A song starts and Cameron smiles, taking my hand in his. “Dance with me, Bloss?”
I stand, and he leads me out onto the dancefloor, taking me into his arms as the iconic melody rings out.
“Wise men say only fools rush in,
But I can’t help falling in love with you.”
I hear the song and break into a beaming grin. “Elvis?” I ask.
“The king for my queen.” He smiles and kisses me softly as we sway to the music.
Suddenly, we’re alone in the room. I can’t see anything or anyone else but him.
“We did it.” I run my fingers down his cheekbone as I study his perfect face. “We actually got married, Cam.”
He spins me around super-fast and we lose our footing, nearly falling over. I laugh out loud. “You’re a terrible dancer.”
He raises a cheeky brow. “You have no idea what you’re talking about, Bloss.” He spins me again.
“Yes, I do.” I now know where the term drunk on love comes from. I feel like I’m going to overdose on love here. I’m on a Cameron Stanton high. “I’m the luckiest girl in the world,” I whisper up at him.
His mischievous eyes hold mine. “That’s true. You are.” He winks. “I will undoubtedly be the best husband of all time.” He twirls me again, and we nearly fall over once more.
I laugh into his chest.
“I’m taking you home, Mrs. Stanton,” he whispers into my ear with that devilish tone in his voice. “I’m ready to start the rest of my life with my wife.” He pauses for a moment. “Hey. That rhymes.” He raises his brows. “See that? Now that I’m married, I’m just making up poems naturally. This stuff is just rolling off my tongue. This is definitely going to raise my romance score. You are one lucky woman.”
I roll my eyes and giggle. “Give me an hour.” I kiss him softly. “I want see everyone before we leave.”
Owen taps Cameron on the leg and Cam lifts him up to dance with us. He spins us around and Owen squeals in delight. “Nearly bedtime, buddy.” Cam smiles as he kisses his head. Owen nods an over-exaggerated nod and rubs his little eyes.
“Where are we staying, anyway?” I ask.
Cameron shrugs. “Some dumpy hotel down the road. I don’t know, I haven’t seen it yet.”
I giggle.
Owen’s face falls as he looks between us. “What about me?” He’s exhausted and fragile. “Can I come to dumpy?” he whispers in his little worried voice.
“Yeah. You, too. We can’t leave you out of dumpy. You’re the dumpy king.” Cam tickles Owen’s ribs, and he chuckles as he tries to wriggle away.
I frown.
Cam shrugs. “I want Owen to be near us on our first night as a real family.” He kisses me quickly. “In another room, don’t worry,” he mouths.
Owen puts his head down on his father’s shoulder in relief.
I smile broadly and kiss him softly. “This is why I love you.”
He leans his head against mine and smiles. “We need to leave soon, Bloss, or you’re going to find Owen and me asleep in the car. This wedding shit is exhausting.”
I laugh. “Okay, half an hour it is.”
An hour and a half later we say our final goodbyes to our circle of friends and climb into the back of the limo. Everyone is laughing and cheering as the driver pulls out, and the car rattles and clangs from the tin cans tied to the back of it.
“Here we go.” I smile as I wave to our guests through the window. The car slowly pulls out of the driveway, up around the corner, and out of view from everyone at the wedding, and then the car stops.
I frown. “What’s he doing?”
Cam shrugs. “I don’t know.”
The door opens, and the driver holds out his hand. “We’ve arrived at your destination, Mr. and Mr. Stanton,” he says.
Huh? I look over to Cameron and he’s smiling like a Cheshire cat. “Cam?” I frown. “What’s going on?”
He kisses me quickly. “Owen and I have got a surprise for you, Bloss.”
My eyes flicker to the house in front of us.
“Get out of the car.” He smiles.
“Oh.” I shuffle across and climb out of the car to get out, and he opens the white gate in the screen.
Oh, my God. My hands fly to my mouth. The front veranda has been refloored and the weatherboards have been freshly painted white. “You painted this?” I gasp.
Cam shakes his head. “We started it, but we ran out of time.” He pulls me to the front door and opens it. I peer in. Everything is sheeted off, but the stairs have been re-timbered.
My eyes widen. “You started the house?” I whisper.
Cameron smiles, and with his sleepy son on his hip he leads me up the stairs by the hand. On our arrival upstairs, I peer down the hall to see a light coming out of the master suite. A large red bow is stuck to the door.
Cameron proudly leads me down the hall and opens the bedroom door.
My mouth falls open and my wide eyes flicker to him in shock. The bedroom is finished… and not just finished, but it’s completely amazing.
“What?” I look around, but I don’t know where to look first.
“Cameron…” I whisper. Tears instantly fill my eyes. I’m surrounded by beautiful cream walls and a plush carpet, and he’s fitted coffee-colored drapes to hang over the windows. I stare up at the light. “A chandelier,” I whisper.
A huge king-size bed with padded headboard sits against the wall, the same colors as the drapes. There are two beautiful wingback chairs and ottomans near the window, too.
“You did this?” I whisper. “You did this for me?”
“Yes.”
My tears flow over and run down my cheeks.
“Oh, there’s more.” Cam smiles as he opens a door. “A beautiful cream marble bathroom, too.”
“Cameron…” I whisper. I look around at the perfect room and frown. “How could you have possibly done this?”
“A lot of bickering between Stan, Murph, and me,” he replies dryly.
I laugh as I imagine the three of them here this week working like slaves.
“You did all this?” I whisper.
He nods. “The builder knocked out one of the adjacent bedrooms to make room for the bathroom and walk-in closet, and then the bathroom and plastering we had done professionally, but we did everything else.” He looks around and smiles proudly. “I wanted our first night together as man and wife to be somewhere special.” His eyes search mine. “Do you like it, baby?”
I kiss his lips tenderly. “Oh, I love it. I love you.” I grab him and squeeze him tight. “Thank you, thank you.”
“Oh, and we did your room a little, Owie. But it’s not finished yet.” He leads us to the closest bedroom and opens it. I smile broadly. The room is plastered, and one lone, single bed sits in the middle.
“We didn’t have time to paint it yet.” He shrugs.
I wrap my arms around his neck and start to kiss him all over his face. “I love you.”
Cameron smiles and kisses my neck. “Bed, big boy.” He smiles to his son.
Owen is half-asleep when Cam lies him down and takes his shoes off before he covers him over. We sit on the bottom of the bed for a moment until he falls asleep fully, and then we tiptoe out.
Cameron carefully closes the bedroom door and clicks the lock. His eyes rise to mine.
My heart somersaults in my chest.
“All I could think about all night is taking this dress off you,” he whispers as he comes to me. His lips take mine; his tongue slowly sweeps between my lips as his hand holds my jaw in place. “Do you know how fucking beautiful you looked today?” He drops his lips to my neck and he bites me hard.
Goosebumps scatter up my arms and I close my eyes in pleasure. “You are so perfect,” he growls.
My eyes flicker to the door. “Is the door locked, Cam?
“Yes.” He nibbles my neck as his hands drop to my behind.
I step back and kneel before him. His eyes flicker with arousal. I begin to unzip his suit pants and I look up at him. “I want to suck my new husband’s cock in my wedding dress,” I whisper as I kiss him through his boxers.
He smiles sexily as his eyes hold mine. “Fuck, yeah.” He brushes the hair back from my forehead tenderly as he watches me.
I pull down his briefs and am gifted with a perfect sight. Pre-ejaculate is beading on the end, and I slowly lick it off.
He inhales sharply.
I take him deep and he closes his eyes. I feel his knees go weak as he puts his hand on the back of the wingback chair to steady himself.
I take him deeper and deeper, my hand following my tongue as I pump him with force.
“Oh, my God,” he moans. “That’s so fucking good.” He tips his head back and pants as I give him a good going-over. He’s put in all this work for me and now I’m going to put all my work in for him.
“Ash…” he pants as his face scrunches tight. “I need a photo.”
“What?” I whisper around his cock.
“I need a photo of you sucking my cock in your wedding dress.”
“You’re a deviant.” I take him deep again. “Get your camera.” I smile.
“Yes,” he whispers. He holds the camera in place and, as I take him deep, I look at him and he takes the shot. He takes another, and then another, and then he drops the camera and watches me in awe. His eyes darken.
“I need to fuck my wife,” he growls in a whisper.
I giggle. “Don’t you mean make love? I think married people make love, Cameron,” I tease.
He shakes his head as he pulls me to my feet and turns me away from him. He slowly slides the zipper down.
“Nope. No making love in this fucking house,” he whispers as his lips dust my neck. He slides my dress down from behind and hisses when he sees my white wedding lingerie: a white bra and corset, with a matching g-string and garter belt. My stockings are thigh-high and white.
His eyes drop down my body and rest on my sex before they travel back up to my face. “If you married me for romance, Mrs. Stanton, I’m afraid you will be sadly disappointed.” He trails his finger down between my breasts and then down to my sex. He rubs me in small circles through my panties, and then he cups my sex aggressively with his whole hand, gripping me tight.
“This body is mine now,” he purrs. He slides my panties to the side and impales me with three fingers.
“Ahh…” I moan as I throw my head back.
“We won’t be making love, Ashley.” He pumps me hard with his thick fingers, and my eyes close. “We’re going to be fucking hard. Day and night, night and day.”
He bites my neck aggressively and my legs nearly give way.
He pulls his pants down and lies back on the bed. “Get on me and ride this cock.”
I go to remove my bra and he holds his hand up in a stop gesture.
“I want the underwear and veil left on.” He licks his lips as his eyes drop to my sex. “Tonight, I get to fuck my wife.”
The pitter-patter of little feet wakes me from my slumber, and I inhale deeply. It’s early morning and the sun is just peeking through the drapes.
“Dad,” Owen says into the silence.
Cameron stays sleeping.
“Dad,” he calls again.
“Hmm.” Cameron frowns and pulls the blankets back. His son climbs into his arms and Cam kisses the top of his head. “Go back to sleep, buddy,” he whispers groggily.
I smile and put my arm over Cameron and dust the back of my fingers down Owen’s face. “Good morning, my beautiful Owie,” I mumble, smiling sleepily.
“Morning, Momma,” he whispers in his husky little voice.
We lie in silence for another half hour.
“Dad, I’m hungry.” Owen stretches.
Cameron’s eyes stay shut. “Sshh,” he whispers with his eyes still shut. “Don’t wake Momma; she’s very tired.”
“Mom’s already awake,” Owen replies, annoyed.
“Huh?” Cameron rolls over and smiles when he sees me with my eyes open. “Well, well, well. If it isn’t Mrs. Stanton in the flesh.” He slides his hand around my waist and kisses me softly. “I thought you were still asleep.” He smiles.
“No, I was letting you sleep in.”