Page 287 of Dirty Discipline, Vol. 2

“I’m not tired…” she began, but when he lifted his eyebrow, she instantly changed her mind. “I am a little sleepy.”

He left her alone to change into a nightgown and when she called out that she was in bed, he entered her room and tucked her in. Brushing her hair off her forehead, he bent to kiss the soft skin. “I’ll set your alarm so you can have time to get ready for dinner. I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“Thank you, Jack.”

“For what? Spanking you?”

He adored the color flooding her cheeks, its hue reminding him of her other set of cheeks. “No… um, I meant for being the man of my dreams, even if you do have wicked hands.”

He bent his head down until his lips were only a breath away from hers. “Darling, in just a few days, I’ll teach you how very wicked my hands can be.” He barely brushed her lips with his, tucked the blanket a bit tighter and walked out the door, grinning when he saw Jane sitting on the top step of the porch.

Jane gave him a smile as she stood and brushed off the seat of her dress. When her hands froze against her behind, he watched her eyes widen and then heard her giggle. “So, you really are a spanker?”

Jack had no urge to disguise the truth. “Yes, but I assure you, it is something that not only Betsy and I have discussed, but I love Betsy with all of my heart. She’ll be fine, I promise.”

Jane reached up and placed her hand on his chest. “I’ve never for a moment thought anything different. We’ll see you tonight?”

“You will,” Jack said, bending to kiss her cheek, and watched as she slipped into the house, having absolutely no doubt that despite her words, she’d make sure her best friend was fine. He smiled, knowing how very lucky the two women were to have each other and hoping that one day, Jane would find a man who loved her as much as he loved Betsy.

Chapter Twelve

A week later, Jack watched with reverence as his bride walked toward him on her father’s arm. She was the most stunning vision he’d ever seen. He repeated his vows promising to love, honor and cherish this woman for the rest of his life. When Betsy promised to love, honor, and obey, the smile she gave him almost knocked him off his feet. He lifted her veil once Reverend Schultz declared them husband and wife and cupped her face between his palms.

“I love you, Mrs. Novak,” he said before bending and kissing her gently for a moment. He would never forget the feeling of absolute perfection when his hands drifted to cup her backside and she pressed herself into his palms, whispering that she loved him too. The second kiss was far more passionate and prolonged, until the clearing of the reverend’s throat had him pulling away. Facing their gathered guests, who did indeed fill the small church, he grinned as people began to clap. The newlyweds walked down the aisle, kissing at the arched entry and only breaking apart when Jane laughed.

“Save it for the honeymoon, lover boy. We have a reception to go to.”

“Now who’s being bossy?” Jack asked, his smile wide and his eyes shining as they entered the hall, standing hand in hand while they were announced as Major and Mrs. Jackson Novak before joining their friends.

Betsy cried for the first time when her father led her out onto the dance floor and whispered that he would miss his baby girl and bent to kiss her cheek. He smiled and passed her hand to Jack before escorting Beverly, Jack’s mother, off the floor before everyone headed toward the tables to fill their plates.

When their friends and neighbors heard of the quick wedding, everyone had gotten together to make it a wedding to remember. The tables held far more than ham and turkey as people had insisted on bringing side dishes. After more dancing, the bride and groom were guided toward another table. The three-tiered wedding cake standing in the place of honor was proof that there had been no difficulty getting enough sugar coupons. Jack placed his hand over Betsy’s on the knife and they both cut the first slice. When he lifted a piece of the cake to her lips, his heart almost stopped when her lips closed around his fingers, and the flick of her tongue against his skin had his cock stirring. The look in her eyes had him bending close.

“Careful, Mrs. Novak, you are about to make me forget we are still in a church.”

She released his fingers with a giggle and quickly fed him a piece, snatching her hand away as if afraid he would repeat her gesture.

The couple exited the church under a hail of rice and walked beneath lifted sabers forming an arch all the way to the curb where Betsy’s car was waiting. She laughed at the sight of the cans hanging from her bumper and the white shaving cream hearts decorating the windows. Just Married took up most of the back window, and white tissue hearts had been tied to the antennae. Jack opened the door and made sure her wedding gown was fully inside before closing it. She rolled down the window to wave and shout her thanks to her mother and friends as he slid behind the wheel. It was only a few blocks to the hotel, but it was a ride he’d never forget.

Betsy gave a little shriek when her husband lifted her into his arms outside the door of the honeymoon suite. “Jack, put me down! I’m too big—”

“You, my love, are the absolute perfect size.”

She snuggled into him, her cheeks flaming as the bellhop grinned and unlocked the door.

“Dial zero on the phone if you need anything,” the man said after they entered the suite. “The champagne and fruit basket are compliments of the hotel.”

“Thank you,” Jack said, adjusting his bride a bit in his arms as he reached into his pocket and withdrew a bill. Pressing it into the man’s hand, he continued, “Please put the Do Not Disturb sign on the door as you leave.”

“Certainly, sir, and may I offer my congratulations to you and the missus and thanks for your service, Major.”

“Thank you.” Jack nodded as the man gave a small bow of his head and left the room.

“Jack, you can put me down now,” Betsy said.

“Even though I’d rather hold you forever, I suppose it would be easier for you to undress with your feet on the floor.”

Betsy wondered if she’d ever stop blushing at the images his words painted in her mind. When he set her down, only to pull her into his arms and bend to kiss her, she decided that she had far more important questions to be asking herself. Despite her mother’s rushed explanation of what to expect, and Jane’s far more intimate sharing of details, she wondered if she’d be able to please her husband. While she was a virgin, she had no such expectations from Jack. He was eight years older than she, and at thirty-two it would be unrealistic to expect that he hadn’t gained experience. God, she hoped he had, because she had no idea how to even begin and the sight of the huge bed in the room wasn’t doing anything to calm her jitters.

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