Chapter Twenty-Four

Saylor

The first dusting of snowflakes are falling outside, covering the ground in a magical blanket of white. I couldn’t ask for a better decoration on our wedding day. Although I know it was causing some extra work, keeping the path clear to where our ceremony will be held. Despite the snow, the temps weren’t freezing, and there was no wind. The perfect day for an outdoor, winter wedding. Running my hands slowly over the bodice of my dress, I can feel the silk, the details of the lace, and the little pearls and charms woven in. I feel like a real princess. My lips curve up, imagining what Ciaran is going to say when he sees me.

We wanted to spend our last night before the wedding together, but our friends insisted we follow tradition. Which is why I’m at Oaklynn’s place, dressed, my hair and make-up impeccable; done to perfection, and waiting for my bestie to get back from her little jaunt to the store. Lux sits quietly on Oaklynn’s bed, her phone in hand, waiting for updates from the guys, and buying us more time before we need to arrive.

“Are you sure you want to do this before the wedding?” Mila breezes in, her deep purple dress, swishing around her legs.

My brow rises. “There’s a party after the ceremony. Yes, I think it would be a good idea to find out.”

“I for one want to know how this happened so soon,” Oaklynn rushes in next, plastic bag in hand.

My cheeks heat. My fiancé is sexy as fuck. He’s giving me my dream house, my dream wedding, and dream life. I’m constantly thinking about him and his perfect dick. I also had to be on antibiotics last month, and apparently that can mess with your birth control.

“Well I didn’t know what to get him for a wedding gift,” I smirk at her, and stick out my tongue playfully.

“Lingerie, Saylor. A blow job. Tools. Something a guy wants,” Lux replies while laughing.

My shoulders lift, “Or the next generation of Rogue babies.”

“I can’t believe this,” Mila shakes her head but she is also smiling.

“Go take your test,” Oaklynn finally says, handing me the bag. “Kai has already told me that Ciaran is getting ready to come find you if we don’t leave soon.”

My fingers are shaking as I take the bag to the bathroom. Mila comes in to help hold my dress while I take the test.

“Now what?” She looks at me, just as lost as I am.

“We wait two minutes,” I read the box and set the test down.

A hundred different scenarios filter through my mind in the time we wait. I always wanted a family, and Ciaran and I have talked about kids often. We didn’t plan for it to happen this soon, not with the house being worked on, or our new venture for Rogue. Our society is stable but we all know things could change fast, and with us still lending a hand when we can to GO, it’s always a worry in the back of my mind. Mila’s phone beeps and my gaze snaps up to the counter. Knowing my future is about to change should make me nervous, or worried. But when I look closer, all I can feel is excitement.

“We need to get going,” Lux taps her knuckles lightly on the door, and I safely pocket the test, tucking it into the hidden pocket in my dress.

A smile on my face, Mila and I join them in the room. Oaklynn wraps me in a hug and I hold onto her.

“Let’s get you married.”

Most of our town turned out for the wedding. With Ciaran having grown up here, and both us graduating from here, we’re well known even by those who aren’t hidden by Rogue. A few of the small business owners even closed their shops and stores early in order to make it to our wedding.

The snow keeps falling, lightly. Not enough to accumulate on the ground but enough to dust it. The sun is sinking lower into the sky, casting the perfect lilac purple tone in the sky, perfect for the twinkle lights that decorate the trees and the aisle that I’ll be walking down. Our friends and family line the narrow space, giving just enough room for my dad and me to walk. My mom is already waiting, and Niko walked down before us carrying a sign that read: Here comes your dream girl! The music starts, and finally, I get to see him.

Ciaran’s eyes pierce into mine. I read every emotion running through his mind, love, happiness, and heat. Everything he’s feeling is a mirror to my soul. Excitement courses through my nerves and I smile at him.

“I do.” I hold his gaze, my hands gripping his. “I absolutely do.”

Ciaran relaxes and his lips form a smirk. He moves to me instantly, his mouth claiming mine. My arms wrap around his waist while his hands cradle my face lovingly. Vaguely, I hear the officiant announce us husband and wife, and our friends and family cheer. I’m lost in him though. Ciaran pours all his love into that kiss, the one binding us together for always.

When he pulls away, I’m dazed, blinking up at him, and my lips feel puffy. Gently, he presses our foreheads together.

“Mine, forever,” he whispers and tears spring to my eyes.

“Always,” I manage to respond.

Ciaran’s icy eyes flash with heat, before he moves back, his arm curving around my waist while we face the crowd that is now standing and clapping. I turn and reach for my bouquet from Mila, and find my baby sister also with tears running down her cheeks. She hugs me quickly and whispers her love for us.

Finally, Ciaran leads us up the aisle to more cheers. When we reach the end of the aisle, his hands grip my waist and I’m deposited into the backseat of an SUV. Our driver starts the trek through the woods and back into town. Ciaran holds my hand the entire drive, his fingers constantly running over the diamond band on my finger.

“You’re breathtaking,” He tells me, my eyes finding his. My heart feels full. “If I hadn’t promised you the wedding of your dreams I’d steal you away right now. I’m fighting with myself over taking you anywhere that I don’t have to share you just to claim every inch of your body.”

My cheeks heat, and my grip tightens on his hand. I want that. I need him. “Excuse me”, I tell the driver, whispering conspiratorially, “Can you take us here instead?”

Ciaran’s eyes widen, and the smile on his lips is part devilish and proud. It isn’t until he sees where we are actually going he shoots me a confused look. The driver pulls into the lot at the lake.

“Here?” Ciaran asks. “I was thinking more like the house, so I can lay you out on our bed.”

I laugh and reach for the door handle. “Just get out. I have something to show you.”

He frowns, but follows me out of the vehicle anyway. “Alright.”

I take his hand and move us closer to the water. “I love you,” I tell him, my eyes searching his. He smiles and runs his knuckles down my cheek to my jaw.

“I love you more than life,” He responds. I can see in his gaze the years of our memories together. Our rocky past, our hurts, our truths, and the times we chose each other over and over again. I see my future in his eyes, the many years of dreams he’s been building for us.

Carefully, I reach into my pocket and pull out the test. “I’m pregnant.”

Ciaran holds his breath, his eyes searching my face, taking in my smile, my excitement. His hands move slowly to the test, taking it from me before his eyes finally drop to it. He exhales slowly. “You’re giving me a baby, Say?”

My shoulders lift. “Well you’ve given me all my dreams. I thought this time I could surprise you.”

He peeks up, his eyes meeting mine through the locks of his white- blonde hair. “You’re amazing.”

Ciaran pulls my body into his. His arms wrap around me, securing me to him, sheltering me. My arms slide around him and hold him back just as tight.

“Fuck. I’m speechless. You’re perfect. You’re my everything. Thank you, Saylor. Thank you for choosing me, then, and now. I love you. I will always love you.”

Tears slide down my cheeks and I lift into my tip-toes to kiss him. My husband. My home. My protector. Mine.

Once Ciaran helps me fix my makeup, we get back in the vehicle and join our guests. We are bombarded by screams and cheers the minute we walk inside. Champagne and beer are handed to us while we make our rounds trying to speak to everyone, and take pictures. I hand all my drinks to Ciaran, or one of the girls, and Ciaran winks at me when I do. By the time we were able to eat I’m starving, and thankful that I can keep food down. I know our bubble won’t last long, and we’ll eventually have to tell everyone, but right now I like keeping our circle small.

Throughout the evening we dance, laugh, kiss and enjoy every moment. I’m dancing with Kai when Ciaran steps up.

“Can I take over?”

Kai looks him up and down and playfully pulls me closer. “No. You get her to yourself after this for a week straight.”

Ciaran’s brow rises. “Give me my wife.”

I laugh and Kai pulls me in, kissing my cheek before letting me go. “Now you’re really stuck, Gossip Girl.”

My heart clenches at the old nickname, the one that Kai gifted me with when I first came to Minnesota from New York. He smirks and I hug him one more time before he goes in search of my best friend.

Ciaran pulls me into his arms while Hozier’s Work Song plays in the background. “I can’t wait to get you to myself for the next seven days.”

“The beach will be nice,” I hum in approval, and his arms tighten around me, cradling my body to his. “I’m so glad I’m your wife, Ciaran. I love you.”

His hand trails over my cheek and gently grasps my neck. Our eyes meet and the overwhelming amount of emotion in his gaze makes my knees feel weak. The icy blue color burns hot as he leans down, our lips brushing. “I love you so much. You’re mine forever.”

I nod my head, feeling my insides flare with heat for this man. I press my lips to his. “Are you ready to take me home yet and show me that I’m yours?”

His breath hitches and the hand at my neck flexes against my skin. My pulse picks up. “Think they’ll notice?”

“Do we care?” I taunt him, my hands gripping his sides through his tux.

Ciaran’s eyes scan around the room, and the little smirk he gives me lets me know we’re in the clear. He takes my hand and we manage to sneak out. We get in his truck and make it to our condo in record time. Ciaran helps me from my passenger seat, making sure the long skirt of my dress doesn’t hit the snowy ground. He surprises me further when his arms slide around me and my feet leave the ground. He carries me, bridal style up the front stoop and inside, and something about the romance of being carried over the threshold makes my heart race. The second my feet are on the ground again I’m hooking my arm around his neck and bringing his lips to mine.

Ciaran’s hands run down the back of my dress and over the row of pearl buttons before inching the material of the skirt up my legs. He growls in frustration at how much skirt is actually there.

“I need to feel you, baby. I don’t want to rip your gorgeous dress though.”

I lean my body into his and help push each of the buttons through the holes before the material hangs off my body and I can step out of it. Standing in my strapless bra and white lace underwear before my husband makes the moment even more thrilling. Feeling his eyes eat up every inch of my naked skin sets my blood on fire. His hands move to the backs of my thighs and he lifts my body up, my legs hooking around his waist. Ciaran carries me to our room while I kiss him everywhere I can reach. He moans out loud when I drag my tongue down the side of his neck, tasting him.

“Fuck, Say,” He grunts and drops us down onto the bed. “Do you want to come for me?” he murmurs against my fevered skin. “I’m dying to taste my wife’s sweet pussy.”

He drops kisses down my body while his fingers hook in my panties, tearing them away. His eyes lock on mine, and then his mouth is on me, his tongue darting out to lick and suck at my clit.

“Ci,” I moan his name, my leg hitching up onto his shoulder as I thrust my hips forward. He runs his hands down my thighs, feeling the silky garter bands under his fingertips.

“These fucking stay on,” He demands, his voice gravely and raw. I can’t answer, gasping instead when he also enters me with a single finger. “You’re so wet for me, baby. My wife likes when I lick her tasty little cunt.”

“Yes,” I pant out loud, my hands twisting in his frosty locks.

He hungrily licks through my folds, tasting me everywhere, obscene and almost primal noises leaving his throat. My orgasm builds higher and higher, the tension in my core tightening, wanting release, ready to shatter for him. I was so close, and then he thrusts two fingers inside of me, curling them upwards to stroke that perfect spot. I cry out, my body shaking, my hips thrusting into his face.

Before I fully collapse to the bed, my body still quivering, Ciaran grabs my sides and pushes his cock inside, pounding into me with a fierce intensity that leaves me breathless, and fills my heart with emotion. I can feel him everywhere, his hands on my hips, his lips and teeth on my skin, his thighs beneath mine. Our lovemaking is passionate and raw, every feeling of love and devotion I have for this man pours out of my heart and soul and into his. I come again, screaming his name even while his groan fills the room. He pulses inside of me while my walls squeeze around him, pulling him in farther.

Ciaran finally collapses against me. His forehead presses against my chest where I was sure he could hear my heart beating wildly for him.

“You’re my forever, Saylor.”

“You’re my forever too, Ciaran.” I promise him. He is. Rogue wouldn’t make our lives easy, but every day with this man was one I want to live. He makes me happy. He makes my dreams come true. He was my happily ever after.

The End