Page 25 of Mechanic Next Door
Peach
Two Years Later
We exchangedvows on thedock.
We exchanged vows with all of our friends in attendance. The whole town came out to celebrate our love and witness our devotion to eachother.
We didn’t even send out invitations. We had the pastor from Thomas’ childhood church officiate. We didn’t plan on having anyone there with us. We planned to have the little ceremony and then take the pastor out to a nice dinner and then shake his hand and go on our own littleway.
It turns out that if you want privacy, you should choose a private place. The dock and the lake are technically private, but they offer no shelter. No shelter from eyes, no shelter from judgment. And there were a lot of eyes and a lot ofjudgment.
People told us during the little impromptu party back at Thomas’ house that we both looked beautiful out on the dock together. That it took them a minute to wrap their heads around us being together, but once they realized what was happening, they had to struggle to imagine us not beingtogether.
I was afraid of judgement. I feared people would look at Thomas in a way that’s less than kind. I was afraid people would ask what a man like him wanted with a girl like me. That they’d judge for the way I came into his life. For the way our relationship started. And they judged. They judged until they didn’t anymore. And then people began ribbing me for taking so long to get myman.
We shook hands. I served leftover peach cobbler and lemon chicken. We danced with the whole town crammed into Thomas’ living room. Ray played piano. Ronnie tookpictures.
And when it was time for everyone to go home, Thomas and I walked across the lawn between our houses barefoot, with the dewey blades of grass pricking the soles of our feet and the freshness of the growth making our heels a little muddy. But I didn’t have to worry about my dress getting dirty, because I chose a simple lace tea-length that I knew Thomas wouldlove.
Our favorite thing to do is go to the lake. I’ve read conflicting information on swimming while pregnant, so this might be our last trip out here for awhile.
“Get your sweet ass over here,” Thomas says, his feet dangling in the water and his hands in his lap between his spread knees. I swim over lazily and he pulls me onto the dock with a swift motion, pulling me into hisarms.
“Can we go take a shower first?” I whisper as he plants a row of small kisses on my shoulder and the crook of my neck. He kisses up my throat to my chin while putting his hand on the back of my neck. His possessive touch, sweet words, and bold movements make me crazy every time he gets his hands onme.
“Fine,” he whispers, pushing his hips up. My bikini bottoms flood when I feel his hard length up against me. “But I’m getting in the shower withyou.”
“I think we can dothat.”
“It wasn’t a request, baby. It’s what’s going tohappen.”
When we’re inside, we strip off our clothes and he runs a hot shower. We step in and it’s clear that he has no intention of getting me clean. He spins me around and laces his fingers through mine from behind, kissing the back of my neck and making the hairs there standup.
He grabs the soap, lathers me up, touching every inch of my body. He washes my hair. I’m in a heightened state of bliss the whole time, unable to wipe the drowsy, content smile off myface.
When we’re clean to his satisfaction, he dries us off and carries me into thebedroom.
“Hey Thomas,” I whisper as he lays me down, “I wanted to talk to you aboutsomething.”
“Okay baby,” he whispers his reply. “Can you do it while I’m between yourlegs?”
I don’t have a chance to answer before he’s kissing down my body and my fingers are locking behind his head. His gives one breast a long, slow stroke with his tongue while his hand pinches the nipple of the other. I feel the pressure inside my clit and I well up with renewed wetness. It’s the perfect time for us to get pregnant and it feels like my body is getting itself ready. I’m so wet, so hot all over. I don’t know if I’ve ever felt closer to Thomas than I do when he kisses my belly, bends my knees so my legs are draped over his shoulders, and he gives me pleasure and attention and love in just one of the very many ways he shows his love everyday.
Just being there as a friend is one way to show love. Another way is to make my body know insane, crazy, intense pleasure. I think his tongue might literally be magic. I think his dick might have special properties. I’m addicted to it. I’m addicted tohim.
All of him. His body, his soul, his words, his care. And I know he’s addicted to me, too. Even after two years he looks at me the way he looked at me that night on the dock. That morning in the kitchen. The day after, and every daysince.
I didn’t know I’d be able to find love like this. It turns out I didn’t have to find it. It was right there, waiting for me. And I would have waited forever forThomas.
I’m just so glad I didn’t haveto.
He glides his hands up under my ass and pulls me against his mouth, humming and sucking and licking and nipping at every part of me. He screws one finger into my pussy and another lower. The fullness and satisfaction has only grown with every time wetouch.
“I was thinking we could…hm…” Imoan.
“What is it, baby,” he whispers, putting a kiss on mythigh.
“I was thinking we could talk about starting our familytogether.”
