Page 63 of Savage SEAL's Virgin
When we stopped crying, I shampooed his hair, washed every nook and cranny of his much skinnier body, and kissed over every inch of him. “I’ll have you back to your former self in no time, baby.”
“I bet you will.” He pulled my hair, then smacked my ass. “Man, I missed smacking that fine ass, Blyss.” He gave me another pop, and I groaned.
“Damn, baby, you have to stop doing that. You’re getting me all horny again. And I need to get you out to see that doctor so we can get you home.”
“Home?” he asked as he shook his head. “Straight to Vegas. I’m marrying your ass as fast as I can. I’m never letting you go, either. So don’t ever think about that.”
“Not to worry. I’m not ever leaving you or letting you leave me. You’ll play hell getting away from me again. You’re stuck like Chuck.”
“And so are you.” He pulled my hair back and kissed me hard and demandingly.
Yeah, he’d be back to normal in no time at all!
Troy
The ride to Vegas in Dad’s suburban was hard to take, mostly because I wanted Blyss naked and to myself. It was impossible for me to keep my hands off her. But I wanted to spend time with Tatum too. And Mom was kind of clingy as well.
I had a haircut and shave, and a great suit that Dad bought me to leave the hospital in. There was a bevy of reporters we had to speak to as we left the hospital. It was nice to be on the good side of the media, instead of where I was a few months before that. Hearty congratulations were given by all the reporters when I told them Blyss and I were off to Vegas to tie the knot. Not one word was said about the BDSM club fiasco, something I was thankful for.
Blyss told me about telling Tatum and her grandparents the truth about our fake marriage. And she told me how she wanted to adopt Tatum as soon as she could. I was happy about both things. I wanted Blyss to be Tatum’s real mother in a legal aspect, and I was glad the lie was out in the open.
It was dark when we came into Vegas and seeing Tatum as she saw all those lights for the first time was priceless. “OMG! Daddy, look at all those lights!” She peered out the car window, pointed out almost every one of them, and told me to look.
“You should let her pick the hotel we’ll stay at, Troy,” Blyss said as she held my hand tightly.
“Can I?” Tatum asked with wide eyes. “Please, Daddy!”
“Pick one out, princess. It’s up to you.” I leaned over while Tatum was preoccupied with finding the perfect hotel to whisper in Blyss’ ear, “It’s not like we’re going to give two shits about what the hotel is. I’m not letting you out of bed for two days anyway.”
“You bad boy,” she purred in my ear. “I’m going to hold you to that.”
Tatum pointed out the hotel with the flashiest lights, and that’s where we stopped. We got out, and the valet took the car away as Tatum chattered away. “I’m gonna be the flower girl, and I’m gonna be the best one ever. Natalie, my friend from school, she was the flower girl at her sister’s wedding, and she thinks she was the best one ever, but I’m gonna have lots of pictures to prove that I’m the best one ever!”
She had us all laughing as we went inside. The first thing we did was find the chapel, then set up the wedding and signed the papers. They sent us to where we could buy clothes for the occasion and Tatum found a basket of rose petals she could toss around before Blyss walked down the aisle to me.
Nothing else mattered to me more than making Blyss mine for real. That’s all I’d thought about for so long, I couldn’t remember not wanting it. And the night was upon us when it would finally happen. Blyss picked out a gorgeous dress that was so puffy from the waist down, you couldn’t even tell that our son was hiding in there, from what mom said about it.
I hadn’t been allowed to even lay eyes on her with it on. Bad luck was something all of us wanted to avoid like the plague. Blyss and I had already experienced a bit too much of it. We didn’t want any of that bad mojo to affect our marriage.
With everyone ready, we got right to it. Dad stood by my side as my best man. We didn’t need to buy new wedding rings. Blyss always wore hers and she’d brought mine with her to the hospital. Dad held them for us. This time, when we put them on each other’s fingers, it would be legit.
As he and I stood there, waiting, he said, “You know, son, I could never have chosen a better girl for you. Blyss is one of a kind. The way you found her was a bit off the wall, but I’m glad you did.”
We hadn’t talked about how Blyss and I had ended up together. I’d had to tell my parents about what happened to her and how she ended up hurt and needing our help. I did have to confess to the whole thing. But neither of them forced us to talk about it anymore than I already had.
“Thanks for not judging us, Dad. We’ve never told you and mom how much we appreciate you two not giving us sermons over what we were doing. I’m sure it’s not something you can easily understand.”
The look on my father’s face was confusing to me. It was a mix of saucy and raunchy. “If you think your generation invented that kind of stuff, you’re dead wrong. Your mother and I weren’t always this old, son. We get why you were doing what you did. Don’t you ever tell your mother I told you this, but she and I had a few things stashed away for when you kids went to summer camp. The house would get a little dark for those three weeks each year.”
“Oh, hell,” I muttered as my mother came down the aisle to take her seat. I blushed horribly as my father chuckled.
So my parents were freaks, too, once upon a time. I suppose it was good to know that I came by my fetishes naturally. And at the very least, my parents weren’t ashamed of what Blyss and I had done. Things could’ve been so much worse.
The music started and the man who would marry us came to stand with my father and I at the altar. We watched little Tatum come out from the back and toss red rose petals all over the place. She stopped once and looked at her grandfather. “Papa, take lots of pictures, please. I need proof I’m the best flower girl there ever was.”
Laughter filled the little chapel as she finished her job, making sure she used every petal that was in her basket. She even shook it upside down, then looked at me. I gave her a nod. “I’ve never seen a more efficient job of flower girl done. You are, hands down, the best ever. Don’t let anyone take that title away from you, princess.”
She did a few fist pumps into the air and a funny little dance, then she went to sit by my mother. “I was good, huh?”
