Page 49 of FWB

Kenny clears his throat. “Tiegan, you quite literally knocked me off my feet when I first met you. You came into my life at a time when I didn’t think I deserved love, but you gave it to me anyway.

I never realized just how broken I really was until you filled the void.

You fought for me when I didn’t think I was worth fighting for.

I cannot thank you enough for everything you have done for me and Lily.

You are the best mother figure I could ever ask for her.

I love you so damn much and I cannot wait to call you my wife for the rest of my life.

I promise to love you every day, with every fiber of my being, till death do us part. ”

Great. Now I’m the blubbering mess. I take his pocket square out of its place and dab my eyes before blowing my nose.

We’re all family here. I stuff the folded-up handkerchief into my bra strap.

That gets a laugh out of everyone, Lily included, even though I’m pretty sure she’s just laughing because everyone else is.

Kids. No, not just any kid. My kid. I take a deep breath before looking back into Kenny’s eyes.

“Kenny, baby. My lover. My friend. My soulmate. I was coasting through life, not realizing what I was missing out on until I met you. I knew from the moment I saw your beautiful, coffee eyes that, with one request, I would be yours forever. No matter the circumstances. You encourage me to be a better version of myself every single day. Your love and support is unwavering. I vow to you, and to Lily, to always strive to be the best version of myself for the both of you. I promise to love and cherish both of you, every minute of every day for the rest of my life. I love you both more than life itself.”

Trevor clears his throat after getting choked up. “Now, it’s time for the rings.”

This is Lily’s big moment. Sam puts her down and whispers in her ear for her to hand the rings over to her daddy.

Kenny turns and holds out his waiting palm, where she drops the two shining rings before deciding she wants to hang out with Auntie Kiersten, and running to her.

Kenny then turns back to give the rings to Trevor.

“These rings signify never-ending love and faithfulness to one another.” Trevor turns to Kenny. “Kenny, do you take Tiegan Schulz to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, to love and to cherish, in sickness and in health, for better or for worse, till death do you part?

“I do,” Kenny replies without hesitation.

Trevor hands my ring to Kenny. “Place this ring on her left ring finger, signifying eternal union.”

Kenny retrieves the ring from Trevor and turns to place it on my waiting left hand. “I love you,” he whispers the instant he slides the ring over my finger. I never get tired of looking at my hands when my ring is present.

“And Tiegan, do you take Kenny Hillford to–”

“I do!” I interrupt, not able to wait a minute longer to become his wife.

Trevor laughs, along with everyone else, and passes Kenny’s ring to me.

It’s almost identical to mine, with three branches intertwined, minus the diamond.

I take Kenny’s left hand and place the ring on his finger, admiring how it looks.

Peering up at his teary eyes that have been trained on me this whole time, I say, “I love you so much.”

“By the power vested in me by the online ordainment program, I now pronounce you husband and wife! Kenny, go get her, man.”

Kenny doesn’t need to be told twice. The man pounces on me, gripping the back of my head with one hand and my lower back with the other, preparing to dip me. My mouth opens to his, hungry for his taste. We try to keep it PG for Lily’s sake, but our kiss is full of fire and passion.

When we finally break apart, our friends erupt in cheers and applause as Kenny and I make our way back down the dirt path toward our new life.

After the ceremony, Kenny and I have pictures taken together and with loved ones, followed by a delicious dinner at a local steak and seafood house. Wine, beer, whiskey—and juice for Lily—flow throughout the night along with conversations about everything and nothing.

When we get back to the cabin, Kenny and I say our good nights to the group, leaving Lily in the care of her uncles and aunt for the evening.

We make our way down the stone pathway that leads to the honeymoon suite we’ll be staying at for the rest of the week.

It’s like a miniature version of the big cabin the rest of the crew is staying at for the duration of the trip, just far enough away for privacy but close enough to come running if something happens to Lily while we’re gone.

The owners graciously gave us both of the properties for the price of the big house as their wedding present to us for getting married on their stunning property.

In return, we promised to send them copies of our wedding photos so they could use them on their website as promo shots and we’d leave a raving review.

When we approach the threshold, Kenny stops me from entering. I look up at him. “You’re not about to carry my ass over that threshold.”

He smiles. “Fine, I won’t. Just because I don’t want to die on my wedding night.”

I pat his cheek. “Good boy.”

We open the door to the floor covered in thousands of red rose petals and candles lining every surface.

We round the corner and come to the massive king-sized bed, also covered in rose petals in the shape of a heart.

In the middle is an ice bucket with a chilled bottle of prosecco, two pre-rolled joints, a plethora of snacks, and a suspicious-looking black box.

“Did you do all this?” I turn around to ask Kenny, but he’s as stunned as I am.

I open the mysterious black box and find a decent-sized black silicone butt plug with a bejeweled tip.

I shake my head. Kiersten. “Looks like Kiersten is already trying to give me ideas on how to spice up our love life!”

Kenny takes the plug from the box to inspect it, running his fingers over the bulge of the toy. “I like the way she thinks. Bend over.” And he smacks my ass.

“Now?” I squeak.

“Now. I want to fuck my wife. Preferably in the hot tub out back. So, be a good little girl for me and take off your fucking dress.”

“What if I don’t want to be a good girl? What if I want to make you undress me tonight?”

He licks his lips and takes a step toward me, stalking me. The look in his eyes is pure hunger. “Tiegan, please, take off that pretty little dress before I rip it off of you and turn it into rags.”

I gulp and turn my back so he can at least unzip me.

He does, slowly. I feel his heated gaze on my bare, tattooed back.

He unclasps my bra and I turn around, slowly peeling off my dress, one inch at a time.

His stare burns a hole through me as he looks at me with pure need.

I drop my dress and bra, leaving my breasts bare.

I slip my shoes and socks off and step towards him. Completely naked, save for my jewelry.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he breathes.

I place my hand on his cheek, and he leans into my touch. I stand up on my toes and kiss him tenderly. “Your turn,” I whisper against his lips.

He ditched his vest and jacket earlier in the night, leaving only his button-down and trousers to shed, along with his shoes.

His tie is hanging loosely around his neck.

I slip it off him, throwing it on the bed.

Then I unbutton his shirt, trailing kisses along his hairy chest before yanking it clean off him.

He already took his belt off while I was dealing with the shirt, so I unbutton his pants and pull them down around his ankles as he steps out of them, leaving him in nothing but his favorite pair of blue boxer briefs.

I kneel in front of him, rubbing his cock through his underwear before pulling them down. His cock springs free, ready for the taking. I take him in my mouth without warning, all the way to the back of my throat. His cock twitches.

“Fuck, baby!” Kenny cries out.

I move my body in a fluid rocking motion, licking and sucking every inch of his cock.

Claiming it. I wrap my left hand around my husband’s shaft and move my hand in a spiral motion while my mouth is sucking the life out of his tip.

My right hand wraps around to squeeze his ass.

He moans and grabs my head, moving my hair back.

I continue my conquest until he’s begging me to stop.

“Baby, baby. Wait. Not yet. I don’t want to cum yet.”

I pop his large, hard cock out of my mouth and lean back.

He helps me to my feet and kisses me deeply while he backs me into the bed.

Then, he’s turning me around and grabbing for the anal plug.

“Don’t think I forgot about our gift, “ he purrs, bending me over so my ass hangs over the edge of the bed. I whimper. “It’s fine, baby. We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” he assures me.

“No, I want to.”

“Okay, let me get some lube.” He grabs a bottle of lubrication from the nightstand and squirts a dollop on the head of the toy and some on his finger.

He toys with my puckered hole with his finger.

“I’m gonna loosen you up a bit first. Are you ready?

” I nod, unable to say anything. “Okay.” Then he’s inserting his lubed finger into my tightest hole.

The sensation is foreign, but not unpleasant.

He slowly swirls his finger around, sending shivers up my spine.

Gently, he retreats, and I feel the cold tip of the plug pressed up against my ass.

Without much more than a “Ready?” and an affirmative nod of my head, he plunges the object inside me.

I gasp. It fills me up in such a strange, blissful way.

“Are you okay?” my sweet husband asks, worried that it might be too much.

I straighten, getting used to the fullness with each passing moment. “I’m fine,” I say, giving him a slow kiss. “Let’s go to the hot tub.”

I grab his hand and lead him out the back door to the private hot tub. He crawls in first, me following closely behind. Once he’s seated, I straddle his lap, kissing him, feeling his hard cock pressed against my bare flesh. I stroke his dick under the water, getting it nice and ready for me.

“I’m ready to claim this pussy as mine. Forever,“ he grunts.

I position him at my entrance and begin my descent down the hilt. “It’s yours. Always and forever,” I pant once I’m fully seated on his hard cock.

He starts thrusting while taking one of my tits in his mouth and sucking. I throw my head back. I feel so full between the toy in my ass and his cock in my tight, wet cunt. All of these sensations are overwhelming me. I’m already about to crash over the edge. “Don’t stop, baby! I’m so close!”

“Say it again!”

“My pussy is yours! I’m yours! Forever, Kenny. Please, don’t stop. Cum with me,” I plead.

“And this cock is all yours. Every inch of it, and you’re gonna take my cum in that tight, wet pussy that belongs to me and only me.”

At that, I come undone. My body constricts around his pulsing member still thrusting inside me. “Oh, Kenny! I love you!” I cry as I literally ride out my orgasm. My words send him over his own waterfall, and he unloads his cream into my throbbing pussy.

Once we’re both spent, I kiss him deeply before unseating myself from my husband’s saddle and removing the butt plug from my ass. I curl up in the crook of his arm in the hot tub, deliriously happy, staring up at the full moon in the clear Washington sky.

“Happy birthday, wife.”

“Happy wedding day, husband.”