Page 121 of June: Jess' Story

“I know,” I say. Because I do. We fucking own each other.

“You’ve been ruining me since day one.”

“I know.”

“I fucking love you, wife.”

I smile. “I love you, husband. Now shut up and fuck me.”

“K,” and then he does. He shuts up and helps me fuck him. He slips a hand in between us to stroke at my clit, and my pussy contracts.

“Is this cunt mine, too?” he asks, after giving my mouth a tongue fucking.

“Of course it’s yours, D,” I pant out as I pull closer to the finish line.

“Mine,” he thrusts up into me and pulls my hip down on him hard, and with a swift shift of our hips I’m spasming. The high hits me, and I’m screaming my husband’s name because I mean it.

“Damian, fuck me!”

“Jess, baby…” He fucking loves when I find my voice, and it’s only for him. He’s the only one who’s ever sent me there. If it was a cliff, I'd fall off it. If it was a building, I’d jump. For him. Only for him.

“Only for you, Damian,” I say because it’s true. And then he’s filling me with a grunt and a loud shout as he falls, too.

The reception is small (though the wedding was smaller) and it’s only the best and closest and oldest. It’s our kids, our co-parents, and the remaining parents we have left. And it’s best friends. (So yes, I knew Alex would be here.)

I have to admit, I didn’t think he’d actually show, though.

But there he is with his cute wife on his arm. I give them both a polite smile as we walk past and into the private dining room at the Old Ebbitt Grill. Then I proceed to (mostly) forget about him for the rest of the evening. (Oh yes, we returned to the scene of the crime.)

Damian pulls my chair out for me, but I shake my head and whisper, “I’ll stain my dress if I sit down right now,” and his cheeks turn bright red.

“Then let’s get a drink.” He tucks my chair back into the table and with him at myside, we get a drink and circle the intimate room for cocktails.

We talk to the dads who are on Eden duty today, yet she still suckers Damian into carrying her around most of the time. We talk to Brit and the girls. We talk to May and Ellen, and then we find Damian’s dad, Allan.

“Jess,” he says, opening his arms wide and giving me a bear hug before turning to his son. “Damian, you never mentioned Jess’ middle name is June before?” (His dad was our witness on our marriage certificate.)

“It was my mom’s middle name also,” Damian says to me, gently placing a hand at the small of my back.

“Amy June,” Allan says with a sort of misty look in his eyes. “Pretty serendipitous you two should find each other, I’d say!” He booms and I smile at him. Serendipitous is right.

“Amy June is a beautiful name,” I tell him, placing a hand on his arm as he fights back the tears. We talk a little bit longer, telling him about our new house, and when it’s supposed to be donedone. (Feels like forever, reality is five more weeks.)

And when the girls come to take their grandpa for a spin, Damian and I splinter off to head for the people I’ve been subconsciously avoiding like the plague.

“Hey, man.” Damian pats Alex on the back, surprising him. He turns and for the first time I really get to look at him, and he looks…not well.

His wife turns to us, and I immediately extend a hand. “Jess. Nice to finally meet you.” I give her a warm smile that she returns effortlessly.

She shakes my hand and beams right back, “Hi Jess! I’m Emma. Thank you for inviting us. You’re a beautiful bride.”Polite, gracious, kind.She’s perfect.I smile, then slip a hand around Damian’s upper arm.

“We’ve gotta catch up,” Damian says to Alex who just nods solemnly, silently.Well, okay.

“I think if we sit down, they’ll probably start serving the food. Are you hungry?” I ask my husband who’s picking up what Alex is putting out.

“Yup, let’s, uh, circle back in a little bit, yeah?” The question is directed at Alex who again just nods.

We sit down before Damian asks, “Weird for you?”