Page 25 of A Taste of Grace
I straightened my spine and smiled as one of Caleb’s church members snapped several pictures of us. The guests slowly moved toward the reception table on the opposite side of the yard, leaving us to ourselves.
I leaned in and hugged Caleb tightly. He grabbed my butt and squeezed it before licking my ear.
“Stop looking at me like that, or I might need to escort you to our bedroom and get on my knees,” I said.
Caleb leaned in and grinned.
“To pray?”
“If you prefer that over what I have in mind, sure.”
Before Caleb could respond, Hannah and Esther rushed toward us and hugged us.
“We’re married,” Esther said, hugging Caleb’s legs.
He picked her up as Hannah wrapped her arms around my waist.
“Are you really my mommy now?” she asked, her eyes big and bright.
I pinched her little cheeks.
“Yes, baby. I am.”
Hannah squeezed me again.
Ms. Denise, who stood from a sturdy white folding chair in the front row, clapped her hands loudly and glared at the girls.
“Esther, Hannah, what did I tell y’all about that? Married folks need space.”
Hannah and Esther looked at each other when Mrs. Stallings said the word married and giggled. Caleb and I did the same.
Caleb set Esther on the ground and spoke to his mother.
“It’s okay, Ma. The girls are as excited as we are. Right, Grace?”
I nodded but didn’t believe the girls were half as excited as I was.
This was Caleb’s fault. When he fingered me in his office, I was seconds away from a release.
Since then, we did everything to avoid a repeat of that moment.
That didn’t stop him from flirting and teasing me with scalding hot kisses and sexy looks.
Everything he had done over the past month had me anticipating all the nasty things the “Holy Hoe” could do to me as his wife.
He didn’t play fair when he texted me about his tongue tricks this morning either.
I almost came undone, wanting to beg him to give me an early morning demonstration of his skills.
Both of us had been patient despite the temptation. If Caleb was as aroused as I was right now, he hid it well, although he seemed more distracted than usual during the ceremony. I chalked it up to nerves.
We greeted our guests for the next hour, his hand resting steadily on my lower back. He rubbed his fingers in a circular pattern that distracted me at random times.
“You still good?” His signature question in his low baritone made my heart flutter.
“Not really.”
Caleb’s eyes darted my way as he frowned.
“How can I make you feel better?” He whispered in my ear.
“You know what I need.” I picked up a church fan from a seat nearest us and started fanning myself. “When is everyone leaving?”
I sounded desperate, but I didn’t care. Caleb stirred up my horniness with his shenanigans. He winked.
“I’ve got you. Keep fanning and follow my lead.”
I nodded.
“Are you okay, baby?” Caleb’s voice got so loud that everyone stared at us.
I grabbed his arm with my fingers and wobbled a little.
“I need to lie down. It must be all the excitement.”
Caleb turned to everyone.
“Grace and I are going to cool off.”
“I should have worn thinner material on this hot day.” I nodded and started fanning myself harder.
“On behalf of everyone, thank you for coming to our wedding. Please help yourself to the food. We will be in touch. Love you all.” He blew a big kiss to everyone and waved.
People waved back and raised their glasses in salute.
“Love you,” I echoed, waving my hand like a beauty queen.
Caleb and I shook hands and hugged everyone as he escorted me by the arm toward the double back doors of the house.
“Y’all ‘rest.’ I’ve got the girls.” Ms. Denise used air quotes when she said the word rest.
I caught her eye roll toward Caleb. She leaned in to me and whispered, “Enjoy yourself, sweetheart.”
I blushed, wondering if others were aware of our intentions, too. Bump that, I was married now. Desperate times called for desperate measures.
“Thank you, Mama, for keeping them. We’ll be at Grace’s house if y’all need anything.”
“Turn those phones off, and enjoy your honeymoon. And make me more grandbabies.” She told Caleb and hugged me.
“You know I will.” Caleb dabbed his mother up like she was his homeboy.
I watched them, my mouth wide open.
“You’re one of us now, Grace. Get used to it.” Caleb winked.
When we entered the house, he led me to the living room, out of sight of everyone in the backyard, and leaned in for a kiss.
“Come with me to our bedroom. Let’s get you out of those hot clothes.” He stood back and inspected me. “With your sexy caramel ass.”
My sanctimonious husband turned off his holy switch, knowing how much his potty mouth turned me on.
“Gladly.” I fanned myself and followed Caleb down the now-familiar hallway of his house.
We passed the girls’ room and stopped at his closed bedroom door. He turned and stroked my cheek with his thumb.
“Once I get started, I can’t promise I won’t mess up your pretty hair and makeup. Are you okay with that?”
I nodded, ready to ride Caleb like a horse. My biggest concern was how loud I might get. We still had a yard full of guests, so we couldn’t let loose just yet.
Caleb opened the door wide.
“You ready?”
“Been ready.”