Page 30 of In the Light of Day

I’m fairly sure there’s snot coming out of my nose as Ace leans over and tries to wipe my tears with a silky hanky.

“Do you think she's watching?” I whisper.

This is everything I’ve ever wanted, a real family, a man to love me, surrounded by people who just accept me for the person I am and not what someone deems. Only one person is missing today.

“I know she is, baby girl. She's right here with me,” he says, patting his chest with unshed tears filling his eyes.

“Of course, I’ll wear it. Are you sure? I don’t want to take anything of hers from you.”

I sob the words, trying not to let the weight of my emotions sway any hesitation he might have been feeling over giving me this. It’s a gift that I will never find the words to express how much it means to me.

“I’m sure angel. You go ahead and put that on, I got it resized along with Aces so it should be a perfect fit.”

Ace gently takes the ring from the palm of Pop's hand, sliding it down my finger until it’s nestled perfectly against the one he placed there earlier.

“Your family is always with you wherever you go,” he says, the look of pure devotion on his face, the tears finally spilling over.

“And with that, I now pronounce you husband and wife. As much as it pains me to say this, Ace you may now kiss your bride ... respectfully. I have my shotgun in the car if you overstep.”

“Pop, you can’t say that,” I say laughing, moving to give him a quick hug and a kiss on his cheek.

The semi-loud chanting ofkiss, kiss, kissrings out from our friends and I take hold of Ace’s hand, hoping he understands the signal that I’m trying to give him without saying a word.

Swiftly, his head turns to me, tilting slightly like he’s trying to determine what I mean. In less than a second he’s got me standing back on the footstool, eye level with him. Gently he takes my face in his hands and I close my eyes for just a second to smile at the little girl who was so excited and nervous to get her first kiss all those years ago.We’re finally getting it. We met the man of our dreams and he's perfect.

“Are you sure, love? I don’t want you to feel any pressure.”

He is so serious, always pushing my needs above his own, it’s hard to not force my lips against his.

I want this,desperately.

I want it for the woman I’ve become. For the man that I love who stands before me, but I also want it for the naive little girl who trusted too hard and was locked away. Never again will I be forced to do something I don't want, I need to let him know exactly what Idowant. He will never push me for this part of myself, so I need to show him I'm ready.

Taking a deep breath, I look at him. Straight in the eyes so there is no room for doubt. “Ace, I would very much like for my husband to kiss me now.”

I watch his eyes light up, all the while knowing that this is my first kiss. The first kiss I have freely given someone. His face moves closer, searching for any sign that I don't want this, but it never comes. His lips press against mine, soft and tender. We both linger in the sensation before I feel his hands tighten around my waist. Moving up my back and pulling me closer. My fingers run through his hair, and his tongue grazes my lips. The next time I feel it pass, my mouth opens to let his tongue in. A gentle dance we make where the world falls away and I melt into his embrace.

Lifting me from the footstool, his arms wrap around my thighs without breaking the kiss, moving us partially out of view and pressing me against the back of the arch we were married under. Our breaths are heavy, both panting as we finally pull apart. A kiss of a thousand lives lived before, ignited by the simple touch of his lips.

“I love you, Nova, with all my heart. If it's okay can we stay here for a minute? I get the feeling Seth's gone for his shotgun and I’d rather not have to run away from him with my cock as hard as a fucking rock right now.”

Wiggling a little in his arms, I suddenly feel the unmistakable hardness of Ace.

“I thought it was your belt buckle,” I gasp. My lack of experience rearing its head, causing me to blush.

“Did I ... did I do that?” I say smiling, looking down to where my dress is bunched between us. Should I like that I can get him hard?Because I do.

“Oh darlin', trust me when I say that's some grade A beef you’re pressed against.” He lets out a low grunt, a flicker of desire in his gaze. “And it would be awfully kind if you would stop wiggling against it.”

Gently lowering me to the ground, I watch, fascinated as he readjusts himself. The sheer size of his length barely fits against his now tight pants.

“Can you say something unsexy to help this thing go down?” he asks, the slight grumble in his voice evident as he looks over his shoulder to our friends standing back near the barn, giving us some privacy.

“Um, well, we're going to see my parents tomorrow. That's enough to kill my lady boner.”

An involuntary shudder rolls down him and he pats his cock in satisfaction, mumbling good boy as he does another readjustment.

“Please tell me you didn't just praise your junk?” I smile, rolling my eyes at his theatrics.

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