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Cole

“What are you doing, Cole?” Rory laughs as I quite literally sweep her off her feet, holding her with one arm under her back and the other with her legs hooked over it.

“Do you really think I’m going to miss the opportunity to carry my wife bridal-style into the bedroom?”

I stop us right outside of her room as she grabs the collar of my shirt and brushes her lips against mine. “I love that word.”

I smirk. “Good because you’ll be hearing a lot of it, wife . Now, grab your room key and let us in.”

Rory fishes out her key card from her clutch before holding it against the sensor. Once she pulls down the door handle, I kick the door open and carry her through the threshold, not stopping until we reach the bed, where I finally set her down.

She sits in front of me, and I stand between her legs, taking her hands in mine. “I can’t believe how crazy the past seven hours have been,” she says softly. “We went from the drama of my dad finding out you were my boyfriend to it now being four in the morning, and you’re actually my husband.”

I can’t help but smile. I apparently like the word husband as much as she likes wife.

“It’s been a whirlwind, that’s for sure.”

“You know, I never actually asked. How did my dad find out? I can’t imagine you slipped up after being careful for so long.”

I sigh and look down. “I was getting ready to jump in the shower after the game before your dad was back from the media room. My shirt was off when he came back in. When he came up to talk to me about my batting, he saw the Big Dipper. He didn’t even finish telling me you had the Little Dipper because the puzzle pieces fell into place.”

“Of all things, it was the tattoos that got us caught.”

“I think deep down, I knew that would do it. Your tattoo is noticeable, and it’s not like I’m never shirtless in the clubhouse. I just didn’t care because I loved you.”

Rory looks up at me now in surprise. “You didn’t tell me you loved me until after we got the tattoos.”

I smile softly. “Baby, I knew well before that. I was starting to feel it, but I didn’t know what it was until we were FaceTiming the weekend before you flew down to Florida. It was just a mundane talk, and that’s when I knew I loved you.”

“Your sister told me I loved you back at Sage’s birthday party,” she smiles. “She was right, but I didn’t know that. I had never been in love until you.”

I lean down and kiss her. “Proud to be your first love, but being your last love is what I really want.”

“Cole,” she says, placing her hand on my cheek, “you’re going to be my only love. You and me? We’re forever. We even have the rings to prove it.” She wiggles her fingers in front of her, letting the light hit the diamond on her left hand.

I take that hand and bring it up to my lips, placing a gentle kiss on it. “That diamond looks perfect on you.”

“Thanks. My husband picked it out,” Rory teases, grabbing my shirt collar and pulling me closer to her.

“Your husband has impeccable taste,” I murmur.

“He does,” she breathes, running a finger up the column of my throat, resting it under my chin. “That’s why he’s with me.”

“Your confidence is one of my favorite things about you.” I kiss her again, harder this time. “I love you, wife.”

“I love you, too, husband.” She smiles at me sweetly, her coffee eyes pulling me in. “What do we do from here?”

“Well,” I smirk, lowering my hands to her hips. “The first thing we need to do is consummate this marriage, don’t you think?”

“Yes.” Rory runs her hands over my arms. “But I want to have sex with my husband right now.”

“I mean, I am your husband, Rory. That’s the only option.”

She laughs lightly. “I mean that I don’t want Daddy right now. I want Cole, my husband . For our first time together after our marriage, I want it to just be you and me.”

I press my forehead against hers and give her a loving smile. “Whatever my wife wants, she gets. This will just be you and me.”

Her lips capture mine as I lay her back on the bed, bracketing myself on top of her. I slip a hand under the hem of her dress, lightly squeezing her thigh. “You are so beautiful, Rory. I’m literally the luckiest man in the world.”

Rory blushes while her eyes flutter closed. “I’ve never felt more beautiful than I do with you, Cole. No one has ever seen me the way you do.”

“I’ll make sure you feel that daily. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve seen, and you deserve to feel that every damn day.”

She presses her lips against mine, and nothing about this moment is rushed. Rory takes her time unbuttoning my shirt, letting it hang open for a moment before she pushes it off my shoulders.

I fall to my knees in front of her, kissing from the inside of her thigh down her leg before carefully removing her heel, repeating the same actions to the other leg. I help her stand up before slowly pulling down the zipper on the back of her dress. The dress falls to the floor, a pool of white fabric, and she kicks it to the side.

I’ve kept myself composed so far, but the sight of what’s underneath her dress sends all of my blood south.

“God damn . My wife is so fucking sexy.“ This is another new set, white and lacy. Her top is a strapless bustier, perfectly fitting her curves, with a thong to match.

“I love getting new lingerie sets because you always look at me like that.”

“And how is that?”

Rory wraps her arms around the back of my neck. “Like you’re struggling to control yourself. Like you’re feral for me.”

“Same way I felt when I saw you with my name stretched across your back.”

“Our name, husband. I’m a Pierce now.”

I smile widely. “Do you want to be a Pierce? Do you actually want to change your name?”

“Yes,” she breathes, brown eyes capturing mine. “I want your name.”

“Rory Pierce,” I say, unable to mask my delight. “Fucking love how that sounds.”

“We’re a family now. And someday that family will grow, and we’ll all be Pierces.”

That is my undoing.

Rory wants my last name, and now the world will know she’s mine.

But even more than that, she’s planning our future. She’s thinking of kids, ones we’ll have together .

I’ve always been a family man, and my wife talking about our future family stirs something in me.

My desire for her has reached new heights, and I can’t keep myself from her any longer.

I slip my thumbs into the waistband of her panties, readying myself to remove them. “Sit on the bed for me, Rory.” I push the lace down her legs, letting it fall to the ground. “I want to show my wife how much I love her.”

I fall to my knees as Rory sits down on the bed, speaking as she does. “You’re a wife guy, aren’t you?”

I look at her curiously. “What is that?”

“The guys that are proud to be married. They talk about their wife anytime they’re given the chance. They also really love to say ‘my wife.’”

“Then I’m definitely a wife guy,” I smile. I push her legs further apart, baring herself to me as I run my tongue over my bottom lip. “And my wife has such a pretty pussy.”

I lean forward, licking up her slit and gathering her wetness. “Cole…”

“I know, baby. It feels good. I love doing this for you.”

I move my mouth back to her pussy, working her over with my tongue.

I take my time, licking her thoroughly. I don’t use my hands, and based on the way she sounds, I don’t need them. My mouth is giving her everything she needs.

Rory can’t help but move her hips, and I smile against her when she pushes herself against my face. She’s greedy, and I love it when she takes what she wants.

I thrust my tongue inside of her before lightly pressing it on her clit. “Oh, yes…”

Her enjoyment spurs me on, eager to help her fall over the edge.

I keep my focus on her clit, alternating between flicking it with my tongue and closing my lips around it and sucking. Rory screams above me, her moans filling the room. Our neighbors might not enjoy it, especially at four in the morning, but I sure as hell do. And I’m not sorry for making her this way.

I suck her clit into my mouth again, and she cries out. “That! Keep doing that…” I give her what she wants, sucking her into my mouth and teasing the tip of my tongue over her. It’s exactly what she needs because she’s shouting out before long. “Cole , I’m going to come…”

So I suck harder, keeping her there until she shatters, tasting her arousal on my tongue as she comes.

As she recovers from her orgasm, I stand, her release still glistening in my beard. I lean forward and kiss her, thrusting my tongue into her mouth so she can taste herself. “My wife tastes so fucking sweet.”

“Stand up,” she says, pushing me off her and to my feet.

When I’m standing in front of her, she slides off the bed and onto her knees. I press my hand to her cheek. “Do you know how pretty you look when you’re on your knees for me?”

“I know how pretty I feel when I’m on my knees for you. I love making my husband feel good.”

I help her by undoing my belt. “Everything you do makes me feel good. But I do love watching you with my dick between those pretty lips.”

Rory smiles wickedly, unbuttoning my slacks and pulling them to the ground, leaving me in just a pair of boxer briefs that show her just how much I want her. She kisses my tip over the fabric before sliding it down my legs and freeing my hard length.

She leans forward, spitting on my shaft before using her hand to spread it around. After she does, she wraps her lips around my head before sucking me down as far as she can take me.

“Fuuuck…” I groan. “Just like that, baby. You’re always such a good girl for me.”

Her eyes gleam at the praise, and she bobs her head, running her tongue on the vein on the underside of my cock.

I let her continue for a few moments longer before I pull her off of me and help her stand up.

“I want to be inside you,” I mutter against her lips as I crawl over top of her, leading us up the bed. When she sits up and kisses me, I take both of my hands and work at all the hooks on the back of her bustier. It takes a couple of minutes, but I eventually free her of the lace.

Rory lays back against the pillows, spreading her legs wide and helping me into position by placing my cock right at her entrance. “I need you, Cole. Let me feel you.”

I wrap her legs around my hips before I start slipping inside of her, taking my time and letting her stretch around me. I look down to where our hips are joined, obsessed with the way I fit inside her.

“Look, Rory,” I say, helping her up to her elbows so she can look down to where our bodies meet. “Look how well my wife takes my cock. God, your pussy was made to take me.”

I slide out and back in while Rory watches. “Oh my God…”

“You do like watching us together, don’t you?” She nods, and I help her to her back so her head is against the pillows again. I start thrusting, and I’ll never get over how incredible she feels around me.

She drapes her arms around my shoulders, pulling me closer like she always does when I’m inside her. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” I capture her lips, kissing her deeply as I move. “Someday when I do this, Rory,” I say, my lips ghosting her ear. “Someday, when I fuck you like this, you’re not going to be on birth control. And I will fill you with every drop of my cum, giving you every bit of my seed.” She gasps, and I feel her pussy flutter around me.

She liked that.

“Mmm, you like hearing that, don’t you? You like hearing that your husband can’t wait to put a baby inside you?”

“Yes,” Rory moans breathlessly. “I want that. I want you to give me a baby, Cole.”

I know I can’t actually do that right now. She’s on the pill, and so far, it’s proven extremely effective for us. But that doesn’t mean I can’t lean into the fantasy.

“Then make sure you take me nice and deep, wife. I’ll give you everything I have. And you’ll take all of it, won’t you? Because you’re a good girl, and you want to bear my children.”

“Yes!” she cries, contracting around me again. Just talking to her right now has her close to another release. “Give me your baby, Cole. I want my husband to give me a baby.”

“Then clench around me, Rory. Pull all of the cum out of me, let it fill every part of you. It all belongs to you.”

After another minute of her begging, pleading with me to put a baby inside of her, I lose it. I yell out her name as I release, my cum shooting out of me and pulling another orgasm out of her.

We’re both sweat-soaked, exhausted, and thoroughly fucked. I take her left hand in mine, touching the rings on her finger, reminding myself that this all actually happened.

The cold metal on my own left ring finger just confirms it.

I capture her lips one more time, kissing her deeply with every bit of love I have for her.

“I love you, wife.”

“I love you, husband.”