
He looked back at Tommy, seeing the tears in his eyes. He seemed to recognize the song too. They shared a look. Everything would be okay. At least for tonight anyway.
Joel turned his head back to the barn doors. His eyes widened when he saw Becca walking in with Ellie.
His eyes fell on Becca. She was always beautiful to him. Always. Even when she was beaten to a pulp, bloodied and bruised. When she was crying, happy or excited. It mattered none. She would always be the most beautiful woman in the world to him.
Tonight. She was the prettiest he's ever seen her. She wasn't wearing traditional white as most brides. It was a pale pink that clung to her body like a second skin. Her hair was curled and her bangs were parted away from her face.
He saw the bright smile she gave him. He shook his head in disbelief. She looked happy. She was so happy to be marrying him.
He pressed his fist against his mouth to keep from balling his eyes out. The significance of Ellie walking her down the aisle wasn't lost on him. She was showing him she wasn't just marrying him. She was marrying Ellie too.
He thought about Sarah and his son. He hoped they were watching them. He could feel it.
Becca was in a state of shock when she saw him. She almost stumbled in surprise, but Ellie held tightly onto her hand.
She didn't expect him to wear a suit. She assumed he would dress nice, but she never thought she would walk in here and see him look like this. She wasn't prepared for it.
The black suit was perfectly tailored to his body. He wore a black bow tie and black leather shoes. He shaved off his facial hair. She's never seen him bare faced before and probably never will again, but it floored her. He was so handsome. With or without a beard, but he looked so much younger like this. He trimmed his hair as well, parting to the right side.
He looked so good she almost passed out. He made her dizzy. He went through all this trouble for her.
She looked around the barn, seeing the twinkling lights hanging from the ceiling. Tears filled her eyes. They were the same lights when they danced.
He was standing by makeshift altar. It was put together by twigs, but there were flowers and lights hanging from it. He seemed almost ethereal standing in front of it.
Ellie whistled lowly as they made their way down the aisle,'I know I'm gay and all, but he looks hot as fuck.'
Becca didn't even acknowledge she cursed. Her eyes and mind were solely focus on his as she shook her head,'He really really does look hot as fuck.'
Ellie pursed her lips to suppress a laugh. She did hear her after all.
They walked up to the altar and Betsy looked down at Becca and Ellie from her atop her post,'Who gives her hand in marriage?'
'I do.' Ellie said proudly as she let go of her hand.
Becca handed her bouquet to Ellie, her Maid of Honor. Ellie walked over to stand next to Sharon.
Joel took both her hands and shook his head as tears fell down his face,'Honey girl. You look…' He looked over and swallowed harshly,'You're the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. I'm so lucky.'
He didn't even care about displaying his emotions. He was so happy. He could care less about what anyone else thinks.
She laughed through her tears and squeezed his hands in hers,'You look so so good. So handsome.' She shook her head in disbelief as her eyes trailed all over him,'God, you're so handsome. I'm lucky too. You have no idea.'
Betsy averted her eyes between the two. She had tears in her own eyes. She was happy for the couple. It's been a long hard road to get to each other, but they finally got to this point.
She cleared her throat softly to get their attention,'Now that we're all here. I think it's time to finally marry the two of you.'
Maria lifted her hand up and shook her head, 'Preach.'
They all laughed softly as Betsy took out her book. They both agreed on not having a religious ceremony. Ever since David, she's had an uneasiness relationship with god. Joel wasn't religious either. They believed in God. They just didn't want to make it the focal point of their wedding.
Betsy looked between them as she opened up her book,'We are gathered here today to celebrate the union of two souls. Bound together and forged by their pasts. They stand before their family and friends, joyful and excited for the new chapter ahead of them.'
Becca and Joel stared deeply into her eyes. Betsy's words resounded with them. It took forever to get to this point, but there wasn't found any back now. Not that they wanted to anyway.
Betsy averted her eyes between them and smiled tearfully,'I was told you would like to say your own vows?'
Then both nodded eagerly. Betsy couldn't help but be emotional. She wasn't just marrying two people. This was special to her too. Joel meant the world to her. She knew he loved this woman with all this heart. If any two people were meant to be together, it's them.
Joel cupped her cheek, his thumb stroking her jawline.'You want me to go first?'
'No.' She shook her head as tears fell down her face,'I'll do it.'
Her hands were shaking as Sharon handed her the folded up piece of paper. She opened it up and cleared her throat. She's never said her own vows before. Not even with Ben. She was asked, but she had been so young. She didn't understand the significance of it back then.
She would never repeat her past mistakes.
She took a deep breath to steady her nerves and began reading,'I choose you and promise to choose you as my husband every day we wake. I will love you in word and deed. I will laugh with you, cry with you, scream with you, grow with you, and craft with you.'
She took a moment to catch her breath. Her tears blurred her vision as she looked over at him. Tears fell unabashedly down his cheeks. He was intently focused on her.
She took his hand in hers and continued,'To be your kin and your partner in all of life's adventures is all I could hope for in the world. Loving what I know of you and trusting what I don't yet know, I give you my hand. I give you my love. I give you myself, the good, the bad, and the yet to come.'
She shook her head as she cried,'You are loved more than any metaphor can ever try to express-my love, my husband.'
He wiped the tears off her cheeks and rested his forehead against hers. He sobbed softly as he kissed her lips, whispering,'I love you so much.' He snorted,'I shoulda went first. That's a tough act to follow.'
She laughed as she wiped the tears off his cheeks,'Anything you say will be beautiful to me.'
He sighed shakily as he took the piece of paper out of his pocket. When they first agreed to say their own vows, he had been nervous at first. He didn't think he would be able to express what he felt about her on paper, but once he started writing; the words came easy for him. It wasn't difficult for him to explain all the reasons why he loved her. It felt as natural as breathing to him.
His hands shook as he opened up the piece of paper. He looked down at it as he began reading,'I've never been…a man who thinks about love and marriage. I was always used to doing things my own way. It was easier when it was just me, but then Ellie came into my life.'
He looked over at the teenager, who had tears in her eyes as she smiled at him. He owes so much to this young girl. She brought him back to life. If it wasn't for her, him and Becca wouldn't have ever met. There wasn't any reasons for their paths to cross. Bringing both of these women into his life was the best decision he's ever made.
Tears fell down onto the paper, but he pushed forward, 'She showed me what it was like to care about another human being again. But when I met you?' He shook his head,'Everything changed for me. At first you were just a pretty girl that I didn't feel like hauling around. You were a pain in my ass.' He smirked,'Still are.'
She nodded and laughed through her tears,'Damn right. Always will be.'
Everyone laughed as Joel sniffled roughly,'I hope so.'
He took a deep breath and continued,'You showed me love I'm gonna need for the rest of my life.' He stared into her eyes,'I've never loved anyone like I love you. I promise to be your guiding light in the darkness, a warming comfort in the cold and a shoulder to lean on when life is too much to bear on your own.'
She cried harder at that. They've done that so many times for each other throughout the years. Thinking back on it, they've been in a relationship for almost four years. They were always too afraid to put a name on it.
He brought her hand up to his mouth and kissed it,'I vow to always protect you from harm, to stand with you against your troubles, and to look to you when I need protection.'
She was crying softly as she held his face in her hands,'I love you so much.'
He nodded silently as he pressed his forehead against hers,'I love you too. God, I love you.'
Betsy smiled softly as she placed her hands on their shoulders,'It's time for the exchanging of the rings.'
Joel's eyes widened slightly and his shoulder slumped, looking dejected,'I didn't…' He shook his head,'I don't. I'm sorry, baby. I tried.'
She shushed him by placing her hand over his mouth,'You already gave me a ring and it's beautiful.' She shook her head, 'We've talked about this. I got you. That's enough.'
He seemed content with that, but he was a prideful man.
Becca put her hand behind her back so Sharon could slyly slide the wedding band into her hand. She couldn't wait to see his face. He had no idea.
Betsy looked down at Joel'Do you, Joel Pedro Miller take Rebecca Marie Bennett to be your lawfully wedded wife? To love and to cherish. To have and to hold. In sickness and in health from this day forward?'
He held tightly onto her hand as he nodded, fresh tears falling down his face,'I do. Of course I fuckin do.'
Becca laughed and shook her head. Leave it to Joel to curse at a wedding. Their wedding. He was being himself though. She loved him for that. No pretenses. He didn't put on airs to impress people.
Betsy turned her attention to Becca,'Do you, Rebecca Marie Bennett take this man Joel Pedro Miller to be your lawfully wedded husband. To love and cherish. To have and to hold. In sickness and in health from this day forward?'
She nodded as she opened her hand, revealing the ring to him. His eyes widened in surprise when he looked down at the ring. It was a gold band meant for a man to wear. This was his.
Becca took his left hand as her eyes never wavered from his.
Betsy smiled down at Becca,'Repeat after me. With this ring. I thee wed.'
She slid the ring on his finger. It seemed to fit him well. Almost like it were made for him
He stared down at the ring on his hand. He never wore jewelry. The only thing he wore was his watch Sarah gave him. He didn't even wear a ring during his first marriage. He would wear this one proudly though. He was proud to be her husband.
Joel took her hand and kissed the ring he gave her on her birthday,'With this ring. I thee wed.'
Becca took both of his hands in hers and bounced excitedly, knowing what was coming next. She was so excited. She couldn't stand still.
Joel smiled through his tears. There were tears in her eyes, but a huge smile on her face. He's never seen her this happy. He was sure people would say the same about him.
Betsy smirked at the eagerness on their faces,'One last thing. I'm gonna say a prayer. A blessing in our culture.'
Joel stared up at Betsy in gratitude. She placed her hands on both of their heads, reciting a prayer in Spanish. She recognized a few sentences. She's been hard at work learning Spanish. She had a good teacher.
Once she was finished, she kissed the top of their heads,'Now to the best part. By the state of Wyoming and well…me.' She shrugged,'I now pronounce you man and wife. Joel, you may kiss your bride.'
'Fuck yes.' He held her face in his hands and pulled her to him.
He wasted no time in deepening the kiss. His tongue tangled with hers, hearing her moan softly as she cupped the back of his neck, bringing him closer to her. He placed one of his hands on her lower back, holding her close.
He could taste their tears, but they weren't sad today. They were the happiest they've ever been.
Betsy laughed as they kissed each other. They were completely obvious to everyone else around them. She remembered what that's like. To be so in love no one else existed around you.
Betsy cleared her throat as the kiss continued. Tommy whistled and raised his fist up in the air,'Get it, bro.'
Ellie frowned as she leaned over to stare at Tommy in disgust. She looked up at Maria, shaking her head,'Has he always been like this?'
'Yes.' Maria sighed,'Yes.'
Betsy lifted her hands towards them,'I now introduce Mr. And Mrs. Miller.'
Joel pulled his lips from hers to catch his breath as he stroked her hair,'I love you so much. My beautiful wife.' He shook his head in disbelief,'My wife.'
He had to keep saying it or else he wouldn't believe it himself. She was his wife. He was her husband. He didn't have himself to think about anymore. He had a wife and teenager to think about. Maybe a couple more kids to add to the mix. He wanted it all with this woman.
Betsy lifted her hands up as they reluctantly pulled away from each other. She motioned with her hands between the newly married couple, beaming with pride,'Mr. and Mrs. Joel Miller everyone!'
The wedding party clapped softly. They were still aware of any prying eyes that may be lurking, but this wasn't a night to be worried or sad. They could finally rejoice for once.
They would have a small celebration in the barn. There was a small table set up where they would have dinner. Becca, Sharon and Maria cooked a meal of turkey and sides.
Becca loved helping to make the meal for her wedding. It felt special to be pour all the love she could into a meal. As she sat down for dinner, she gave a thanks for her mama for bringing her such a good man. For giving her the family she's always wanted.
As she stared down at all the people she loved dearly; she felt immensely happy. Tears filled her eyes as she smiled softly. She didn't just gain a husband. She gained a family.
Joel turned to her and frowned when he saw the tears in her eyes. He leaned close to her and kissed her bare shoulder, whispering,'You alright, Mrs. Miller?'
A tremble racked throughout her body as she grinned. She was a Misses again. She was never a Mrs. Miller though.
She rested her forehead against his and nuzzled against him, whispering,'I'm just happy. Really happy, husband.'
He couldn't suppress the smirk. Husband. He was someone's husband. He stared down at the wedding band on his finger gleaming in the light. He was a married man. He never thought he would be married again. Then again, he never expected to find Becca either. She wasn't someone you expected to find in your life.
He kissed her lips as he placed his other hand on her thigh,'I can't wait for these suckers to go home.' His whispered and heated words made her grin,'I wanna make this legit.'
She looked over his face and laughed softly, feeling giddy from the second glass of wine she had. Joel stayed sober, sticking only to water. She was proud of his resiliency.
She took a sip of her water as she stared down at their family. Tommy was probably drunk as he recounted a story about when he was young. Maria had a blank look on her face. She's probably heard this story a dozen times.
'I thought we already made it legit?' She placed her hand over his, feeling the cool metal of his ring. She toyed with the ring as she slid her chair closer to his,'I thought we already made it official?' She grinned,'We had a wedding and everything.'
'I ain't talking bout that and you know it.' He nuzzled his nose against hers, whispering,'I wanna take you as my wife. I wanna know what that feels like.'
Her heart clenched at his admission, but she kept the grin on her face,'Probably the same as all the other times, I suppose.'
He narrowed his eyes and squeezed her thigh,'It's always different.' He shook his head in disbelief,'It gets better every time. I ain't ever had that before. It feels like…'
He sighed. He couldn't find the words to describe it.
'The first time every time.' She finished for him as she took a sip of water. She leaned in close to him and his eyes drank in her features. His beautiful wife, stunning yet fierce,'I have a surprise for you later tonight.'
His eyes stared at her curiously, seeing the mischievous twinkle in her eyes,'Do I get a hint?' He leaned in close, whispering in her ear,'Please tell me it involves you naked.'
She laughed as he breathed hot and heavy in his ear,'We'll definitely get to that part.'
She didn't get a chance to finish because Tommy interrupted them by clanking his fork against his glass,'I would like to make a toast.'
Joel rolled his eyes and sighed exasperatingly. He vividly remembered Tommy's speech when he was his first man at his wedding to Esther. He had been drunk as a skunk, rattling and mumbling on as his mama whispered at him in Spanish, vehemently telling him to sit down. That had been a shit show.
While his brother had a good buzz going on. He wasn't sloppy drunk. He was mature and in control.
Tommy cleared his throat as he stared at Joel and Becca,'I'll make this quick. I know Joel hates being the center of attention.'
Joel snorted and shook his head,'Ain't enough room for us both with that head of yours.'
Everyone laughed and Tommy narrowed his eyes,'Anyway, I just would like to say congrats, you guys.' He shook his head,'Becca…you're perfect for Joel. You're exactly the kind of woman our mama woulda wanted for him.'
He cleared his throat as he saw tears fill Joel's eyes. He saw his older brother take Becca's hand in his and kissed her knuckles. She smiled lovingly at him as she turned back to Tommy.
Tommy sniffled roughly, feeling choked up himself, 'Joel, you're stubborn and a pain in the ass, but I love you. Becca. Thank you for marrying my brother. For looking out for him. He's less grumpy to work with.' Becca laughed through her tears as he smiled at her tearfully,'I love you, my sister.' He picked up his glass of wine and raised it high into the air,'Y tu, bienvenido a la familia!'
Becca smiled through her tears. She recognized the words in Spanish. And you. Welcome to the family.'
She blinked away tears as she raised her glass to him. Joel raised his glass of water and recited the words. She always felt a rush go through her whenever he spoke Spanish. The lilting words falling easily off his lips fluently.
She loved this man. She loved this family. Her familia. Always. Nothing would break them.
After dinner, everyone left the barn to go home. Ellie went back into town to stay with Sharon. Becca and Joel couldn't have a honeymoon. The next best thing she could give them is three nights away from her. Sharon gave her the three days off at the hospital. Tommy gave him strict orders not to come to work for the next three days.
The house was well stocked with food. They had everything they needed on the farm. There wasn't anywhere to go. No one to see but each other.
They stayed back in the barn. Becca said she had a surprise for him. His heart pounded in anticipation.
He was kept the barn doors opened. It would be easier to see if anyone was coming or going. The fresh air felt refreshing in the stifled barn.
Joel was sitting comfortably in the chair. He took his suit jacket off and bow tie. He unbuttoned the top buttons and rolled up the sleeves, untucking the shirt. He felt tense and more relaxed.
He watched her as she walked back up the trail, her wedding dress billowing behind her. He liked the soft pink. He never understood the whole bride having to wear white thing.
Who the hell cared what she wore? It was an old archaic custom. He loved their wedding. It was them. Simple, but beautiful.
She had a smile on her face as she walked back into the barn. She walked over to him as he sat up straight, waiting eagerly for his bride with open arms. He wrapped his arms tightly around her, burying his nose in her stomach.
'Beautiful.' He whispered, his words muffled into the fabric of her dress,'So fuckin beautiful, wife.'
She loved how he said that word. Wife. He didn't say it in a possessive sort of way. He were saying if only to remind himself.
She cradled his face in her hands and lifted his head up to look at her,'Put your hand on my left thigh.'
He smirked and clicked his tongue. He didn't need to be told twice. It exhilarated him he could do this all the time now. Touch and love on her however he wanted to.
He slid his hand from her ankle up the length of her long leg, his eyes intently following the path. His lips ghosted up her leg as well, his breath hot on her skin. He saw the goosebumps pucker up her skin. His eyelids fluttered shut. Her skin smelled like strawberries and vanilla. He wondered if her pussy tasted like that too. Who the hell was he kidding?
It always did.
His head slid under her dress when he saw the blue garter belt. His eyes widened in surprise and he smirked to himself. His large hands gripped her thighs to steady her. He saw the white lace panties she wore and licked his lips. He resisted the urge to taste her over the fabric.
Good things come to those who wait. He's waited for this moment for almost four years. He was a patient man.
He bit into the garter belt, smelling the musky scent of her arousal. His dick twitched in his pants. He wasn't going to last by the time he was inside her. He's been ready to go ever since Betsy announced them husband and wife. He was eager to make her his in every way.
He slid the garter belt down her leg with his teeth. She shivered as he gently ran his nails down her legs along with the garter belt. His head popped out from under her dress.
He looked up at her, his hair and eyes already a mess. She recognized that look in his eyes. Want. Raw desire.
She placed her leg onto his shoulder as he slid the garter belt off her legs. He twirled it around his index finger, grinning wickedly,'This my surprise? Getting a glimpse of that beautiful pussy?'
Her eyes widened at his brash words. He had a filthy mouth. Her meemaw would be rolling over in her grave. She loved how he explicitly told her how he felt. He was honest and didn't mince words. She respected the hell out of him for that.
'No.' She shook her head and laughed softly as she took her leg off his shoulder,'That surprise still comes later.' She pursed her lips as she sat down on his lap,'That was just a spur of the moment thing.' She caressed his smooth face with the back of her hand,'You look so handsome clean shaven. You're handsome all the time, but you look younger.'
'As opposed to looking old and gray, hmm?' The smirk on his face let her know he was kidding,'I know. That's what Tommy said too.'
'It's gonna feel…different when you…' Her cheeks reddened as she shrugged,'You know.'
'Go down on you?' He wrapped his arms around her,'Eat you out? You can say those things with me, baby. I ain't gonna judge ya. I like hearing ya tell me how much you want me. Makes me feel good.'
She nuzzled her forehead against his, whispering,'Take me to bed, Joel. Make me your wife.'
His heart sped up at that. He got up from the chair, keeping her secure in his arms. She was sometimes taken aback by his strength. Mentally and physically. He's dealing with so much yet continues to pursue happiness for himself.
He carried her bridal style out of the barn and up the trail to their house. He walked her up to the porch and over the threshold.
He kicked their front door closed and smiled down at her,'Welcome home, Mrs. Miller.'
She smiled through her tears as she held his face in her and kissed him hungrily. She felt a sort of possessiveness in that moment. They were bound to each other forever.
He moaned into her mouth as he carried her up the stairs as fast as he could. He pulled his lips from hers and laughed, shaking his head,'You're gonna make us fall to our deaths, woman.'
She laughed as she kissed his cheek,'What a way to go though, huh?'
He smirked at her smart mouth as he walked down the hallway and into their bedroom. He didn't close the door behind them. No one would be interrupting them tonight. They could be as loud and as free as they wanted to be.
He gently set her down on her feet at the edge of the bed. He was about to pull her against him when she placed her hand on his chest and slowly shook her head,'I have a surprise first.'
His eyes followed her as she made him turn his back. He bit his bottom lip and turned around with his back facing her. He heard things being unzipped and material being shifted around. He smiled to himself and felt his cock getting bigger at the thought of her getting undressed.
She cleared her throat and whispered,'You can look now.'
He turned around and it felt as if he were sucker punched. He recognized the panties being the ones she wore in the barn, but the teddy looked different. It was sheer lace. He could see the dark skin of her nipples. They were pert and he could see them perfectly through the thin material. The teddy went down to her hips. He peeked over her shoulder and whined when he saw her bare cheeks.
Where did she get this? Betsy probably made it for her. The little sneak married them knowing full well what she made Becca for tonight. He swore to himself to build Betsy a pool or something to show his gratitude.
He shook his head in disbelief as he took a few steps closer to her. The scar in between her breasts did nothing to mar her beauty. She was his fierce wife. He slowly walked around her, his eyes raking over her appreciatively. She could hear his ragged breath.
Becca closed her eyes and sighed softly. She hasn't worn lingerie since she was a young girl. She was embarrassed to ask Betsy to make this at first, but the woman was welcoming. She said a lot of women requested lingerie. Even husbands requested them as gifts for their wives.
He stood in front of her as he stroked the side of her hair,'You're the sexiest fuckin woman I've ever seen.' He licked his dry lips,'In or outta these clothes.' His other hand slid down her side, skimming along the curve of her breast,'You drive me fuckin crazy.'
Her eyes widened at the ferocious tone in his voice. She lowered her eyes and watched as he undid his belt and pants. She couldn't help but lick her lips as he pulled them down and slid them down his legs, shucking them off.
He went to undo his shirt, but she pushed his hands away-wanting to do it herself. He watched as her slightly shaky hands unbuttoned his shirt. She kept her eyes focused on his face with a determined look in her eye. She wanted to do this.
She needed to do this.
He ran his hand through her hair and sighed softly, whispering,'I love you so much, my beautiful wife.'
Her eyes widened at his declaration. She blinked away tears as she undid the last button,'I love you too, my husband.' She leaned up and kissed his lips as she slid his dress shirt off him, letting it join his pants on the floor.
He stood only in his boxers and black socks, which he quickly took off too. She was still in her lingerie, but he wanted her that way. He wanted to unwrap her slowly as if she were a gift.
He took her hand and walked over to the bed. He sat down on the edge on and kept her standing in between his legs.
He slid his hand in between her legs and slowly pried them apart, listening to her hitched breath,'You ever rode a man's face before, darlin?'
She swore her entire body blushed at that moment. The heated look in his eyes, his pupils blown black. His gaze looked almost predatory.
'No.' She shook her head,'Anyone ever do that for you before?'
'Doesn't matter.' He shook his head,'I'm asking if you've ever done it.' He slid his hands up her thighs as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of panties,'You wanna ride your husband's face tonight, honey girl? I shaved just for that in mind.'
She closed her eyes at his admission. She knew he was sober, but the sexiness and flirting were too much for a soul to take. No man's ever talked to her like this before. She was experiencing a sexual awakening with him.'
She tucked her hair behind her ears and nodded slowly as he slid her panties down her legs slowly. She stepped out of them and he kissed a back up her legs, making her shiver. He hooked his arms underneath her legs and gently toppled her over him.
She sat up on his chest and he hissed as he felt her wet pussy on his bare stomach. His abdominal muscles clenched, making her moan softly as it vibrated onto her pussy.
She was so wet and he could feel the heat of her. His cock was rock hard and making a major tent in his boxers. Her ass was so close to it. He wondered how she would feel about that.
A lot of women didn't like it. Esther certainly didn't. Tess enjoyed it though. He didn't know how to broach the subject and left it alone. Hopefully she would let him know.
He gripped her thighs and gently squeezed them whispering,'You sure, darlin? Last time I'm gonna ask. Then, I'm gonna have my tongue so deep inside your pussy you'll feel it for days.' She gasped at the huskiness in his voice as it trembled with desire.
'Yes.' She nodded as she rubbed her pussy over his stomach, seeing his jaw go slack with pleasure.'Please.'
It was all he needed to hear. He gently gripped her hips and slid her up his body. The material of her teddy covered his face, but it would be buried in her pussy anyway.
He slowly eased her onto his mouth. He opened his mouth wide as he slid his tongue deep inside her pussy. She let out a loud gasp at the new and foreign sensation.
She gripped the headboard as she took a deep breath, firmly pressing her pussy against his mouth as he fucked her with his tongue.
She clenched her eyes shut as tears filled them. This felt so good. Her inner thighs pressed against his temples, his hair tickling her skin. She rode his tongue slowly as his hands slid up to her chest. He groped and squeezed her tits over her teddy. She cried out when he tweaked her sensitive nipples.
She was going buckwild on top of him. His entire face was covered in her juices, his nose and mouth buried in her cunt as he lapped greedily from her. Heaven. He could die and go to heaven a happy man.
She was whimpering his name. His hands slid under her ass cheeks, moving her against his tongue. He pressed his nose against her clit, his tongue curling deep inside her.
Joel was so turned around. His boxers were sticky and wet from his precum. His cock was big, hard and throbbing. He arched his hips up and humped at the air to get sone relief, but it only made it worse.
She grounded her pussy against his tongue. Her eyes widened as she felt two large fingers slide easily inside her. She didn't expect that. His spread her pussy lips apart as his tongue rolled around her clit.
Her eyes rolled in pleasure as her head fell back. Her thighs clenched his temples tightly as she writhed on top of him. He held her hips steady as his tongue sucked hard on her clit.
She screamed as she came. The welcoming sound echoing throughout the otherwise quiet house. Her juices gushed out of her and into his mouth. He felt some dribbling down his chin and almost came right then and there. She always got so wet for him.
He licked her clean as he slowly slid his fingers out of her. He sucked them into his mouth. He didn't want to waste a drop. He slowly slid her off his body as she slumped against her chest to gather her bearings.
He sat up with her in his arms and hooked his fingers into the straps of her teddy,'You're overdressed.'
He helped her slide it off her body, placing it delicately on the nightstand. His eyes looked over her bare tits. His hands skimmed over them, seeing her nipples hard from his touches.
He ghosted his fingertips down the length of her scar and leaned forward to nuzzle his face in between her tits. She ran her hands through his hair as she sat down on his crotch.
She bit her bottom lip as she felt the front of his boxers soaked through. He was still hard though. He either had great stamina or it was just precum. He seemed as turned on as her.
He let out a strangled moan as she grinded into his lap,'Don't. I wanna come inside you.'
He looked into her eyes as began to pull down his boxers. He quickly pulled them down his legs and kicked them off onto the floor. He pulled her onto his lap and they both sighed at the contact. Bare skin to bare skin. Warmth. Comfort. Acceptance. Scars and all.
His cock was jutting against his stomach, laying heavily between them. She looked over his face and took a deep breath to gather her courage,'Can…can I be on top this time?'
His eyes widened and he moaned as more precum leaked out of his tip,'Fuck yes. Oh God yeah.' His eyes searched hers,'You sure you want that, baby?'
She glared at him warningly. He knew better and shut up. He was a lucky man.
He sat back against the pillows and spread his legs out. He gripped the base of his cock as she situated above him. Her pussy was inches away from the head of his cock.
He licked his palm, coating it with saliva. He slid it over her sensitive pussy, which was still throbbing from her intense orgasm. He rubbed the head of his cock up and down her slit. He bit his lip. She was so wet.
Becca took a deep breath and gripped his cock. He folded his hands behind his head, giving her full control over him. He watched as she bit her bottom lip, a look of concentration on her face.
She slid the head of his cock between her pussy lips. She slowly slid herself down on him. She gasped and held onto his shoulders, her nails digging into his skin. She quickly slid herself down onto him, feeling his balls laying against her ass as he bottomed out inside her.
It didn't hurt like she thought it would. She was so wet and relaxed from her orgasm. He always made sure to take care of her first. She felt full. Complete.
His eyes rolled back in his head when he felt her tight pussy stretching around his thick cock. He felt her deeper in this angle. She stayed still on top of him for a moment as she got accustomed to this new position. Her nails were breaking his skin, but it felt good-knowing she trusted him enough to let go like this.
She experimentally rocked forward and he let out a choked sound. She did it again, but firmer this time. His hands were flexing into the flesh of her hips. She heard the hitch in his breath as he bit his tongue. He was struggling with someone.
'Show me.' She whispered raggedly as his hands balled into fists at her waist. She whimpered as she felt him throbbing inside her cunt, the warmth of his precum leaking out of him. This is the most erotic moment of her life.
She rocked against him as she cupped the back of his neck,'Show me what you like, Joel..'
His eyes widened in realization and he nodded silently. His hands gripped her waist with a sudden assuredness. All he needed was her permission. When would he learn that he would never had to ask?
He rested his forehead against hers as he moved her up and down onto his cock. His slid her all the way out of her body before he slammed her back onto his cock as he arched up into her.
She stuttered out his name as she mimicked his motions. She slid herself up and down his body. His mouth was sucking greedily on her tits as he alternated back and forth in between each one. Her tits would be covered in saliva and love bites when he were finished.
He leaned back against the headboard and gripped her tits, letting her take back the reigns. She bounced herself onto his cock, his eyes widening as he looked over her face.
He folded his hands behind his head as he watched her ride him. Her hands were braced against his chest. Her tits bouncing heavily as the old bed creaked loudly underneath them. He couldn't resist touching her tits, squeezing like tight like she felt around his cock.
His arched his hips up into her, making her almost bounce off him with the force of it. She clamped him tightly with her pussy, making his head fall back against the pillow.
He arched his hips up again as she rolled her hips against his. He stared dazedly up at the ceiling, whispering,'Attagirl. Ride your husband just like that.'
His hands gripped her ass cheeks and he spread them apart as he fucked up into her. He saw her rubbing her clit and it was the sexiest thing he's ever seen.
She started riding him fast as her face contorted in pleasure. He took his hands off her ass and sat up, pulling her closer to him. She wrapped her legs around his waist as she rode his cock slowly.
He slid his hand in between their connected bodies and rubbed her clit with his thumb,'I'm gonna come so hard in your pussy, baby. Gonna feel me for days.'
She whimpered at his words and kissed him sloppily, whispering,'Come inside me. Wanna feel it.'
She ground herself hard on top of him, moaning as his thumb rubbed her clit. He arched up into her a few more times before his hips started stuttering. He let out a strangled cry as he came. His come spurting deep inside her.
He could feel her pussy fluttering around him as she came with him. He felt the warmth of her juices coating the insides of their thighs. Her moans as she whimpered his name. His name.
His wife.
She slumped against his chest as he wrapped his arms around her. Their sweat slicked bodies stuck together as he rested his head on her shoulder. He nuzzled into her shoulder, breathing in the scent of sex and her.
He closed his eyes and sighed softly, whispering admittedly,'You give me the best sex I've ever had.'
She giggled softly at his admittance. She was happy from the afterglow. Today was a happy and special day.
His eyes met hers as he kept himself deeply embedded inside her,'I mean it. It ain't just your body. That's just a bonus.' He shook his head and sighed,'It's everything. Everything feels better with you.'
Her eyes widened at the sheer honesty in his tone. There wasn't any hesitation if this man was the right one for her. He made her feel good. Mind, body and soul.
She sat up and he slowly leaned back to pull out of her with a wince. She climbed off him and went to the bathroom to clean herself up. She assumed he would come follow her, but he didn't. He stayed in the bedroom.
She walked back into their bedroom and smiled as she saw him standing by the record player. He was still as naked as the day he was born. She loved the fact that he felt this comfortable around her. Bare without any means of defense. He trusted her. That meant more to her than any diamond or marriage ever could.
She didn't cover herself either. If he wasn't going to get dressed than she wasn't either. She walked over to him and wrapped her arm around his waist,'What ya doing?'
He kissed the top of her head as he put the needle on the record,'I forgot I didn't give you a first dance.' He frowned,'That's not one tradition I refuse to break.'
She laughed and shook her head,'God forbid.'
He smirked as he turned around in her arms and placed them around his waist. He wrapped his arms around her tightly as they swayed along to the music. There wasn't any deliberate or intricate steps. Just two people, bare to bare and soul to soul.
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For the first time in a very long time, Becca woke up before him. She lifted her head up from his chest and smiled as she looked up at him. He was sleeping soundly, the blankets around his waist. His legs were tangled with hers and it would be impossible to get out of bed without waking him.
She propped her chin up on his chest, taking the opportunity to study him up close. She very rarely gets the opportunity. His features were lack in sleep. The lack of facial hair made him look when younger. It felt nice to have his mouth on her without feeling the scruff of his facial hair. She could just feel his mouth on her.
Her cheeks burned when she thought about the night before. She's never rode a man's face before. Then again, she's never ridden their cock before either. She was curious to know what other positions they could try.
'Take a picture it'll last longer.' His eyes were still closed, but he had a smirk on his face.
She laughed and kissed his chest,'If I had a camera, I would. I used to love taking photos.'
She would too. She would have pictures of the three of them all over the house. In every single room.
He gentle shook her as he kissed the top of her head. He made a mental note to himself to ask around for some kind of camera. Maybe a Polaroid managed to survive the apocalypse. Shit, Boggle made the cut.
Joel sighed as he opened his eyes to look down at her,'What time is it?'
She squinted her eyes at the clock on the wall,'Six thirty in the morning.'
He huffed as he pulled her closer to him,'Farm gotta get fed.'
'Tommy's already got it taken care of.' She smirked.'Wedding gift to us.'
His eyes widened as he shook his head in disbelief, 'So I gotta do nothing…all day? Not a damn thing?'
'No.' She bit her bottom lip to suppress her grin,'You don't gotta do nothing but me.'
He snickered at that and playfully rolled on top of her. He tickled her sides, making her giggle. He kissed her mouth as she laughed. He thought to himself this is how it should be all the time. Not letting other people's bullshit get in the way or finding ways to hurt each other. Just being in love. So happy and in love.
He swept her bangs out of her eyes as he looked over her face. He swallowed the lump in his throat, whispering,'We got hitched, darlin. You're my wife. You're my fuckin wife.'
He said the last words with so much conviction it brought tears to her eyes. She held his face in her hands and smiled softly, whispering back,'I know. I was there.'
He laughed and shook his head,'You're such a smart ass.' He grinned,'I love it though.' His face became serious as he cleared his throat,'I've been coming inside ya. We…ain't been using anything.'
'I know.' She took a deep breath, broaching the topic lightly,'Are you okay with that?'
He nodded without any hesitation and kissed her forehead,'I woulda done it if I wasn't.'
'I'm not even sure if I can.' She sighed, whispering admittedly,'Me and Ben tried, but it never worked out. He didn't get tested yet. I was waiting on the test results before the…'
'It don't matter.' He placed his hand over her flat stomach and shook his head,'If you can or can't. You're still my wife.' He rubbed his growing erection against her thigh,'I'm gonna still keep coming inside ya cause it feels so fucking good.'
She went to move her legs, but winced slightly as the sore muscles in her lower back pulled. She's over exerted a lot of unused muscles these past couple days.
He frowned as he leaned back to search her face,'You alright, baby?'
She nodded and gave him a small smile,'I'm a little sore.' She covered her face with her hands and shrugged sheepishly,'It's been a long time. I ain't ever…'
He took her hands off her face and kissed both of her palms,'From here on out, we're always honest with each other. Always. We'll never work if we're not honest with each other.'
'Agreed.' She nodded as her stomach grumbled,'Honestly, I'm starving. I was too nervous to eat the last couple days.'
'Me too.' He sighed in relief,'I thought you'd never ask.'
She laughed as he rolled off her to climb off the bed. He grabbed her hand and helped her off the bed. As they began to change, he couldn't help but think about how utterly mundane yet comforting this moment is.
He was a husband. Just an ordinary man getting ready to have breakfast with his beautiful new bride. He looked over at her as she pulled on her nightgown and robe. This was his wife. She chose him. She took a chance on a broken down man and helped him become new again.
He always used to wonder why he survived and Sarah hadn't. He used to blame himself for being too weak and selfish. He's slowly begun to understand that life isn't measured on things that could've been, but the chances you take a long the way.
Joel was meant to survive for Ellie and Becca. For they could survive without him-he knew. He was meant to have a purpose. They were his purpose. Here, on this farm and in this town. He was meant to marry this beautiful girl.
They were downstairs and raided the fridge. Sharon had been sensible enough to store away the leftovers from the wedding dinner. They ate the pastries first and laid them out on the kitchen table like a feast.
Joel made a pot of coffee as they sat down at the breakfast nook by the window. She slid her chair close to his so she was practically sitting on his lap. His arms were draped over her bare leg as he idly rubbed her calf.
He could get used to this every morning. Putting his clothes on with her scent still on his skin. Waking up wrapped around her without anything between them. He saw the gold band gleaming on his finger and he was suddenly reminded this is his forever. It wasn't a figment of his imagination anymore.
She was chewing on a piece of muffin as he tucked her hair behind her ear,'Are you happy?'
She was taken aback by his question. She frowned and shook her head confusingly,'I'm very happy? Am I not supposed to be?'
He sighed and shook his head,'I didn't mean it like that. I mean, you don't regret marrying me right? No day after jitters?'
She put her muffin down on her plate and slid fully onto his lap,'What's wrong, bub?' He laughed as she wrapped her arm around his shoulders and gently shook him,'Lay it on me.'
He slid his hand between her legs, but it wasn't sexual. He wanted the warmth only she provided,'Sometimes I'm afraid to be happy because I think something bad is gonna happen. My therapist said it's apart of my…trauma. PTSD.'
She nodded as she cupped his chin and forced him to look at her.'Be as happy as you wanna be, Joel. I'll be happy right along with you.' She held his face in her hands and shook her head.'It's okay to doubt things. Doubt me. Just know that I married you. I'm Rebecca Miller. Your wife. I take the role very seriously. Just as long as you do the same.'
His eyes widened and he nodded,'I do. I sure fuckin do, baby girl. I ain't ever gonna run around. Only pussy I want is yours.'
She raised her eyebrows and sighed exasperatingly,'Sweet, but crude. I get the gist though.' She shook her head,'I'm not talking about other women though. I meant talking about what scares us the most.'
He sighed as she ran her hand through his hair, leaning into her touch,'Sometimes I think you're a figment of my imagination. Ya look so good. I wish there were pictures of the way you looked at our wedding.' He blinked away tears and shook his head,'I ain't ever seen anything more beautiful. You looked so happy to be marrying me.'
'Cause I am, baby.' She rested her forehead against his,'I'm so happy to be married to you. I can't wait to spend forever with you on our new ranch.' She smiled softly,'I can't wait to tell everyone at the hospital I'm married.'
His heart sank to his stomach and he dreaded the prolonged conversation. Tommy told him to tell her before the wedding, but he always put it off. It just was never the right time. She was his wife. She deserved to know.
He leaned back against the chair and placed his hands on her arms,'Please promise me that if I tell you something you won't get mad or try and leave me?' He closed his eyes and took a deep breath,'Please don't leave me.'
'Just tell me and let me make up my mind.' The words came out harsher than she intended, but damn him. He was being evasive and she didn't like it.
Joel sighed and gently gripped her arms,'It's best no one else other than the people at the wedding should know…about us.'
She tried not to let the hurt show on her face. She was disappointed to say the least. Maybe it was naive of her to think things would change after the wedding.
He sighed and cradled her neck as his thumbs stroked her jawline.'The danger is still the same.' He frowned,'You don't think I want all of Jackson to fuckin know you're my wife?'
She closed her eyes and shrugged,'This is all new to me, I guess.' She felt slightly embarrassed and angry,'I don't understand why it matters? We still live together. It's obvious we're together. Now we just made it official. How long is it gonna be kept a secret, Joel?'
He crossed his arms over his chest as she sat furious in his lap. Her cheeks and nose were flushed red, her blue eyes darkened with anger. Her hair was curly and wild from bed and his hands.
Fuck, she turned him on.
What were they talking about again?
Becca looked up at him and frowned,'Are you even listening to me?'
He narrowed his eyes and shrugged,'Yeah, you're angry because ya think I'm hiding ya like Rapunzel or some shit.' She rolled her eyes at that and crossed her arms over her chest,'You're sexy when you're mad.'
She rubbed her ass long his crotch over his jogging pants. He wasn't wearing any underwear. Neither was she.
'You don't listen.' She settled back into his lap once again,'I understand why. I love you I do. I won't let you control my life.'
He huffed and she felt his hot breath against her neck,'Baby.' He snorted as he kissed the back of her neck,'I know damn well ain't no one tellin ya what to do.'
She wrapped her arms around his neck as he slid his hands to her waist,'We'll do things your way for now.' She nodded,'But in this house. We're the Millers. All three of us. Husband and wife.'
He leaned forward and flicked his fondue against her lips. She stuck out her tongue to meet his and his hands immediately went to her ass. She was riling him up again. He wouldn't be opposed to being inside her tight little body again, but only if she wasn't sore. He remembered how she was upstairs. He didn't want to force her. He wouldn't dare ask her either. This was her choice.
She cupped the back of his neck as she pressed her lips against his, needing more contact. His mouth immediately plundered hers. Their tongues tangled together as they kissed sloppily. They were desperate for each other again. All it took was a touch or a look and they were devouring each other. They were making up for lost time. They've both been touch starved for so long.
She cupped him over his jogging pants as she hummed softly. He was already hard again. He had a hell of a stamina as a man of his age too. He was a man of surprises. A hell of a lover too. Then again, she always knew he would be.
She took off her robe and threw it onto the floor. His hands were immediately tugging on the straps of her nightgown. His hands were shaking with desire for her. He's never needed a woman this badly before. Not after he's already had her. It would never be enough. Forever wouldn't be enough.
She slid her hands into the waistband of his jogging pants, feeling his abdominal muscles clench against her fingers. She tugged on them and he raised his hips up just enough to tug then down to his knees. He shimmied out of them and hurriedly kicked them off.
Her eyes widened as he picked her up easily. He gripped her thighs and wrapped them around his waist. He smirked at the surprised look on her face,'Someone's insatiable.'
She feigned a look of surprise as she kissed all over his smooth face,'I can't help it. Have you seen yourself in the mirror?'
He grinned at that. She did wonders for a an old man's ego. She pumped his heart and lit a fire in him again.
He walked them into the living room and sat back on the couch, keeping her secured in his lap. He didn't want her to go anywhere.
She grinned at him and lifted her nightgown over her head, throwing it over her shoulder. His eyes looked over her chest as his hands skimmed over her nipples.
'Beautiful.' He shook his head in disbelief,'You're so fuckin beautiful, Becca. You're my wife.'
She smiled tearfully as she saw she tears falling from his eyes, but these were happy tears.
His lips met hers and all hell broke loose. He gently turned them around with her laying on her back. She opened her legs for him and he crawled in between them.
She felt his erection pressing into her stomach. Her eyelids fluttered shut as she felt his heavy balls slide against her sensitive pussy. Both of them gasped at the sensation. She could feel her cheeks burning red even now. This is the most salacious thing she's ever done.
It didn't feel sinful. This was her husband. They were sharing their love for each other and expressing it in their more basic form.
Touch.
Joel gritted his teeth and shuddered as she raked her nails down his back,'Gotta be inside ya, honey.'
His voice was whispered, pleading and desperate. She never thought she would hear those things from him. He was rutting against her, his precum sticking to the inside of her thigh.
He slid his hand over her cunt to test her wetness. She was soaked. He looked over her face. Her eyes were half lidded with lust. His beautiful wife.
'Yes.' She whispered pleadingly as she writhed underneath him,'Need it.'
He pushed the head of his cock inside her. He slowly slid inside her, taking his time to relish in the feel of her. They weren't going anywhere.
He pushed inside her inch by inch. He threw his head back, his eyes rolling in pleasure,'So good. Pussy's so good.'
Becca reveled in his words. For a man of a few words. He was certainly vocal during sex. She loved how he trusted to let himself go with her.
She tightly wrapped her legs asking his waist, her heels he for digging into his ass. He slid in a bit more and he moaned as he bottomed out inside her.
Her hands gripped his biceps as he rested his forehead against hers. He stayed still for a few moments. Just as he did every time they made love. He would take a couple moments to relish the feeling of being inside her. It made her feel cherished.
She became impatient after a few moments and arched her hips up, silently begging for him to move. He chuckled softly as his hips snapped against hers, making her gasp. He couldn't wait until she was healed enough for him to press her knees against her chest as he pounded into her. He would be so deep inside her. Balls deep like he is now.
He would take her however he could have though. She was alive and fucking thriving.
He leaned back on his haunches as she laid flat on her back. He gripped her hips and pushed her back against him. His eyes roved over her lean body, the curvatures of her lean muscles and underlying strength. He was fascinated by her body.
He found her skinny and malnourished. He watched her flourish into a bright, alive and beautiful human being. It was an honor to meet the woman she is now.
He placed his hand on her lower back and slowly lifted her to sit up. His eyes widened as she began to slowly slide up and down his cock, remembering just the way he liked it.
He licked his lips. She paid attention to him. She was probably the one woman who ever did.
He slid his underneath her long hair and cupped the back of her neck. He grabbed a fistful of her hair as he kissed her desperately as they moved against each other on the couch.
The slapping of their sweat slicked skin and labored breaths and ragged moans filled the otherwise quiet house. The sounds reverberated off the walls. The memories of this early morning etched deep into the walls.
He clenched his eyes tightly and whimpered against her mouth, whispering,'Fuck…' His jaw slacked as her pussy tightened around him,'Shit, I'm gonna come.'
His hands gripped her hips tightly as he pushed her back against him. Her clit was stimulated by way his hips grinded against hers. He didn't even have to use his hands this time. She was discovering the joys of being with an experienced and mature lover.
His eyes widened as he felt her hand slid in between them to cup his balls. His eyes trailed the length of her body as it stretched out. The curves of her tits and dip of her hips. Perfection.
She tugged on his balls and his mind was swept blank. She was bouncing gently on his cock, his beautiful wife moaning his name and he thought that this is what heaven must feel like.
He held her face in his hands and stopped his thrusts. He wanted his beautiful girl to ride him to completion. Just as he thought about in his dreams.
She ground her pussy on his cock, making him moan raggedly against her lips.'Attagirl. Ride your husband just like that.'
She tangled her hands in his hair as she bounced hard and fast in his lap. He buried his face in between her tits, his moans and cries of pleasure muffled by her skin. She could feel tears against her skin. Was he crying from the sheer pleasure of it?
Becca's face contorted in pleasure as she came. Her pussy fluttered around him and his cock fell out of her from the sheer force of it. She was wound too tight for him to get back in. He gripped the base of his cock and rubbed the head of it against her clit hard and fast.
He spit down into her pussy for lubrication as he continued to rub the head of his dick against her clit. His other hand tugged on her nipples. He watched as her body writhed as she came. Her body stretching out like a bow.
Her pussy visibly pulsed as it glistened with her orgasm. He bent over her and kissed her deeply, whispering,'That's the sexiest thing I've ever fuckin seen.'
She smiled against his lips,'Baby, you ain't seen nothing yet.'
She looked down at his leaking and throbbing cock. It was obviously uncomfortable for him.
She chewed on her bottom lip nervously as she slowly turned around with her back facing him. She spread her legs wider for him, whispering,'I like what we did in the barn. I…touched myself thinking about it.'
Joel was already positioning behind her as he groaned at her words, 'Oh Jesus Christ.'
He made a mental note to himself to also add that to the list of things he wanted to experience with her. He wanted to watch her pleasure herself. He thought about that a lot.
He slid the head of his cock between her folds and slid easily inside her. She was so wet, hot and tight from her orgasm. He bit his bottom lip and clutched at her hips. He angled his hips even lower, getting deeper inside her.
She looked back at him. His hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead. His face focused in concentration as he chewed on his bottom lip. He was moaning raggedly. She wondered if he was this vocal with other lovers.
He clenched his eyes shut as tears fell down his cheeks. This felt too good. Unreal. Nothing this good ever happens to him.
'Baby.' He gritted his teeth as his hips jerked against hers. He rested his head against her back. He tightly wrapped his arms around her waist as he thrusted himself deep inside her, 'Oh my baby.' He let out a choked gasp as his hips stilled.
She hissed in pleasure as his seed hit deep within her womb. She wondered if a baby would be made of this. Would Joel run for the hills? Would he step up and be a man for his family? Only time would tell. She didn't know if they would ever be ready for it. Why wait?
He pressed kisses up and down her back as he slowly eased out of her with a wince. He saw his cum sliding down her inner thigh and felt a snug satisfaction. He fucked her good. She rocked his world. They fit together like odds and ends of one another.
He fell back onto the couch and pulled her into his lap with her back pressed up against his chest. He wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on top of her head.
He closed his eyes and sighed wistfully, whispering,'I'm in love with you.' He frowned,'I know I told ya l love ya.' She smiled at that. His southern accent became more pronounced when he was nervous.'I ain't told no one that in a very very long time.' He kissed the back of her head,'And I that told ya this before, but I didn't mean it like shoulda back then.' He sighed and shook his head,'What I'm trying to say is…I fall in love with ya more and more every day. Thank you for choosing me.'
'It wasn't difficult.' She rested her head on his chest as her eyes fluttered sleepily,'You act all big and bad, but you're a softie on the inside.'
He chuckled as he tightened his arms around her,'Ain't no one ever called me a softie.' He seemed appalled at the mere suggestion,'Only thing soft is my dick. I haven't fucked this much since high school.'
'I'm a late bloomer.' She smirked,'Best to keep up, old man.'
He nodded and smiled wryly,'That's the problem.'
She frowned as she looked over his face.
She cocked her head to the side skeptically,'You're still hung up on that whole age thing?' Her eyes widened as she motioned towards the couch,'Did you forget what you just did? You've been fucking new senseless since we've been married.'
'A day.' He smirked,'We've been married a day and we had our first fight.'
Her eyes widened in realization and she nodded,'First makeup too.'
She laid on top of him, letting the cool air hit their heated and sweaty bodies.
He stroked the back of her hair as she rested her head on his chest. They closed their eyes, feeling exhaustion deep in their bones. They felt satiated. They had full bellies. Each other. Shelter. Each other.
They were unaware of the danger that lurked beyond, yet so close. Eager to tear it all apart. Slowly but surely it'll all fall apart.
She will watch it burn.