Chapter 65

At noon, Jane is in the room getting ready. Her mom is there helping her get dressed.

“Here, Jane, don’t forget the bridal garter for your thigh,” says Barb, one of Brad’s closest friends. “It’s a good luck symbol to make sure he never strays on you,” she says, opening the small box.

“I’ve never heard that tradition before, Barb,” Jane says, pulling the small garment out. “Besides, I know he would never cheat on me. That’s not his style.”

“Never say never. We can all use safety measures,” Barb says. “Even though you are the cutest ballerina out there, we want to make sure he only has eyes for you.”

“Oh, give me that!” Jane says, pulling it up her thigh. “There, does that make you feel better, Miss Cynical? I do hope one day you find true love, and you realize that not all men are pigs.”

Jane’s mom gets her to suck in as she does up the back of her dress. It is made of fine satin, a white dress with a corset for a bodice. The train is about 12 feet long with delicate pink flowers on it.

They put the veil on her head—a long one, reaching down her back. They fuss over her some more and primp her up before turning her to look in the mirror. Jane looks to see herself.

“Oh my gosh! Wow! I can’t believe how much you guys made me look like a princess. I can’t even recognize myself.”

“It’s because you are a princess, my dear,” whispers her mom. “It’s time you go out there to claim your prince.”

Jane starts welling up.

“No, you don’t, dear. You’ll ruin your makeup.”

Jane can hear the crowd gathering downstairs. The wedding will start in five minutes.

“Oh, Mom. Is this the right thing to do?”

“First of all, Jane, this isn’t the time to ask that. Secondly, yes, this really is. You are in love with each other. That’s all that matters.”

They turn around with the bridal party in front of them. Jane’s mom leaves to go to her seat downstairs.

The live harp music starts playing in the background as the bridesmaids lead the way down the winding staircase. Jane walks behind, feeling jittery and nervous. She takes each careful step down, lifting her gown so she doesn’t trip over it. She sees her dad at the foot of the stairs, looking up at her in tears.

When she meets him there, he reaches out his arm for her to take it. He leans over and whispers to her, “You look absolutely stunning. I’m so proud of you, Jane. I couldn’t have imagined a better life for you.”

Her dad has never said such kind words before. He was usually the quiet one at home, leaving her mom to do all the talking.

“Oh Dad, thank you. You have no idea how much that means to me,” Jane says. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too, Janey,” he says.

They walk down the aisle, through the crowd of 500 people, mostly Brad’s friends. People are taking pictures and videos. She hears gasps in the crowd at how beautiful she looks.

Even though Jane has danced in front of audiences full of strangers, today feels so different. She’s more self-conscious, feeling like she is transforming into a woman she has yet to know.

She sees Brad up ahead, dressed in a white tuxedo with a purple tie and cummerbund. He looks so dignified, handsome, and unbelievably sexy. He takes a breath in when he sees her. It brings out his gorgeous, green eyes.

Jane wishes she could just run up the aisle to be with him, hugging and kissing him right there. Instead, she patiently takes each step forward.

She makes it to the front and holds Brad’s strong hand, warm and tender. He leans over and whispers in her ear, “You are the most beautiful woman in the world, and you’re making me the luckiest man alive.”

Jane blushes, as if they are meeting for the first time.

The minister conducts the service, and gets to the place of offering the rings to each other.

“Will you, Brad, take Jane to be your lawfully wedded wife? To have and to hold, ‘til death do you part?”

“Indeed, I do.” Brad smiles, putting the one-carat diamond on her ring finger.

“And do you, Jane, take Brad to be your lawfully wedded husband? To have and to hold, ‘til death do you part?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” replies Jane, putting the pure gold band on Brad’s finger.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Brad lifts her veil and leans in to kiss her. He holds her close to him and gives her the deepest, longest kiss it seems they’ve ever shared. The crowd cheers and stands up clapping and whistling.

The happy couple runs down the aisle, everyone throwing lilac flower petals at them, and following them out to the reception area outside. They all start the festivities while Brad and Jane slip away to the back guest room.

“Give me a quick peek of what’s under there,” Brad says, pulling her dress up. He lays her down on the bed and pulls her panties down.

“Jane Halliwell, let’s do something really naughty before our honeymoon, okay?”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way,” she repeats.

“Can I fuck you right here and now?”

“I thought you’d never ask.”

Brad unzips his pants and rubs his cock around her pussy, getting her wet and turned on. He pushes himself inside of her, fucking her deep, fast, and hard. He bangs her while she thrusts her cunt against him, both grinding against each other.

They come at the same time… together. He holds himself inside her while she squeezes him with her muscles. Jane lays back, her whole body surrendering completely.

“Oh Brad, never stop fucking me,” Jane says.

“Never,” Brad promises.

They get cleaned up, change into their reception clothes, and head to the party.