Page 61 of Make Her Mine
One year later…
From what I’d been told, I was supposed to be a bundle of nerves on my wedding day, but I’d never been so calm. I walked with Daddy’s arm linked with mine and the most handsome man in the world looking at me by the altar, waiting for me.
Brandon told me once he’d wait for me for as long as it took, and he hadn’t lied. The guy stayed true to his word, even when I whined about getting to the good stuff already; he kept his pledge.
Brandon Gentry was marrying his naughty little virgin, as he dubbed me not long after we began seeing each other. Six months after our first official date—the one to the art museum—he proposed and gave me a giant rock of an engagement ring. We set a wedding date for six months after that.
My fiancé wore dark blue Wranglers, black cowboy boots, and a starched to the hilt white button-down shirt tucked neatly into the waist of his jeans and a snakeskin vest. A black belt topped the jeans that hugged his lower half, defining his muscular legs and butt. I was getting a prime, Grade A chunk of man, and I treasured that.
We chose a white wedding dress for me. The soft silk felt like clouds against my skin. I wore flats so I wouldn’t fall over again. That’s the last thing I wanted; it had already happened too much already.
Each step I took had me closer to my future, a future I was ready for. With Brandon’s help, I’d grown up by leaps and bounds. I signed up for an art school in Dallas. Brandon took me to the class twice a week on the jet.
And once he took me to Paris, just for a dinner and a movie. Brandon had broadened my horizons by millions of miles. I didn’t think it possible to love anyone more than I loved him. And now we’ll be married, and he could take me toourbed and transform me to a complete woman.
“I’ll take her from here,” Brandon’s deep voice told my Daddy. “Hey, beautiful. How you doing this fine day?”
“I’m just fine. You look nice.” I handed my bouquet to my cousin Sherry, who was my bridesmaid. “Here you go, Sherry. Thanks for everything.”
She took the bundle of red roses. “You are welcome.”
Brandon took both my hands in his as we gazed into each other’s eyes through my sheer veil. “Ready to become my wife?”
“I’ve been ready.” I gave him a wink.
Turning to face the preacher, Brandon and I said the vows that bound us together until death do us part. Then he kissed me for a moment before sweeping me off feet and retreating down the aisle. “You’re about to have more pleasure than you’ve ever had in your life, Mrs. Gentry.”
“Are we going to do it in the limo?” I asked him, as I was down with that.
He laughed. “Hell, no.”
Rats.
Slipping into the backseat of the limousine, our driver, Michael, took off toward the reception hall as Brandon sat me on his lap. His hands moved over the top of my dress, then he unbuttoned the tiny pearl buttons until the camisole underneath shown. “You’ve got layers and layers on, don’t ya?”
I nodded. “It’s a jumble of clothes, Brandon. But we’re stopping by the house to change. You need to help me get out of all this stuff.” I had hopes he’d be keyed up, seeing me nearly naked, and take me then and there.
“You’re being naughty again,” he warned me. Then his lips pressed against mine. He had this way of stopping my wicked behavior with his magical kisses. Only this time, we were married and could do so much more. So, his kiss only brought out more naughty in me.
Moving my hands down his back, I eased them around until I could feel the lump in his jeans. Wrenching my mouth from his, I made him an offer he wouldn’t refuse, “How about you let me kiss you some other place, Mr. Gentry?” Before he could answer, I let him in on something, “I’ve watched some videos to learn how.”
With a nod, he gave me the go-ahead, and I slid off his lap. Undoing his jeans, I freed his hard dick and marveled at the sight before looking back up at him. His eyes glistened. “I love you, baby.”
Grinning at him, I whispered, “I love you, too, Brandon.” Then I licked my lips and took his male appendage in my hands and kissed the tip of his massive organ.
The skin was softer than I imagined. The taste was much better, too. Easing my mouth over him, I took him all in, and the way he groaned sent chills through me. He liked it! It was my first time, and he’s already pleased!
And soon he’d please me! Over and over again, he’d pleasure me until I was a drained muddle of a woman. And I couldn’t wait!
Brandon
After watching Ella do something I’d only dreamt about, I couldn’t wait much longer. When the limo pulled up to the chalet and I climbed out, I gathered her in my arms and took her inside. Michael hadn’t gotten out in time to open the door, and he stood there with his mouth ajar, watching me hurry inside.
“I’ll be out here waiting to take you to the reception, sir.”
“’Kay,” I called out as I stared into Ella’s eyes. “He’s going to have to wait a bit.”
She giggled. “Yay!”
