The moment I jump out of my truck, Jerry steps out of his house, a 45 tucked in his belt.

I inhale deeply. This is the true test of our friendship.

I stop a few meters away from the steps leading up to the front porch of his house. Jerry remains standing on the porch, looking down at me with a stoic expression on his face.

At least he hasn’t started shooting at me yet. Running for cover is the last thing I need after driving almost non-stop for close to six hours.

I waste no words. “I ask your forgiveness again. I betrayed your trust. There is no excuse for that, Jerry.”

He stares at me.

“But I’ll ask your forgiveness too when I say I don’t regret loving her. I love her, Jerry. She’s it for me. The one.”

He remains silent.

“I sent you a letter. I hope you’ve read it. I’ve told you everything I needed to tell you there. I’m here for her. Kill me if you must. If that’s what it takes to make you see, then so be it. You’re her father. That’s your right. But she’s the love of my life, and this is my right.”

The wind blows gently, making a soft whistling sound. My heart is pounding in my chest, preparing for the worst, but praying Jerry proves to be my true brother now more than ever.

He doesn’t disappoint.

As always.

“You will marry her.”

I almost drop on my knees in relief. Tears burn at the back of my eyes.

“I would have already but you took her before I could,” I say, my voice cracking from the surge of my emotion.

He goes silent again.

“I will take good care of her, Jerry. You know I’ll protect her with my own life.”

“College.”

I nod. “She will finish a degree of her choice, I swear. I’ll support her all the way. I only want to make her happy.”

He steps down and walks slowly toward me until only two feet separate us.

He looks me squarely in the eye.

“Promise me one thing, Ry. Swear it on Bethany.”

“Anything.”

“You will not touch her again until you’ve made an honest woman out of my daughter.”

I swallow. Almost two weeks without Rizzy have been pure hell. But this is an honor demanded by a father. An honor I must give. I nod. “I swear.”

“Don’t show your mug to me again until you’ve married her.”

“I’ll marry her today.”

He stares at me harder before turning around without a word. He enters the house again.

A few seconds later, Rizzy comes out, racing down the steps and jumping into my arms.

I hug her tight, my entire being starving for her. I breathe her fragrance deep into my lungs as though it’s sustenance denied me for so long. God, I’ve missed her. “Baby…”

“Ry, I missed you so much.”

I frame her face in my hands, wanting to devour her pink lips, but I kiss her forehead instead. I know Jerry is watching, waiting for me to honor my word.

“Go get your important IDs baby.”

“Why?”

I bend on one knee in front of her and fish out something from my jeans’ back pocket.

I flip the small box open.

She gasps, her beautiful eyes going wide.

“Larizza Parker, you’re the love of my life. Will you give me the honor of becoming my wife?”

She just stares at me, tears pooling in her eyes.

“I’m waiting, Kitkat.”

“It’s the first time you’ve said it.”

I wish now that I’ve said it sooner and often. I believe I’ve shown her how much I love her through my actions, but I haven’t realized how much my words mean to her.

And so I say it again. “I love you, Kitkat. Make me the happiest man. Marry me.”

“Oh Ry, yes. Yes!”

“Give me you hand.”

She gives me her left hand. I slip the diamond ring onto her fourth finger.

She makes a mewing sound of happiness.

I badly want to hear those sounds when she’s about to come.

But word of honor first.

“I promise we’ll have another wedding, baby. The one you’ll plan and will be attended by our loved ones. Your father will give you away to me at the altar, but I just can’t let this day pass without making you mine in every sense.”

“Oh Ry, it’s all right. I’ll marry you any way I can.”

I’m relieved she wants this as much as I do. I hold her hand and we enter the courthouse.

Thank God there’s no waiting period to get married in this county. We fill out the forms and file them. We wait for almost an hour and we have it. We go straight to the judge.

In under two hours, we are husband and wife.

We drive away from the courthouse.

At this point, my cock is fully demanding for attention.

I choose the nearest 5-star hotel within the city. Nothing but the best for my baby. Still, driving 6 miles going there is a torture. I’ve been driving since dawn today and I can’t wait to get off my truck and get off in her.

I curse under my breath when we stop at a traffic light. Busy day in downtown Phoenix. Seconds tick by as my pent-up longing threatens to overwhelm me. “Have you been thinking of me?” I ask my new wife.

“Yes.”

“How often?”

“A lot. Every day. Every hour.”

“How did you feel while thinking of me?”

“Hot…and…”

“Wet?”

“Yes.”

“Are you wet now, baby?”

“Yes.”

“Show me.”

She glances at me. “Now?”

“Yes. Touch your pussy and show me how wet you are for me.”

She only hesitates a few seconds before she raises the hem of her skirt and pushes her hand inside her panties.

“Let me taste. I’ve missed your cream.”

“ Ry…”

“Let me taste,” I command her.

She pulls out her hand from inside her panties and puts it near my lips. I see her digits glistening with her juices. The scent of her arousal invades my nostrils, sending my libido into madness. I grip the steering wheel tighter.

I lick her fingers, sucking on them. My cock is busting a hole in my fly now. It’s been almost two weeks since I last touched her and it was pure torture. I didn’t understand the meaning of blue balls until I’d experienced it myself. I didn’t want to jack off but wasn’t able to contain my agony and succumbed to it twice. But no more. I wasn’t wasting my cum on the sheets or on Kleenex anymore. My cum had no other place but deep inside her tight pussy.

“Fuck, you smell so good, baby. You taste so good. I’m gonna eat your pussy soon. Would you like that?” I tease her with my words, knowing it gets her wetter.

“Y-yes…” she breathes out, her voice shaking.

The light turns green and I struggle to navigate my truck without crashing into something in my impatience to get us to the damn hotel.

She touches my thigh.

I tense. “I’m barely holding it in, baby. Touch me more and I’ll come in my pants. I don’t want that. I want to come inside you.“ I say, my eyes fixed on the road.

She makes a deep intake of breath. “I feel the same.”

We don’t talk anymore as I drive. Hell, talking makes me ache all the more. I’m one big hard on from head to toe.

At last, for seems like an eternity we reach the hotel. The bellboy drives away with my truck. We rush to the reception.

“Bridal suite,” I say to the lady there.

She smiles at us. “Congratulations, it’s vacant today. How many nights?”

“I glance at Rizzy. She shrugs. “We’ll have two and decide later if we want to stay longer.”

“Excellent.”

We wait for the lady to finish typing in her damn computer. I’m squeezing Rizzy’s hand in impatience.

Finally she hands us the card keys. “Free breakfast and a special dinner tonight on the house.”

A minute later we are in the elevator zooming up to the top floor.

I finally lose the battle with my cravings and grab my new wife. “Come here, baby.”

I kiss her lips like I’ve been wanting to kiss her since I got here. She opens up for me, welcoming my questing tongue. Her taste explodes in my mouth and I groan, my hunger for her almost overwhelming.

I hug her tight, burying my face in her neck, sighing deeply, grateful that I can have her again. My heart is kicking at my rib cage, in sync with the furious throbbing of my cock.

I push my erection against her. She grinds her belly back at me. I’m about to have a fucking honeymoon in the fucking elevator.

Thankfully it dings on our floor.

I lift her in my arms and carry her to our suite.