Chapter Four

 

Beau

“Mrs. McCrae. I don’t think I’m gonna call you by anything else from now until forever,” I say against her ear, as we sway softly to “I Cross My Heart” by George Strait. All the guests have gone; it’s just us and our families lingering.

“I think I might like that,” Addy says, pulling back to gaze up at me. Her eyes shine in all the twinkling lights strung around the barn.

“You’re gorgeous.” That’s putting it mildly, but there aren’t words to describe how beautiful she is.

“So you’ve said. Several times, actually.”

“You better get used to it, Sugar. I’ll never get tired of telling you. Plus, I like to be thorough.” My lips land on her smiling mouth, my hand a little further south on her ass than I probably should dare, with her daddy in the room.

“I think I could get used to that,” she replies, looping her arms around my neck.

“Do ya now?”

“Mmm hmm.”

“Let’s get out of here.”

Addy looks around the big, nearly empty, room. “Can we?”

“Hell yes, we can.” Not wanting to give her the chance to change her mind, I take her hand in mine and pull her behind me as I weave my way through the tables, to where our parents are sitting and talking. Knowing that if I give them the chance, they’ll keep us here longer, so I make it short and sweet. “We’re gonna get out of here. Ya’ll stay as long as you want. Thank you for being here today.”

My dad stands, along with Addy’s, and we exchange handshakes and back pats before I bend to press a kiss, first to my mama’s cheek and then Addy’s mama’s. Reluctantly, I step aside so that they can all say their goodbyes to Addy, which takes much more time than my farewells did.

Pressing into her back, I whisper in her ear, “You about done?” The elbow nudge she gives me just makes me smile.

Finally, I’m able to pull her away and load her into my streamer and tin can-decorated truck, and drive out to our house on the property.

“Don’t you even think about getting out,” I warn as I open my door.

Addy grins and gives me a jaunty little salute. Smartass. Opening her door and hauling her into my arms, I pick my way over the gravel drive and up the steps to our house. With my wife in my arms, I carefully turn the knob so that I can walk her over the threshold.

“That may have been one of the most romantic things you’ve ever done for me,” Addy says, before placing a wet kiss on my neck exposed by the open collar of my dress shirt.

“Oh yeah? Tell me that when we’re flying to Tahiti tomorrow evening,” I say smugly.

“What?” she all but squeaks. “I thought we weren’t going on a honeymoon because of the album?”

It’s true. We weren’t supposed to go until later on in the year when I finished up my next release. But I’d been so inspired lately—guess she has that effect on me—that I was able to write the other songs I needed to complete the album, and get them recorded while I was away.

“Got it done and booked us a trip before I even left the sound booth.”

“Oh my God! How did you keep such a secret? That’s amazing!” Addy, not expecting an answer, throws her arms around my neck, nearly strangling me. Walking us over to the couch, I sit down, with her in my lap. There’s a bottle of champagne with a basket of fruit and various cheeses on the coffee table that someone must have set up for us. I’m glad they did. I never did get any champagne at the wedding, and I was too busy mooning over my bride to eat.

“Let’s celebrate then.”

“Celebrate going on a honeymoon?” She giggles.

“Hell yes. Do you know how much sex we’re going to have? That in itself is cause for celebration, woman,” I tell her, only half-joking.

Addy rolls her eyes, laughing at me, then gets serious, cupping my face and bringing me closer to her. “I didn’t get to thank you properly before. Your letter and gift were so sweet.”

“You’re welcome. I was glad that you wore it. I didn’t expect you too.”

With a grin, she admits, “Neither did my mama.”

“Did you tell her how serious I am about my watermelon?” I tease, stealing a quick kiss from her.

“No I most certainly did not!” Addy clears her throat, then looks at me. “So, I wanted to wait until we were alone to give you your gift,” she says quietly, her eyes roaming over my face.

“That right?”

She nods.

“You about done?”

Addy grins. ‘You about done’ encompasses so much with me, and she knows it. “I am,” she says coyly.

“Well, let’s celebrate that too.”

I reach for the bottle, just about to maneuver her to the cushion so I can open it, when she says, “Only if that’s sparkling cider.”

One beat. Then two. Then my heart takes off in a gallop. Is she saying what I think she’s saying? Slowly, I bring my gaze to hers, looking for validation, and I find it in her tears.

“A baby?” My voice cracks, raw with emotion.

Addy nods again, the tears chasing each other down her cheeks. “A baby.”

“Hot damn! A baby!” I shout, squeezing her to me so tight she lets out a little yelp. “Oh shit! I’m sorry! Did I hurt you? The baby?”

“We’re fine. Just squeezed the air outta me, is all.” Addy laughs softly. “You’re gonna be a daddy, Beau. You think I find you sexy now? Just wait!” she teases.

“That right? The daddy thing does it for you?”

“When the daddy looks like you, it sure does.”

“Mmmm, I like the sound of that. I think right now though, I’d like the sound of you screaming my name, Mrs. McCrae.”

“I think that can be arranged,” she says, as she bunches up the long lace skirt of her dress and straddles my waist.

“You remember what I told you when I saw you in this dress? Outside the church?” I ask, tracing my fingers along her collarbones and dipping into her cleavage.

“That you were going to fuck me while I wore this dress.” Her eyes glaze over and her breathing is already growing choppy.

“Damn right, I did.” My hands make their way down her back to grip her ass.

Her voice is breathy with her need. “Did you mean it?”

“Damn right, I did,” I answer again.

“Then do it,” Addy demands.

“Yes ma’am.” My voice is husky, hands drifting up her thighs and disappearing under all that lace to find what I’m always so hungry for. Sliding my thumb over her silk and lace-covered pussy, I drag her panties to the side, watching as her mouth parts in pleasure and her eyes flutter closed. Two fingers slide through the wetness before plunging into the warmth of her body. Her moans radiate through me from where our bodies touch.

Eager to watch her fall apart, I continue stroking against her, twisting my wrist and crooking my fingers. Over and over, until she comes, coating my fingers and palm with her orgasm. Her eyes open as I slowly drag my hand from her. With a light tap on her ass, I motion for her to lift off me. When she does, I make quick work of my belt and zipper, shoving my pants down just far enough for my cock to be free. Without hesitation, she guides me into her, seating herself fully before taking a moment to adjust to my intrusion. When she begins to rock against me, I murmur in approval.

“I want you to fuck me, Addy Mae McCrae, and when you’re done using me up, I’ll fuck you until we both see stars.”

She loves it when I talk dirty to her, even though she’s usually too far gone in the moment to reply. I don’t mind. It just makes those times, when she does let something so filthy slip out it’s almost too much for me to handle, that much better. “That’s right, Sugar. Give me that pussy.”

I groan as she picks up her pace, just to slow again. Knowing she must be close, I close my hands on her waist and rock into her with one hard thrust.

Pretty eyes the color of melted gold find mine. “Make me come while I wear my wedding dress, Beau,” Addy demands, fingernails biting into my skin through my dress shirt.

The need to brand her burns up my spine. It’s savage in its intensity, causing me to growl low in my throat. With my cock still buried deep inside her, I stand and stalk into our room, Addy bouncing against me with every step I take, causing my balls to tighten dangerously.

“You can’t fuck a man while he’s walking and not expect him to come, Sugar,” I grit out, trying to hold onto the last thread of control I have left. My pants somehow manage to stay on long enough for me to make it to the bed. Reluctantly, I pull out of her, just long enough to strip out of my clothes. The whole time, Addy has her hands wandering over every inch of my body, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. Taking one of those wandering hands in mine, I guide her onto the bed.

“I want you on your knees,” I rasp against her ear, letting my teeth graze the delicate skin. Helping her into place, I climb onto the bed behind her, admiring the view of her arched spine through the cutout in her dress; the cutout that lets me know she’s not wearing a bra.

“You’re so fucking gorgeous,” I tell her, as I push the long skirt up and up and up, until finally, the globes of her ass are in view, the white lace of her G-string a pretty contrast against the tanned skin.

“Please, Beau. I need you inside me,” she begs, as she rocks against me. Knowing that I’m not going to last much longer, and neither is she, I hook my fingers into the lace of her panties and pull until the delicate material gives. I’m met with a rush of wetness from Addy.

“Did you like that?” I murmur, smiling. She answers by grinding back against me. There was a reason I wanted her right here like this, though. My eyes fixed on the mirror, I slide the straps of her dress further down her shoulders and watch as first, one of her tits springs free and then the other. With one hand on her hip, letting her tease us with her rocking, I tangle my other in her hair, knocking bobby pins and sprigs of baby’s breath carelessly away. A gentle tug and Addy Mae’s eyes snap to mine in the mirror, widening when she figures out why I’ve moved us here.

“I want you to watch me fuck you, Addy Mae. I’m going to brand you with my cock, just like I did with my vows.”

Using her bunched dress as leverage, I slam into her, delighted by the way her tits sway with every thrust, the watermelon charm dangling between the mounds, and how her eyes never close as she watches us. Whimpered moans of pleasure fill the room, mine and hers mingling, as I let go of her hair to pluck at her nipples.

Thrust after thrust, my movements become more frantic, my eyes more desperate to watch our every move in the mirror hanging above the dresser. I know she’s close when I see her eyes start to close.

“Keep them open or I’ll stop,” I growl, knowing damn well I’m too far gone for that. The warning works though, and with her eyes locked with mine, my hands full of her, and my cock buried deep, we both come in long, delicious waves. It seems to go on forever and yet, neither of us look away.

Absolutely spent and utterly sated, we collapse on the bed, turning on our sides so I can cradle her against me, my hand splayed against her belly.

Moments later, our breathing finally evened out, Addy brings my hands to her lips and places a kiss on the guitar-roughened palm. “Why, Beau McCrae, I do believe you just took my ass to church,” she murmurs, laughter in her voice.

“That wasn’t your ass, Sugar, but don’t worry. There’s time for that still tonight.”

Addy swats my hand playfully and sighs in content. “I already love being your wife. I can’t wait to be the mother of your children too.” Her words are said with such wonder and truth, I have to swallow back the emotions I can feel rising to the surface.

“You’ve given me everything. Things I’ve never dreamed I even wanted. You’ve branded me just like I’ve branded you. There’s no one else I’d want to share this life with.” I’m not even embarrassed by the heartfelt words. I mean every one of them.

“Just let me rest up, and you can show me how much you love me,” Addy says lazily, lightening the mood for me some.

Smiling into her hair, I nudge her with my once again hard cock, and ask “You about done?”