Page 20 of Until Lilly


  “We’re married,” she says with a smile.

  “We are,” I agree. After our short ceremony, we have a few pictures taken of us and the kids. We’re almost done when Jax yells, “Flex!” at the top of his lungs and takes off running. “Yo, my man!” I yell when I see my buddy Flex walking in holding his wife’s hand, their kids walking near them until they see Jax, then they take off, ready to play.

  “Who is that?” Lilly asks. I’m not surprised that she looks nervous. Flex is a scary looking dude. He’s not very tall at 5’8 but he is built like a bulldog, with tattoos and chocolate-colored skin—the total opposite of his very blonde, beach-bunny-looking wife.

  “Flex, he is one of my best friends. We went to school together.” I grab her hand and start heading towards the front of the chapel when Lilly trips and I have a nanosecond to catch her before her head hits the pew. “Even on our wedding day,” I joke, helping to get her feet underneath her. Making sure she’s steady, I give her another kiss.

  “I can’t help it; I have two left feet,” she replies, trying to catch her breath.

  “You are the clumsiest person I have ever met.”

  “So you’ve said,” she mumbles.

  “It’s the truth, and it’s even documented.”

  “My mom and her big fat mouth,” she grumbles, looking adorable. Lilly’s mom told me that Lilly would get hurt so much when she was little that CPS were called in to review her case. They didn’t believe that it was the case of a clumsy child until she fell down, splitting her forehead open in the office of the caseworker. She still has a tiny scar to prove it.

  “You have to admit it’s pretty funny,” I tell her.

  “Maybe a little.” She smiles. I stop when Ashlyn grabs my hand, and I pick her up and walk the few steps separating Flex and me.

  “You really did it?” he asks, pulling me in for a hug. I pat his shoulder and lean back.

  “Flex, Christy, this is my daughter, Ashlyn, and my beautiful wife Lilly. You both already know my little hellion, Jax.”

  “Jax, my man,” he says, giving Jax a fist bump before he runs off to the other kids. Then Flex reaches over, touching Ashlyn’s hair. “You look like your old man, pretty girl.”

  “No, I’m a girl; I look like my mommy.” She scrunches up her face, looking all kinds of cute.

  “Is that so?” Flex laughs.

  “Yes.” Ashlyn smiles, then looks over at Jax talking to the other kids. “Can I go play with them?” she whispers to me. I nod, setting her down, and she runs right over to Jax’s side. Flex and Christy’s kids are beautiful, all caramel skin, curly golden hair, and big hazel eyes.

  “Nice to meet you both,” Lilly says, putting her hand out in Flex’s direction, then she squeaks when he pulls her in for a hug, rocking her back-and-forth.

  “Don’t mind him, girl. He may look scary, but as you can see, he’s a big teddy bear,” Christy says, giving Lilly a hug. “Congratulations. You’ve got a good man,” she tells Lilly, making her nod.

  “Yeah, I kinda lucked out.”

  “Man, you should have told us to come earlier so we could watch,” Flex says.

  “Nah, I just wanted it to be us and the kids. But you guys should fly out for our reception in a few months,” Cash tells him, slapping his shoulder.

  “That would be good. I haven’t seen your brothers in a while.”

  “So you’re only in town for the night, and the whole time you’re here, you’re gonna be locked up in your room at the hotel? You don’t even want to come to the house and watch a game with me?”

  “Did you not hear the part where I just got married to this beautiful woman?” I ask him. He looks at Lilly and smiles.

  “Gotcha.” He pulls Christy into his side, kissing her temple. “So you still want to meet up in the morning for us to drop off the kids and have brunch?” I feel Lilly tense at my side, so I soothed my hand over the smooth skin of her arm.

  “Jax has known Flex, Christy, and their kids his whole life, and they are going to watch the kids overnight for us.”

  “Ashlyn?”

  “She will be fine,” Christy tells her. Lilly looks over to where Ashlyn is playing with the other kids. “If she isn’t okay, we will call and bring her back to you,” Christy says, and I realize I never even thought about the fact that Lilly has only been away from Ashlyn once, when my mom kept the kids for us. After we talk a few more minutes, we head over to the hotel to get some clothes for the kids. Ashlyn has taken right to Christy and the kids, making Lilly feel better about leaving her with them. Twenty minutes after we get to the hotel, I finally kick everyone out of the room, ready to start our honeymoon. I know one day we will have a real one, but I’m not sure when that will be, so I’m going to enjoy the fuck out of this night while we’re here, and I’m going to make damn sure Lilly never forgets her wedding night.

  I close the distance between us, loving the way she looks in her dress. She is so effortlessly beautiful. “Want to play a game?” I ask her, smiling when her eyes flare.

  “What kind of game?” She bites her lip, and her breathing has sped up.

  “Naked Hotel.”

  “Hmm…I don’t know. Last time we played Naked House Day, you almost killed me.”

  “Death by cock.” I chuckle, but my smile dies when I notice how hard her nipples are through the thin silky material of her dress. My hands slide up the curve of her waist, then up, cupping her breasts. Her head falls back and she moans. I pull my hands away and take a seat, spreading my legs wide. I rub my jaw. Part of me wants to rip the dress from her body, but the other part of me wants to watch her as she undresses slowly.

  “What’s wrong?” Her eyes dart around the room before coming back to me.

  “I want you to undress for me,” I tell her, palming my cock through the too-thick material of my tux. I want inside of her so badly I can feel my balls drawing up tight.

  “Undress for you?” she repeats, looking around the room again.

  “Look at me, baby.” Her eyes meet mine, and this time, they are dark with lust. “Pull down the top of the dress and let me see your tits.” She looks unsure, but her hands go to her top at the same time I start unbuttoning my dress shirt. Once I have my shirt unbuttoned, I sit back. “Pull down the top of your dress.” She looks down at my lap, then back up, her hands running up her sides, over her breasts, before pulling down the top. Her breasts are firm and high, and her nipples dark pink and pebbled tight. I unbuckle my pants and pull down my zipper before pulling my cock free. Lilly’s eyes flash and she licks her lips. “Tug them, baby. Touch yourself how you like me to touch you.” She does, her back arching, eyes closing, and I palm myself, running my hand up and down the length in steady strokes. “Pull that dress the rest of the way off.” My voice is rougher.

  I watch as she shimmies the dress down, showing off inch after beautiful inch of skin. Once free of the dress and standing in only a sheer thong and heels, her hands cup her breasts. “Don’t hide from me; give me what I want. Pull on those pretty little nipples for me.” Her fingers pull at her nipples as her eyes watch what my hand is doing. She crosses her legs. I know she’s wet; I can see her arousal. “Come here.” I spread my legs wider so she has room to stand between them. She starts to kneel, but I stop her with a hand on her hip. “No, I want you to turn around and bend over.” Her breath begins coming out in short pants. She searches my face before turning around. Her beautiful ass is toned and round, giving her body an hourglass shape. Her body curves over, the fullness of her pussy peeking out from between her legs, showing through the sheerness of the thin material covering her. Running my hands up the outside of her thighs, I feel her shiver under my palms. Once I have her hips in my hands, I pull her back to me, covering her with my mouth.

  “Oh,” she moans. I suck deep over the material before sliding it to the side and licking her again, this time harder. Her legs begin to shake, and placing my thumbs on the outer edges of her pussy, I spread her open wider, laving
her with my tongue, loving the way she tastes. I start working two fingers in and out of her, feeling her begin to clamp down around my fingers. She whines as I pull my mouth away.

  “Easy, baby. I need inside you.” I sit forward, tugging my pants over my hips before ripping her thong from her body. Without warning, I lean forward, pulling her down onto my lap. I run the head of my cock over her opening and her hips start to grind against me. I lift my hips, sinking inside her slowly until I’m balls-deep.

  “Cash,” she whimpers. I hold her in place, enjoying the feeling of being wrapped tight inside her.

  “I got you, baby.” My hands roam her body before one captures a breast, the other zeroing in on her clit. I pull on her nipple at the same time I roll her clit between my fingers. I pull her back against me, rocking my hips in tandem with hers. I know she’s close when I feel her heat start to strangle me. “That’s it, baby. Come for me.” I bite into her shoulder, pushing her over the edge. She calls out my name, her pussy contracting around me before her body falls limp against me. I hold her close, enjoying the feeling. My cock is throbbing; I need to come, but I want to see her face when I lose it inside her. I pick her up off my cock, sliding free. “I need you to stand up, baby.” She does, her legs unstable, so I make sure to hold onto her hips. Once she’s good, I pull off my clothes and pick her up, heading to the bedroom. I lay her on the bed, and looking around, I see that the hotel did as I asked. The bed is covered in rose petals—that may be overkill, but there is also a bottle of champagne and chocolate covered strawberries. I look at Lilly and her face is flushed, her eyes dark with lust. I climb onto the bed with her, dragging her higher up the bed with me. Leaning forward, I suck one nipple into my mouth, then the other.

  “I need you in me,” she cries, her body writhing beneath me. Her leg wraps around my hip, and her fingers run through my hair. My gaze travels up her body from my marks on her breasts to her beautiful face.

  “I love you, Lil,” I say, sliding into her. Her eyes stay locked on mine, my mouth lowering to hers.

  “I love you too,” she says against my lips. I slide deeper, her nails going to my ass and I know what she wants. I sit up on my knees, wrapping her legs around my thighs, my arms going straight into the bed so I can pound into her harder.

  “I wanted to give you sweet,” I grunt, leaning forward and pulling a nipple into my mouth, sucking hard before biting down.

  “I don’t want sweet!” she cries, her nails digging into my skin. My balls pull up and I thrust harder, each time grinding my pelvis against hers. Her body starts to pull me deeper. I feel the tingle in my spine and my balls draw up tight. I close my mouth over hers, sucking her tongue into my mouth at the same time she tightens and cries out. I lose myself inside her. My weight sinks down on top of her, my body molding to hers and I thrust more gently. My hands go to the sides of her face, I pull her hair away, and I lean forward to kiss her forehead, nose, and then her mouth.

  “How you feeling?” I ask, whispering against her mouth, enjoying the feeling of having her under me, and still buried inside of her.

  “I can’t believe we’re really married.” She smiles, one which lights up her whole face. The smile that made me fall in love with her. The smile that she gives my kids, and the smile that I will be blessed with looking at for the rest of my life.

  “Believe it, baby. You’re my wife.” I smile back.

  “And you’re my husband,” she says, running her fingers down my jaw.

  “I am,” I slide out of her, “and as your husband, I’m going to give you a bath and order some food, that way you have enough energy to make it through Naked Hotel Day.” She giggles, rolling away. I stand at the side of the bed and start laughing when I notice that she is covered with rose petals.

  “What’s so funny?” she asks. I pull her out of the bed, sliding a petal off her nipple. “Oh.” She looks down at the bed, then between the two of us before cracking up. I don’t have time to think before she runs off. I don’t know what she’s doing until she grabs her phone and I hear the sound of the camera clicking.

  “What are you doing?”

  “I want a picture of you covered in rose petals. I figure if I ever need to get my way, I can use this to blackmail you.” She laughs as I lunge after her, and when I catch her, I toss her over my shoulder, slapping her ass one time before heading towards the bathroom.

  “You’re gonna pay for that,” I tell her.

  “What are you gonna do, spank me?” she asks, and I can hear the need in her voice.

  “No, you like that too much. I say you’re going to get punishment-by-cock.” I bite the inside of my cheek to keep from smiling. Her eyes narrow, then widen as I slide her down my body before turning, pressing her into the wall. “Are you ready for your punishment?” I press my hips into hers.

  “Yes,” she moans as I fill her, giving her the first part of her punishment, then again in the bathroom on the floor, then pressed against the glass windows where we decided to get married this morning, overlooking the little white chapel, and then in bed, where I fall asleep with my wife in my arms.

  *~*~*

  “I can’t believe you!” Jules yells, running out of her apartment. I knew it was coming, I just didn’t know when. I shake my head and roll up the window of the truck. I didn’t want Jax to hear this conversation. We have been home for a week from our trip to Alaska and layover in Vegas, and today was the first time Jules has called and asked to see Jax. I hate taking him to her, but I can’t deny him his own mother. I never want him to look at me and see the person who kept him from her.

  “Hey, dude.” He’s looking out the window at his mom when I call his name. His eyes meet mine in the mirror. “I need to talk to your mom for a second, so stay buckled in.” He nods, his eyes going back to Jules. I know he is conflicted about her. Shit, I’m conflicted about her. I fucking hate her guts, but there is nothing I can do because she is the mother of my son, so I’m forced to get along with her. I get out of the truck, shutting the door. I hold up my hand, holding her off until I can get her to the back of the truck. “Don’t start your shit and let my son hear,” I growl.

  “Don’t start my shit?” She puts her hands on her hips and I know she is itching to fight. She is always ready to fight. “You got married, and you don’t want me to start my shit?” she asks, glaring.

  “Me getting married has absolutely nothing to do with you,” I tell her firmly. Marrying Lilly was the smartest thing I have ever done, for myself and my kids.

  “My son lives with you.”

  “He does,” I nod in agreement, “because that’s where the courts put him.”

  “I think he should come live with me.” My fists clench. I have never hit a woman in my life, and never would, but there have been times that I could see myself strangling her for how fucking selfish she is.

  “You see him maybe every couple of weeks, only when the mood strikes you, and you want him to move in with you? He doesn’t even know you. He can’t even be left alone with you without crying and freaking out.”

  “That’s your fault! You have always babied him.”

  “He is a fucking baby.” I pull off my ball cap, running my hand through my hair. “I don’t have time for this shit today,” I growl, my eyes meeting hers.

  “Oh, I’m sure you need to get back to the wife. Good to know she is more important than your son.”

  “First of all, unlike you, I don’t place people in my life on different levels of importance. Lilly, Jax, and Ashlyn have all of me, one not more than the other.”

  “Lucky them, I never got shit from you,” she says with a hurt look, but I have been down this road with her a million times.

  “You’re right. You never had my heart, but you had me. I was there; you were just so caught up in yourself and what you could get that you didn’t give a fuck about me or your son, so don’t try to feed me some sob-story bullshit.”

  “You’re such a fucking dick.”

  “D
o you want to take Jax to the park, or are you gonna hang out with him here?” I’m done with her drama. We will never see eye-to-eye on any of this.

  “I don’t have time to take him to the park. I have to be somewhere.” She doesn’t even look disappointed about missing out on time with her son.

  “Why the fuck did you ask me to bring him if you don’t have time to visit?”

  “I thought I would have time, but I got a call right before you got here, and now I don’t have time.”

  “Whatever.” I shake my head in disgust. I knew coming here was going to be a waste of time. I keep giving her chance after chance, hoping and praying that she will change for Jax, or at lease show some interest, but she never does. It’s always the same bullshit. “Do you at least want to say goodbye to him?”

  “Um, sure.” She shrugs her shoulders like it’s all the same to her. Then she walks over to the back door of my truck, opening it up. I walk to the front of the truck, opening the door and climbing inside. I listen as Jules tells Jax that she will see him another time. He sits there quietly, not responding. She doesn’t touch him like a normal mother would touch her child after a long period of not seeing them. She doesn’t even talk gently to him like a mother would; her whole demeanor is exactly like it is when she talks to me or one of her friends. “All right, talk to you both soon,” Jules says as she closes the door of the truck. I wonder if she even notices that Jax didn’t say one word to her the whole time.

  “You okay, little dude?” I look over my shoulder to talk to him; his tiny jaw is clenched, and I know that he is trying not to cry. He nods his head, and then looks out the window again.