Page 21 of Holly's Valentine Vow

“Yeah, it all looks great to me too,” she replies.

“So, you still gonna marry me next week?” I ask. “I’m not exactly in the best condition right now.”

“Rebel, I’d marry you if you were in a full body cast,” she says. “I’ll be right back, gonna get those two girls of ours bathed so we can relax and watch a movie with them. Any particular snacks you want?”

I smirk because my girls take their movie time seriously. I know there’ll be popcorn liberally coated with real butter, candy, and sodas. “Maybe some of the peanut butter cookies your grandmother made?”

She rolls her eyes but grins. “Got it. Don’t do anything silly while I’m otherwise occupied!”

“Who me?” I ask. Okay, so I might’ve done a few things outside of what I was allowed to do when I was in rehab. But when a man’s gotta go, he doesn’t have time to wait for an aide. Besides, I was able to maneuver into my wheelchair without any problemsandmake it into the bathroom. It was close, but I did it and at the end of the day, that’s all that mattered to me.

“Right now, I wish I was able to help you,” I mutter as Holly carefully picks Ruby up to carry her to bed. She’s already taken Mina and tucked her in, then it’ll just be the two of us.

No nurses, no machinery, no late-night aides popping in to check on me. I transfer to my chair so I can hit the bathroom before she’s back. Hell, who am I kidding? She’ll likely have the girls both tucked in, the remnants of our movie night taken care of, and have herself ready for bed by the time I’m done. Still, I’m home.

“You’ll be back to your old self soon, handsome,” she replies. “Besides, I have years of experience doing this, remember?”

I snicker, because both girls play hard and sometimes, they crash out for a power nap to recharge or something, so it’s not surprising to find them in unusual places. At least tonight, theywere both on the bed as we watched a movie about emotions. For an animated film, it wasn’t too bad, plus Holly lets them ask questions. They were both able to tell us that they were mad and sad that I got hurt. But then, Mina popped up and said she was excited because of the pretty dresses they get to wear when we get married.

As I manage to go through my nightly routine, I think about the gazebo that Paul, Samuel, and the brothers built for us to stand in during the ceremony. They built in heaters since the weather is still iffy this time of year, plus there’s a modified stool for me to lean against since I refuse to sit in a wheelchair while the pastor marries us. My right leg’s now in a walking cast with minimal weight bearing allowed, and the cast on my left leg is now from the knee down so I can at least bend it, even though I’m not allowed to walk on it just yet. Still, the orthopedic doctor said I could stand on it for a brief period of time, which is what I’ll do next week.

Finally finished, I roll back into the bedroom and transfer into bed just as Holly walks into the room and closes the door. “I made it just in time,” she teases, seeing my sweatpants on the chair. I have boxer briefs on because of the girls, but now that I’m home, I can sleep far more comfortably than I did in rehab at least.

“Why, you have plans I’m not aware of?” I joke back, my eyes never leaving her as she moves around the room, gathering her nightgown.

“Maybe?” she asks, before walking to the bathroom. “Just have to grab a quick shower. I feel all buttery thanks to the spilled bowl.”

I can’t help chuckling as I remember Ruby getting excited over a part in the movie. She flung her arms up and popcorn went flying everywhere, but mostly on Holly. Still, it says a lot about my ol’ lady that she didn’t get upset or yell; she just told Ruby that she’d get it cleaned up later and to keep watching the movie.

“Take your time, sweetheart, I’ll be waiting,” I reply. Part of me hopes those plans involve the two of us getting reacquainted in the biblical sense, because while the hand and blowjobs have been nice, of course, I miss being buried inside my ol’ lady.

Granted, she’s gonna have to do most of the work right now, but I smirk as I remember how much she enjoys the ride. While I plan to get my licks in, so to speak, Holly’s going to be in control. Since she doesn’t get to do that very often, I’m sure she’s going to enjoy herself, which means I will as well.

I’m so lost in thought that she takes me by surprise when she straddles my waist, leans in and kisses my chin. “I’d ask what’s up, but I can feel it,” she whispers. “You’re not too tired, are you?”

“Absofuckinlutely not,” I rumble, pulling her closer so her bare breasts rub against my chest hair. I can feel the turgid points pressing into me and smirk, knowing she had the same thoughts I did while she was in the shower. Even with the sheet between us, the heat coming from her pussy is damn near scalding.

“Good, because it feels like it’s been forever,” she replies, her hands lightly stroking my face.

“Trust me, sweetheart, ithasbeen, considering how active we are normally.”

“I think the worst of it was, when I knew you were going to be okay, we couldn’t even really celebrate the fact you were alive,” she murmurs against my lips. “Stupid, huh?”

“No, not really, Holly. How about we do that now?” I ask.

With that, I use my upper body strength to drag her up my body until I’m breathing in her scent. Thankfully, she didn’t bother with any underwear because they would impede my progress as I need to get reacquainted with her pussy a-s-fucking-p!

“Rebel,” she breathes out as my tongue moves through her glistening folds.

“Better hold on, babe,” I warn her, chuckling when she does a full body shiver and plants her hands against the headboard. I make a note that we might want to consider getting a new one because the one she has is awesome with a tall back, but there’s really nothing for her to grip. That’s okay, I’ll just hold her hips a little tighter.

Since I’m making sure she doesn’t topple over, I can’t add my fingers to the mix, but from the noises coming from her, it doesn’t seem to matter all that much. In no time at all, I see her back arch as her thighs tightly squeeze my face and she keens out my name. Slowly, I gentle my ministrations then slide her back down my body so she’s once again straddling my groin.

“You’ve got too many clothes on,” she teases, her face flushed and sounding breathless.

“Let me fix that for you,” I reply, smirking up at her. She gets a little bit redder when she can see the evidence of her excitement on my lips and in my beard. Once I manage to remove my boxer briefs, she shimmies a bit then rises up on her knees before she slides down onto my dick.

“Fucking hell,” I hiss out, the heat from her tight, wet sheath fully encompassing me and making me see stars. “I suspect this might go faster than normal.”

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