Dee

I dip the last butterfly in silver glitter and stick it to the cake, one I actually love for once since butterflies are my jam, and stand back with a tired sigh, checking my watch and wincing when I see it’s just gone midnight.

I’m exhausted but exuberant because this is my first official wedding cake and I just kicked its purple and silver ass to hell and back.

I sigh, arching my back to relieve the ache that’s set in and take the time to enjoy my accomplishment before boxing it and storing it in the cold-room.

Officially done and very relieved that I pulled it off, or else Jack would hunt me down like a dog, I pull the apron off and turn only to scream like a banshee and toss the rolling pin I was about to wipe down.

It hits Ky in the chest, and he grunts, grabbing his ribs with a groan.

“Jesus.”

“Oh God, I am so sorry. Are you okay? Lemme see. Oh no, I think that’s gonna bruise. We need ice. We need–”

He shuts up my rambling with a deep kiss that makes me want to swoon, and I kiss him back, my heart settling when I realize he isn’t pushing me away.

Ky groans when my hand goes to his fly and squeezes my ass to lift me and settle me on the flour-strewn countertop. I don’t know how it happens, but one minute I’m kissing him and just thanking my stars he’s into it and the next I’m naked, and he’s licking between my legs, making me scream and writhe against the stainless steel at my back.

It feels so good I come in under a minute, exploding in a wet rush when he sucks on my clit and uses his thumb to tease my entrance. He licks me until I come down from my high, so sensitive it only makes me want more and then pulls me to the edge where his cock is at just the right height.

I scream in relief when he pushes in, slowly, forcefully, his teeth gritted as he goes all the way inside me and only stops once he’s reaching my depths.

I love this. I love the way he looks almost wild when he’s with me, as if I make him crazy and complete all at once. Ky starts thrusting, taking me with a feral savagery that has me gasping and tightening fast, the orgasm snapping me up without warning.

My whole body tenses and shudders, my sex convulsing and tightening around him, giving off another wet rush that he seems to like because when he feels it, he throws his head back, tightens his hold on my ass and lets go, slamming into me through his climax.

When he’s done and I can think again, he pulls out and rezips his jeans before helping me down gently and redressing me. I expect talking and cuddling, but all he does is gently kiss me on the lips.

“You know I love you and I am really happy about the baby.”

“Ky–”

“If you want that again, ever again, you make your choice, Dee, and you make it right. If it’s wrong, I won’t come back.”

He turns and walks away, leaving me standing in the empty bakery, with everything I love walking away with him.

 

*****

 

I hit the floor running when my eyes pop open and fling myself at the toilet, puking so hard this time I do fart, and you know what, I don’t even care.

This sucks balls I think, groaning and swiping the drool from my mouth once the sickness is over and rolling to the floor where the tile feels like my best friend and the toilet is close at hand.

Cord strolls in, not bothering to knock and leans down to pick me up in his arms, his brotherly concern making my lips tremble when he lays me back on the bed in his guestroom and magically produces a package of saltines and a glass of flat coke, the only thing I have found that seems to settle my stomach.

“You okay, Deedee?” he asks, settling on the bed beside me while Jack walks in, flops down beside me in her bra and panties and gives me a sympathetic look.

“I feel like a truck rolled over me, backed up again and took another go,” I mumble around a mouthful of saltines and coke, my gag reflex rearing up before it tastes the offering and settles down.

“Cord, you better hope your spawn does not make me sick like this, or I’ll kill your ass. You know I hate being sick.”

He rolls his eyes and grins, making me giggle when he looks down at his crotch and gives it a stern talking to.

“You only give Jack the good seed, ya hear,” he says, mocking her gently when she pouts.

“Thanks for letting me stay over. I could not face Kim in her sickbed, and I thought of going to your old place but Bay’s next door, and she’s super judgie lately.”

Jack snorts and pats my head, letting me know she understands and I lay back, just waiting for my head to stop spinning while they sit with me and mockingly commiserate.

I told them all about Ky and his dick move last night, expecting at least a smidge of sympathy. All I got was “use the guestroom” before Cord picked her up and took her to bed.

I had to sleep with earplugs just to drown out “oh yes, do that, mama likes it.” Almost all night! I don’t know how these two function if they fuck more than they sleep, and I am very positive that with the way they’re going she’s going to fall pregnant with a litter. At least.

Buuuut, I feel okay because you know what, all that sleeplessness gave me time to think and I so get it. I get it now. I have to love Ky just as he is if I want him.

I can’t change him, hell, I don’t want to. The problem is all me and my jealousy because, and here’s the kicker, I am insecure. Yeah, people. I said it.

I will deny it to my dying breath if anyone ever breathes a word of this to my family, but there you have it. I am in love with a man who is hot and funny and perfect, and part of me is still the nerd who doesn’t believe he could want her.

It sucks. It’s pathetic and I hate it, but somewhere around dawn I finally just admitted it to myself and stopped blaming it all on Ky. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I will hurt him for the stunt he pulled last night because I needed comfort and love, and all he gave me was sex–which made me feel awful because I get that he did it to show me what he feels.

I get it! But I also now know that I can’t pin it all on him and expect him to change. I like him as he is. It’s me who needs work. So I spent about two hours telling myself exactly why I’m awesome and lovable and why I never have to worry about Ky cheating on me or leaving me.

I’m hot.

I’m funny and smart.

I bake really well, and the man has orgasms when I make him cupcakes.

I am a nympho, just like him and he likes my sex and my adventurous side in bed.

I am a catch.

Yeah, I said it, and I don’t care if people think I’m a vain bitch. I do rock, and he’d be lucky to have me. Just as I am lucky to have him. Let’s be real, the man is drained by the time I’ve ridden him dry, so it’s not like he has the energy to get it up for some other troll who makes eyes at him just because he’s nice.

Most of all. I trust him. I finally realized it when it occurred to me that he never once put pressure on me after hearing about that baby. He could have. I know him. He’d have been over there like a shot demanding I ring him and take his name.

But he didn’t. Because like he said last night, it’s my choice.

So I have made it, and all I have to do now is figure out a way to make him think I caved when in reality it’s him doing all the work. Hmmm. That may require a lot of thought.

“Come on sleepy head. I put clothes out for you since you didn’t bring anything and I even gave you some of the unused lingerie Cord bought me for my honeymoon. Don’t worry I really didn’t wear it since Superdick over here hardly let me leave the bed. Get dressed. I need you to come to the church with me to talk to preacher Ashton.”

I grimace and roll out of bed, laughing when Cord grins at her Superdick comment and shoo them out. Twenty minutes later I’m dressed in a cream off the shoulder tea style dress with the ugliest purple shoes I ever saw.

I totally love them!

Jack makes breakfast, just bacon since that’s all she considers worthy of breakfast and I give Cord a peck on the cheek before we leave. The drive isn’t long since Cord lives near the church, so I don’t really speak, but to needle Jack about how she screamed all night and begged during sex.

“You shut your mouth. I heard Ky telling Cord that you’re a nympho, and your junk is like a wet well of honey. That is so disgusting,” she snarls, chuckling when I blush and shrug prosaically.

My sex is like a wet well of honey, and Ky likes it. That’s all that matters to me.

“At least I don’t call myself mama while I’m screwing,” I jeer as she pulls up to the church.

“Oh, screw you! Cord likes me to be aggressive. He says it’s sexy,” she says smugly as we walk up the steps.

I’m hardly paying a scrap of attention because she’s blushing, her embarrassment belying her air of bravado.

“Yeah, I kinda got that at five this morning when he yelled and told you to suck his balls. Aggressive my ass,” I mock, smirking only to hear a chorus of gasps.

I whip around, flushing bright red when I see a church full of people, their mouths hanging agape as they stare at me, and a giggling Jack. Yeah, she doesn’t even care that I just announced her sexual preferences to a whole room of–

Wait a minute!

My eyes narrow when I spot Luanne, her bright red hair swept up in a beehive that must have taken a whole can of spray to keep in place, and uncle Jimbo wearing his smart shirt with his dungarees and oiled hair.

That’s when I realize the place is packed with my family, the Hollis clan, and daddy, who sidles up beside me.

“Hello, lamb,” he croons, grabbing my arm to tuck against his side when my eyes go wide, and I almost give in to my natural instinct to bolt. “Now, now, none of that, lamb. What would poor Ky think if his pregnant bride bolted for the door?”

“But–”

The doors slams shut behind me and I turn, wide-eyed to see mama grinning and holding a key, her eyes throwing a warning at me that makes me turn away and gulp.

“Daddy–”

“The man loves you, Dee, you love him and between the two of you you’ve created a tiny little life who needs love and family. Don’t let your fears hold you from what matters, lass. Now come along then. Your mama really did bring her shotgun this time. What’s say we do this wedding,” he trills, chuckling when I let him lead me down the aisle, my mouth still gaping as I finally look forward to see Ky standing there waiting, his mouth tipped into a smug grin that I could just wipe right off if not for the bubble of pure joy that bursts over me.

Holy moly. I think I’m getting married, I muse, half-heartedly kissing daddy when he hands me off to my groom.

I don’t hear shit when he takes my hand, leans down and kisses me gently, his eyes laughing when I narrow mine and promise retribution.

“Dearly beloved…”

I hear parts of what the preacher says, firmly and silently disregarding the obey part while locking eyes with Ky. He chuckles, speeding Ashton through that part and then patiently waits when the preacher asks those fourteen life-changing words.

“Do you, Deidra Brady, take Ky Lesley Hollis to be your lawful wedded husband?”

I gulp, my whole body going hot and cold at the same time when mama yells.

“She does! Deidra Jade Brady!”

“I do,” I laugh, sucking on my lips to hold back a sob when he smiles so big it lights him up.

“Do you, Ky Lesley Hollis, take Deidra Jade Brady to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

That sonofabitch.

Ky laughs, yelling his agreement while grabbing me and holding me back when I go for the dead man. He very quickly pronounces it, tells Ky to kiss me and leaves while everyone cheers and Ky pulls me in for a kiss that only slightly makes me forget I’m gonna murder a man of the cloth.

I kiss him back, very happy and still stunned that I just got shotgunned so sneakily I can’t even be mad. Choice my ass.

“I love you, Mrs. Hollis.”

“I love you, too.”

“That’s good because I really need to tell your Aunt Luanne she looks pretty. Jimbo’s been making fun of her hair since they got here.”

I giggle because he’ll have to compliment her since I plan to support Jimbo all day and tell him to knock himself out.

As he walks over to Luanne, I glance at Kim who’s glaring at Sully and feel my own wicked smile come forth.

It’s your turn bitch.