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Sweet Surrender Ch. 01

By: BlueFluff



The sun shown down through the trees overhanging the path, leaving a lacy pattern on the ground. It was warm with a slight breeze that moved the trees and shifted the pattern, making it difficult look at one spot for long. The tears in Josilyn’s eyes made this even more difficult. Every so often, there would be a drop in the sandy path at her feet, leaving a trail such as Hansel and Gretel did in the children’s tale. Like their trail of bread crumbs, this trail would no longer be there when she turned around to find her way back, but then Josilyn had no intention of following her trail back home. 

Her feet dragged through the dirt as she reached the end of the path. She stopped and raised her head slowly to the castle that stood on the hill in front of her. There was a constant coming and going through the gates, with soldiers on either side watching the activity carefully. She turned her eyes away from the imposing structure to look longingly at the lake, blue and sparkling in the afternoon sun. She wondered why she didn’t go directly there to end her miserable life, but the warning was too fresh in her mind. Her father deserved all she could do to save him, even if her life was forfeit. 

Josilyn brought her apron up to dry her eyes and pulled herself together. She straightened her dress and put a hand up to check that her hair was still neat. Of course, it wasn’t, as her unruly curls tended to escape even the most severe taming. But, most was still contained, and that was the best she could hope for. She had intended to look as homely and plain as possible, and had worn her oldest dirtiest dress and apron to add to the image, both were two sizes too big. Her dirty boots, too large for her dainty feet, were stuffed with several pairs of her father’s socks. Intentionally turning her back on the lake and the path back to her little house, she marched towards the gates of the castle.

As she walked through the open portcullis, she paused to look at the bustling courtyard. She wasn’t quite sure where to go from here. A man bumped her from behind and cursed her for blocking the way. She jumped forward and started to walk towards the large doorway at the opposite end of the courtyard. There were two guards standing at the doorway. As she topped the steps, alone out of the crowd, she felt their eyes on her. 

“State your business,” the guard on the left said. 

Josilyn paused, suddenly scared about the entire situation. She finally muttered her name and pulled the summons out of her apron pocket.

“I’m not sure where I’m supposed to go for this.”

The guard glanced down at the parchment and, seeing the seal of the dragon waved her inside. She jumped and turned as she heard a shout behind her. Then jumped again when she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned to see a page in the green castle livery, including the same dragon that was on the seal of her summons. He was leering at her as though he could see through her dress. She shoved the parchment back into her pocket and forced her arms to her side, resisting the urge to cover her chest.

“This way, miss,” he sneered, turning and walking briskly through the entrance hall. When she did not immediately follow, he turned back. “M’lord doesn’t like to be kept waiting.”

They walked through the castle, up several sets of stairs and soon, Josilyn became lost in the maze of corridors. She hopped every so often to keep up with the page. If she lost him, she wasn’t sure she would be able to find her way back. He finally stopped in front of a large set of double doors and rapped sharply. A muffled “come” was heard from the other side and the page pushed the door open. 

The room was huge and tall with beams arching across the roof. There was a fireplace to one side and a roaring fire banished the chill in the room that was inevitable even on this warm spring day. The furniture in the room consisted of two chairs in front of the fireplace, a large table and a throne-like chair. He stood in front of the chair as he argued with two men, one gray and the other blond, standing on the other side of the table. There was a large map rolled out on the table and each of them motioned to it as they argued.

“If we just go through the pass, there is nothing to stop us.” 

“That is exactly what they will be expecting! We should go around the hills and come at them from behind. We do not want to open ourselves up for an ambush…” The two men continued to argue as the third, which Josilyn assumed was her lord, looked up towards the door. His eyes met hers, and she had the impression of danger in their green depths before she lowered hers quickly to the floor. 

“Gentlemen! My next appointment has arrived. We will continue this discussion later.” The gray-haired man quickly pulled the map from the table and commenced rolling it up as he glanced back at Josilyn and the page. The lord sat back in the throne and crossed his feet on the tabletop in front of him. Lounging in this way, he kept his eyes on Josilyn as the two men made their departing remarks. Just as the older man came abreast of Josilyn, he turned back.

“Really, my lord, as your advisor I must protest…”

“Your opinion has been duly noted, Brant. You are dismissed.” His voice held an irritation and the man looked down at Josilyn with a sigh, but he turned back to the door and left. She realized with a shock that the page had silently disappeared with the men as well. Panicking, she looked around the room, hoping for a mode of escape. Her eyes only fell on the open doorway to the right where the large bed was clearly visible. She tore her gaze away from the sight and looked at her toes once again, her eyes wide.

Brian smirked at the fear he sighted in the girl’s eyes. He could not fail to notice her glance at his bedchamber and it amused him. She looked beautiful with her escaped curls framing her face. Her dark hair contrasted perfectly with that pale skin, now ever so slightly flushed. Her narrow body could not be completely hidden beneath that sack she was wearing. He had seen it before. Since a couple of girls had been sent away as unattractive, they were all attempting to be seen in that guise. He had been more careful since then, however. The girls summoned to the castle were now hand picked during the rides he took through his land. He knew that she was beautiful.

“Come forward,” he said loudly, startling her. She stumbled forward towards the table, but still stopped several feet away.

“What would you have me do for you, m’lord?” she asked meekly. Brian rose and came to stand in front of her. He lifted her chin with a gloved finger and looked directly into her frightened brown eyes. They were sparked with gold, he noticed. Then he lowered his gaze and looked directly down her dress. She regretted the large size of the dress immediately, as it gave him a free view of her cleavage. 

“I think you know what I want.”

She gulped and nodded as he released her chin. She turned her head to look at the open doorway into the bedroom, but he surprised her by circling around behind her. She was so sure he was about to carry her to that bed, but instead, she felt the tie of her apron being pulled loose. She cringed at the prospect of being ravaged right there on the table in broad daylight. Her eyes closed and she swallowed to try and put some moisture back in her suddenly dry throat.

Suddenly, her hair was trailing down her back and he held the pin out to her that had been holding it up. She held that pin tight in her hand, something solid to keep her mind grounded. He lifted her hair and let it fall through his hands. It was silky and flowed like water. He lifted a strand to catch the light and the dark brown shown with sparks of gold, just like her eyes. He let it fall and circled around in front of her once more. Her eyes were closed when he faced her again, and began to unlace her bodice.

“Open your eyes.” She did as she was told and he saw that they were brimming with tears. He brushed his hands against her breasts through her dress, and as he did so, noticed something different in her eyes. It made him smile to see the desire awakening in her eyes.

The bastard was smiling at her tears, she thought. She had promised herself she wouldn’t cry, and she had failed miserably. She just wished his touch weren’t so gentle, so tender. She could be angry if he just threw her to the ground and tossed her skirts over her head, but this wasn’t the way it was supposed to be. He had pushed her dress off her shoulders and, due to the large size it just fell to the floor in a pool of gray wool around her. All that was left between them was the thin cotton of her chemise. His black gloved hands moved to her arms and pulled on the sleeves of her chemise. That too fell to the floor in one swift movement. She stood there, naked, except for her boots. 

“Take the boots off. I want to see all of you.” He circled around her and watched her from behind as she bent forward to untie the laces. He approved of the little curve of full bottom that presented itself to him as she gently pulled at the boots and set them aside. He smirked, as she pulled off no less than four pairs of socks to reveal small, delicate feet. She stood up straight again and put her hands protectively across her breasts and the small triangle of hair that was the reason she had been brought here. 

He reached around and grasped both wrists, pulling them to her sides. She began to resist, but then gave up…everything. She seemed to disconnect, as though she were watching the entire scene from the outside. His hands came from behind to cup her breasts. She gasped as the cool black leather touched her warm skin. He caressed her skin, making her nipples harden. The tingling started as he moved his hands from her breasts down towards the slight curve of her belly. Every place his fingers landed seemed to burn and also ignite a fire within. She felt herself melting; her legs were weak.

“Spread your legs,” he commanded. She tensed and shut her eyes, trying to shut out reality with the light. As he waited for her to comply, he moved his hand in small circles across her belly. She began to relax again, but still held her legs tightly together. Her hands clenched and unclenched with her frustration.

“I don’t want to tell you again.” The growl, right next to her ear, startled her. She did as she was told and spread her legs slightly apart. He nudged them further apart with his boot, placing his knee between her legs. His hand moved further down her belly to thread his fingers through the hair. The soft black hair curled tightly around his fingers, betraying their mistress. Then he touched her. 

The quick intake of breath told Brian that he had found the spot. Even through the gloves, he could tell that she was slick from his touch. He stimulated her further before drawing back his finger. Her slight moan brought an arrogant smile to his face. He moved his hand around behind her and pushed her forward until she was leaning against the table in front of her. He reached down and inserted a finger into her. By the time she gasped in reaction, he was already withdrawing the finger, her virginity confirmed. 

“You may dress now,” he said, in a very businesslike tone. He walked around the table to sit in his chair. He looked down at the maps on the table as though she weren’t even there anymore.

“…but…my lord…” she stammered. She didn’t know what to say. Surprised disappointment at the sudden loss of his touch and relief at not having to satisfy his lust warred within her. He looked up at her still standing there naked.

“You will return this evening after dinner. I want you wearing a cloak and nothing else. A coach will be sent for your escort. Your hair will have no binding.” The cold, calculated way he stated the demands sent a chill through her body. He had been so gentle and warm with her just a moment before. Now he was the Dragon. She quickly pulled her chemise up around her hips and slid the shoulder straps up. The change in him had made her embarrassingly aware of her lack of clothes.

“Yes, my lord.” It was all she could think to say, as she hurried to put on her dress and shoes. She just wanted to get out of there as soon as possible. He had already turned back to his papers and maps and ignored her murmured “By your leave”. She found the page waiting for her outside the door to lead her back to the entrance. As she was led out of the castle, she avoided the knowing glances of the page and any other person that passed her in the halls. 

Once outside, with the gates closed behind her, she began running and did not stop until she reached the woods. There, she veered off the path between the trees, looking for someplace to be alone. She stopped in a clearing and sank to her knees. The sobs shook her with their force.

Sweet Surrender Ch. 02



Mistress Nikki is by all accounts a very beautiful woman. When dressed, as I've seen in countless pictures, she is a real-head turner. Her blue eyes sing like top end jewels, her breasts fill her top and make the casual onlooker drool and her ass and legs make any man hard. Yet as she stood naked in front of me, wearing only her black strapped high heeled shoes, all I saw was the large cock and balls that hung between her legs.

"Now that you see it, tell me what you want to do."

"I would like to kiss it, tongue it, taste it and swallow it to start." I started to reach for her cock after I spoke and Mistress pushed my hand aside.

"You don't have permission to touch me. Do you understand?"

"Yes Mistress." I looked down in shame and spied her lovely toes. The nails were painted bright red. With everything else going on I had not noticed them before. They looked so inviting. 

"Look at me with your mouth open."

When I looked back up at Mistress with my mouth open, her hand was on her cock and she was slowly stroking it. Every other stroke revealed a pink cock head coated with pre-cum. As she stroked with her thumb and forefinger, I flexed my tongue and licked the air in front of me like I have so many times when I'm horny. 

"Ooh, I like that, my little lover boy whore wants some dick doesn't he?" she cooed.

"Yes Mistress, I do."

"Stick that tongue out and come closer to me. You can lick my balls."

"Thank you Mistress."

I knee-walked the two-step distance between us then realized I was too close and knee-walked back one step. By lowering my ass to my heels I was able to align my open mouth with the bottom of her ball sac. Then without further delay I flexed my tongue and licked. The contact was instant and Mistress moaned. Her sec was full, warm to the touch and as I covered it with my lips I couldn't help but think about how great it was to taste her live.

The first time I tasted Mistress was on Valentine's Day. She mailed her panties to me and I sucked every fiber and the nectar of semen she deposited for me. It was a cam call in which I broadcast myself for her amusement. She told me that we belong together and that my consumption of her cum was a privilege and the first real step into our new life as a couple. 

And now I was licking her balls in appreciation for the bounty they provided in all those panties that I received in the mail from Mistress Nikki. With every lap, I applied my own saliva to Mistress' balls and when she had enough of that she gripped her cock and moved it downward, pulling back the skin until the wet head rest upon my lips. 

"Accept what you came here for my slut. Open up and taste it" she whispered.

She gave only one slight push and then my lust took over and I sucked her cock in past my lips. The feel of the head was spongy and moist and I loved it. From that point on I was unwilling to hold back and I continued to suck her in. In moments her sweet hard cock was buried in my throat. I loved the full feeling it created and I hoped that she was now enjoying this as much as I was.

"Oh my god, that's incredible. That's it baby. Suck my cock! Show me you love me."

My lust went into overdrive and I licked her balls while her cock was fully sunk down my throat. The feeling was incredible and yet it was like I couldn't get enough. I needed her to be deeper and forceful and so after the first withdrawal, I placed my hands on her hands and then moved them to the back of my head. 

"This is just the beginning," she said as I felt her finger nails press into my scalp. She eased her cock inch-by-inch back into my mouth and throat while whispering "that's it whore, take my cock down and feel it expand your throat." When my lips touched her crotch, her cock flexed and throbbed inside me. I liked this deep dive so much better, especially as she began to grind herself against my face. It was as though she were performing mini-thrusts, withdrawing only slightly and then pushing herself back inside me. The result being that my throat was always full. 

It helped to relax and let her work her magic. "Oh yeah," she wailed. "It's been so long since I had a real mouth to fuck" she stated. "Mmm, you feel so good I may not let you go home to that wife of your's. She doesn't appreciate you like I do." 

Mistress' moans became guttural and I felt their vibrations in her cock as she continued grinding herself against my face. Breathing had not been an issue until now. But I was operating on a small air supply and each additional second seemed to be taking an enormous toll. I started feeling light-headed and then all of a sudden everything went blank.

When I came too, I was still on the floor but Mistress was right beside me cradling me in her arms. She patted my forehead and then kissed me on the lips. "Welcome back lover." She began. "You passed out. How do you feel?" 

"A little light headed and cramped." I stretched my legs out as they are bunched too tightly beneath me. As the blood flowed back into my lower legs I said "oh, that feels so much better." 

With Nikki still holding me I moved my gaze to her. She was looking down at me. Her bright blue eyes looking more concerned for my welfare than anything else made me want to kiss her on the lips. She met my kiss with equal longing, her lips parted as did mine and then our tongues met at the tip and flirted with one another. The feeling in my cock was returning as well and soon I was not only sporting a major hard on but I felt the desire to use it with Nikki.

There was no end to this kiss and with renewed feeling in all my limbs, I moved my arm around Nikki's bare back and re-positioned myself to face her. Propping my elbow on the floor and using my hand beneath her I managed to bring Nikki closer to the floor while I moved myself first along side her and then I moved my left thigh between her legs. She lifted her right leg and moved it over my left leg as I brought her body closer to mine. Embracing her in my arms now gave me the leverage to hold her head off the floor and to deep thrust my tongue into her mouth.

Nikki played along with me. She seemed to enjoy the lovers' kiss like I did but neither of us was comfortable on the floor and so we seemed to break away at the same time. "The floor is dirty," she said. "Yeah, let's get in bed. I want to make love to you."

She smiled and we kissed briefly once more on the lips. I got up first and extended my hand to her and helped her rise. When we stood, I embraced her and as our lips met yet again I felt the softness of her breasts and the hardness of her cock press into me. So without further delay, I picked her up in my arms and lay her gently on the bed. 

Under the covers Nikki and I laced our legs as we had before and resumed our loving kiss. My cock was raging hard and I moved up on top of her while placing most of my weight on my right knee and both my elbows. Distributing my weight allowed me to be on top without crushing her. Her smooth thigh felt wonderful against the underside of my cock and soon I was moving myself to be between her legs and humping my cock against her's. 

Nikki's legs opened wide to accommodate me. As I lay there, I gazed into her eyes and said "I want to make love to you Mistress. May I please?"

Mistress grasped my cock in her hand and slowly and lightly jacked it beneath me. I was rock hard already and did not understand what she wanted. She looked so beautiful beneath me. Every morsel that is me wanted to make love to her and I found this passionate energy building into something that very soon I would not be able to control. It may already be too late. Her hand feels great on my cock and now I really want to be thrusting inside her.

Nikki pushed me off her and swung her legs over the side of the bed and got up. I fell face first into the pillow and inhaled deeply as she walked by and then when the bathroom door closed I rolled over and flung the sheets off of me. My cock was rock hard and ready. It was the first time I can remember being so turned on by another person. She didn't say no and she didn't say yes. I'm not sure what she's going to do but I can only hope she's gone to fetch some lube.

I don't have to wait long to get my answer. 

When Nikki comes out of the bathroom we have eye contact and she is smiling as she climbs onto the bed with me. In her hand is a plain plastic bag with handles. "I needed to fix myself up." Then she tossed the bag on the mattress and moved over me. "Hi" she whispered.

I embraced her in my arms and we rolled over together. When she's on her back, I am above her, between her legs and she is now wrapping them around my waist. We kiss again and her jaw relaxes as she opens her mouth to me. It is a recognizable submission as any and I take my turn in the driver's seat. We are reversing roles and it feels great. I want to put my cock inside this woman and drive it home to completion.

As I begin to guide myself closer to her she stops our kiss and says "if you want to use a condom I understand." Why is she asking me that now? Does she want me to use one? "I don't want to use a condom with you ever. I am clean, tested and disease-free if you are worried about that."

"No baby, take me raw. I just thought you might not want to get dirty."

I exhaled a brief laugh and said "we can shower after. I love you and I want to make love to you now Mistress."

There were no more words. Nikki heard me and I think she wanted it this way. She took my cock in her hand, stroked it and then she guided me into her as she lifted her balls and cock out of the way with her other hand. It was a smooth transition considering it was our first time to do missionary. 

Feeling my cock slip inside Nikki was absolutely the best feeling I've ever had. Soft, warm, and snug Nikki's hole accepted my cock as I slowly pushed into her. At one inch in, Nikki's breathing was very shallow and I paused in order to let her adjust. When her breathing took on a more casual pace, I pushed again and entered another inch and then another inch after that. With each inch going inside her I watched Nikki's face and listened for her to say stop but she didn't say stop. Instead her eyes welled up and she whispered "I love you."

When the tears flowed down the sides of her face she is at her most vulnerable and my own lust is at an all-time high. I do not want to stop myself and I thrust my cock the rest of the way into her. I love this woman, she is my dominant and I want her to know that full reciprocation is our destiny. With compassion, I move down to her, propping my elbows along side her. I kiss the wet trails on both sides of her face and then I kiss her lips. 

Her tongue enters my mouth and dances with mine again. It is a bump and grind dance much to the same rhythm I am now fucking her by. And as we fuck and kiss, I feel Nikki's physical strength as she envelopes me in her arms. Her exhale becomes stronger and I use the sound as a stimulant, propelling me to slam her ass harder and harder. My cock is fully expanded and I whisper in Nikki's ear "You feel so fucking good on my cock Mistress. I'm going to cum soon. The feeling is incredible. May I please?"

I'm still her slave, and I still need permission. It's the basis of our relationship and the right thing to do. It's also the turning point in our love-making. She now knows my sexual savagery is tempered and that her hold on me is real. 

Her arms encircle me and rest on my back as she end s our tongue kissing and I move my head down along side her head. I continue to short stroke her with rapid thrusts bringing my orgasm closer and closer. "I'm so close to cumming now Mistress, may I please cum inside you?"

I feel her turn her head toward me and her lips land on my neck. She gives me a long sexual suck with her lips and then another and another. She withholds permission on purpose, doesn't encourage or discourage my action. I'm so turned on and so close to exploding. With certainty, I am way passed the point of no return. "I can feel my balls boiling Mistress. I'm ready to spray. May I please cum now?"

"Don't you fuckin dare cum," she says. Her whisper is harsh, laced with lust. "Keep fucking me. Fuck me hard and fuck me deep." 

She is in control now and I attempt to comply by withdrawing as much as I can and then slamming it back inside. Each agonizing stroke adds more and more pressure and with all my focus I try to hold back. "That's it slut," she says, "fuck your Mistress, fuck me harder and fuck me deeper." Her lips covered my neck again and she sucked my skin into her mouth and bit down lightly with her front teeth. I sawed into her more and more as she began to press teeth a little harder. It didn't hurt but I felt it and my sexual excitement grew even stronger.

"Please Mistress. I must cum. I'm going to cum. Please, please give me your permission. I can't hold it any longer." The pressure inside my cock was beyond incredible and just as I felt the semen enter my shaft she says "Yes my slut, cum inside your Mistress. Fuck me hard and deep and fill me with your cum."

As my cum raced up the shaft, I felt my cock head swell to epic proportions. The spurting of a lifetime is imminent. And in this moment, Mistress seizes my neck in her mouth. She sucks my skin past her teeth then as my spray begins, she bites down hard.

The pain on my neck is excruciating and at the same time the pleasure shooting through my cock is magnificent. My cock pulses and the spurts shoot out harder than ever. If my cock were out of her I think my eruption could hit the ceiling. Her legs move over my calves and she secures me in place with her arms and legs as her teeth continue to sink into my skin.

I could get up now if I really wanted to. But I don't. I have just had the most powerful orgasm of my life and my Mistress has not only just marked my neck, she continues to mark it. It hurts now but she's moaning sexually and her sound is turning me on. And then she stops biting me and I realize there is almost no relief. In an instant, my neck begins to throb. 

Her fingers caress my back with very light strokes and she blows cool air on my neck. It feels soothing and then I feel her kiss where the bite throbs. My cock remains hard and inside her and without thinking I begin to grind her again. I am able to give her the long strokes she requested earlier as my next orgasm is not even close. 

"Mmm, I'm so proud of you darling," she whispers. "You are fucking me again. I love it. Stretch my ass open with your big cock." She kisses my neck again several times and I turn my head to face her. We kiss again and her tongue enters my mouth. Her grip on me subsides and I rise above her and stretch as I thrust into her once more. 

Her cock is hard too and I take it in my hand and begin to stroke it. She holds my gaze with her piercing eyes and says "That feels so good. Stroke me and fuck me baby."

She's gorgeous and naughty, a total seductress and I am beholden to please her. My neck itches a little and I reach up to feel it and rub it. There is a definite rise in my skin, more welt-like than anything else.

"It's nothing baby. Not like I'm going to give you this weekend each time you want to cum again."

Her stare is intense. I know she means what she says. I want what she wants and I simply nod. 

(to be continued)



Sweet Surrender Ch. 02



***I can't believe how much people liked this story! I had just planned on having the one part, but since so many people said it felt like it was unfinished, I have added more. I will try to work on more chapters for this story and have something new in maybe 10-14 business days. Thank you to all who liked it for the feedback***

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Emily-Jane strolled into the dining room and almost groaned. After last night's activities, she was so sore and tired she just wanted to go back to bed. It helped that Luke was still there, keeping the bed warm. But no matter how she'd wanted to stay in those warm sheets and arms, she knew that she had to get up before they were discovered. Barbara would pitch a bitch fit if any of the limelight was taken off her special day for one second. And her mother would just love to hear that Emmie was with someone. 

And speaking of the devil or his shrew of a wife, her mother was seated at the table with Cassie, her ex-best friend. Even though her marriage had been over for more than a year, Emily-Jane still hadn't forgiven her friend for not being there when she needed her most. Plus she was afraid that Cassie was going to say "I told you so" and she would have to smack her one.

"Hey, baby," her mother said. "How was the flight? You must have been super tired from it. I tried knocking to see if you wanted something to eat but I guess you were already in bed."

Emily-Jane almost dropped the plate she had grabbed. She glanced at her mother, trying to gage the message behind her words but couldn't find one. She relaxed and began to fix plate.

"Yeah, I was very tired. I fell into a dead sleep as soon as I closed my eyes," which was true. She had slept hard once Luke let her sleep, "I guess the plane ride wore me out."

Emily-Jane heard a snort and looked over at her mother. It had come from Cassie though. She was wearing a smirk that only could be described as "eat shit."

"Are you ok, Cassie dear?" Her mother asked in concern.

"Yes, ma'am. I think something went down the wrong pipe, that's all."

Emily-Jane rolled her eyes and sat down to eat. After the evening she'd had, she wasn't surprised at how hungry she was. She'd heard that really great sex would make you lose weight. She just hadn't thought it possible until now. Perhaps she should continue having great sex so she could see just how much weight she could lose. She laughed silently. She could just see Luke nodding in agreement with her. He would love to help her with that, she was sure.

"Well," her mother said, sighing as she pushed back from the table and stood. "I've got to go help your sister decide on table clothes. Why she can't decide between white and white is beyond me but anyway. You girls have fun today."

Suddenly a light went off with Emily-Jane. Her mother had been trying to get the two women back together for a while. Neither one of the women had seemed to want to reconnect but her mother, in all of her infinite wisdom, had decided to take things into her own hands. She had secretly scheduled a play date just like she had all those years ago when she'd noticed that her youngest daughter hadn't had too many girl friends. Martha had gone to the school when Emmie was in second grade and noticed another young girl who had been a bit of a loner and just decided that the girls would be best of friends. And as much as it killed Emily-Jane to admit it, Martha hadn't been wrong. The two girls had been inseparable until the falling out.

The women watched Emily-Jane's mom go before turning to look at each other silently. Emmie broke the silence broke. "Why does there smell like something's rotten in Jamaica?"

Cassie smirked as she pushed her long blonde hair behind her back. "Probably 'cause your mother has been trying to get us back together since..." She let her sentence taper off. 

"Since I got the shit beat out of me and you got to say I told you so?" Emily-Jane finished for her.

Cassie's hot temper flared and Emmie almost laughed as those blue-eyes flashed. God, how she had missed this. There had never been anything better than sparring with Cassie to get the blood flowing.

"I never once said I told you so," Cassie said, leaning over the table toward Emmie. Her big pregnant belly kept getting in the way. She was pregnant with her second child. It was pretty funning watching her try to find a way to get as far as she could in Emily-Jane's face. Finally she gave up and sat back down to just glare across the table about Emmie.

"You didn't have to. It was written all over your smug face every time I saw you. And you haven't said more than 3 words to me in 5 years."

"I'm not the one who hasn't talked. How many times did I come by the hospital or your work or your mother's house? I sent you an invitation to my baby shower with Alex but you didn't come. I told your mother to invite you when we would go out to eat with your parents. You haven't had shit to say to me during that whole time. You were the one who decided that she wasn't going to have anything to do with me," Cassie said, her eyes filling with tears. 

Emmie shrugged and looked away. "I thought you still hated me. I didn't want to hear you say that you had known all along what kind of man Mark was. Plus," she admitted timidly, "I was still mad at you for abandoning me."

Cassie struggled from her chair and came around the table to sit beside her. "I never should have said anything about him. I should have just kept my mouth shut and been there to help you pick up the pieces."

Emmie broke in with a grin, saying, "Yeah, that's true. But we both know you aren't the kind of person to keep your mouth shut for too long."

Cassie smiled and nodded. "True. And to finish what I was gonna say before I was so rudely interrupted," she said pointedly. Emmie just grinned at her. "I didn't abandon you. I just went AWOL for a few years. There's a difference."

Emily-Jane took a look at the other woman and felt the wall of hurt feelings slip away. No matter what had happened in the past, they were still best friends. She just wanted to be able to talk to her friend again without feeling that huge weight of hurt and anger that had been pressing down on her for ages. 

"So, you wanna go to be beach before we get pulled into doing wedding shit?" Emmie asked her.

Cassie looked at her, searching her face for something. Emily-Jane simply sat there staring at her right back. "That's it? That's all the fight we're gonna have? Tim was hoping that he'd get to see us greased up and fighting in a big kiddie pool of jello. He's going to be so disappointed. "

Emmie laughed. Tim was Cassie's husband of almost 10 years. The pair had been high school sweethearts and were deeply in love. They had gotten married right out of high school. Emily-Jane had been Cassie's maid of honor and had been just as excited as the couple when they had received news of their first baby, Alexander. However, the breakup, as it had come to be known, had happened and she hadn't been present when he was born. 

"Did you want to grovel a little more, 'cause I think I could listen to that for a little while longer."

"Why, you little shit. I'm not the only stubborn one here. You could have come to me. You knew that I would have taken care of everything. I've been taking care of everything since we first became friends."

Emily-Jane smiled before shrugging nonchalantly. "I can't help if you found me so charming that you felt like you had to do everything for me. I am just blessed that way."

Cassie laughed so much she was grabbing her stomach before it was over. "God, I missed you. But to answer your question before you made me almost pee my pants from laughing, yeah, I'll go to the beach with you. I'm not putting on a suit but I'll go with you."

"Why aren't you gonna put on a suit?"

"Uh, maybe 'cause I'm as big as a damn house and I don't want to scare the locals," Cassie said, grabbing a piece of bacon off of Emmie's plate. She popped in her mouth before moaning. "I love being pregnant, don't get me wrong but I hate the way people look at me when I'm wearing a bathing suit. I feel like I'm as big as a damn house. But I'll put on some shorts and a t-shirt and sit on the sand with you while you sun bathe."

Emily-Jane looked at her best friend and sighed. "If you look like a fat pig, then what the hell do I look like, idiot? I don't have the added joy of being able to say that I am eating for two. Hell, I can't even claim I have a thyroid problem. I just like to eat."

Cassie rolled her eyes. "Shut up and put your damn suit on, woman. Lord, you would have been cute if you had been born without a tongue."

Emmie used that appendage to show Cassie just what she thought of her comment. Laughing, they both left the table and proceeded to their rooms to grab their things. Emily-Jane pulled on a black one piece suit with a sarong overtop and grabbed a large towel out of the bathroom before going back downstairs to meet Cassie. 

"You look gorgeous," Emmie told her friend. And no big surprise, Cassie did in fact look beautiful as ever. She was petite and when not 7 months pregnant, usually the size of a small child. She had a large chest, however, a fact her husband always complained brought him more trouble than pleasure. He said that if she wasn't awesome in bed he wouldn't put up with random men staring at his wife as if she were a porn star. She had large blue eyes that tilted up, hinting of a long ago ancestor who hadn't been from around these parts. But the one thing that always brought people to her was her laugh. She could light up a room with just a smile, but if you could make her laugh, you felt like you had strung the moon. Her whole face lit up and she had the power to make anyone laugh with her. 

As they headed to the beach outside the back door, Emily-Jane once again took stock of their friendship. They had always seemed like the odd couple but no better friends had they been. That's why it had been so hard to get over the pain of the past for so long. Emmie that thought that if anyone had her back, it would have been Cassie. However, once the worst had happened, it had seemed she hadn't.

Emily-Jane looked at her friend and said, "Do you remember when we both tried out for that part in the English play in 10th grade?"

Cassie looked at her, scrunching her nose up in concentration. "You mean when we were supposed to be in that half-ass production of Great Expectations? And the whole dang scenery fell down the first day we opened and they had to call it off 'cause Valerie "The slut of town" Lawson got hit in the head with that tree and got amnesia. Yeah, I think I will remember that thing to the day I die. It made my life worth living. What about it?"

Emmie laughed. She had, in fact, forgotten that about it. That shit had been funny though. "I was just thinking about how David Little had been so shocked when you punched him in the nuts for calling me fat and ugly. I never said thanks for that by the way. So thanks."

"Oh, you are more than welcome. God, that guy was such a douche. That still makes me so mad when I remember how he made you cry just 'cause you knew his lines better than he did. If he'd studied them more instead of looking at Ms. Timmon's tits, he wouldn't have had that problem," Cassie said.

"Well, in his defense, they were a spectacular set of breasts," Emmie laughed, remembering their 10th grade English teacher's impressive rack. Any man who came in contact with her was turned to mush with one look at that masthead. 

"That they were," Cassie replied. "Anyway, what made you think of that?"

They sat down on their towels and looked out of the ocean. Emily-Jane replied, "I just appreciate all those years you were my friend, that's all. I can't say that enough, I guess."

Cassie looked at her, her eyes filling with tears. "You don't have to say thank you. I should be saying the same thing to you. If you hadn't been there all those years, I would have gone bonkers in that one horse town. You are my sister. I love you, man."

Emily-Jane laughed before reaching up to hug her friend. While there were times when she had felt like a troll under a bridge compared to Cassie, but that had been her own insecurities raging in her head. Her friend had never made her feel anything but beautiful but something their obvious differences did have the power to drag her down. 

Cassie was the quintessential Valley Girl that had somehow ended up thousands of miles from there. She had miles of blond hair, always seemed to have a tan, even in the dead of winter, and loved to shop. She had been a cheerleader while Emmie had been on the band. Emmie had been in the Beta Club, Cassie had been prom queen. That hadn't been enough to keep them from being the best of friends though. No, all that had taken was an asshole named Mark, Emmie thought.

"Enough of this emotional bullshit, tell me what's up with Mr. Stand and Salute. You both kept me and Tim up late last night," Cassie said, wiggling her eyebrows. 

Emmie froze like a deer in headlights. "Eep," was the only thing that emerged from her lips. 

Cassie bumped shoulders with her, laughing the whole time. "I'll take that as 'Oh, my gawd. He killed every brain cell that I had left.'"

Once Emily-Jane had the power of speech back, she turned to stare at her friend directly. "How the hell did you know?"

"That you just got fucked six ways from Sunday?" Cassie inquired, quirking an eyebrow.

"Yes, and would you keep it down, please, I don't think the people on the other side of the island heard you."

Cassie laughed, "I haven't been your best friend for 20 years for nothing. I know that look."

"What look?"

"That I-just-left-my-panties-in-his-pocket look."

"But I've never had that look-, " Emmie stammered to a stop, blushing.

Cassie smiled slightly. "Oh, but I remember you having that look at least once with me."

Emily-Jane looked over at her, blushing as she remembered the time they'd made out before bring each other to climax. It had all started as a dare. Cassie, of course, had been the instigator. She had often been the one to push them both into things that hadn't been what they were supposed to be doing. 

Emmie cleared her throat. "Well, anyway, if you must know-"

"Oh, I must," Cassie interjected. "I must."

"-We did in fact make love."

Cassie just grinned. "I know. Tim and I are in the room right next to yours. We got all the 'Luke, fuck mes'."

Cassie leaned in and whispered in Emmie's ear as the other woman shivered. "I had almost forgotten what you sound like. Tim couldn't keep his hands off me the whole damn time. I think the man has a serious thing about us. The whole time we were feuding he kept asking me to get over it and just get back together. I think it might be because I showed him that video we made of us that one time we made out. He had the dang thing converted to DVD a few years ago and watches it at least once a month."

"Shit, now, I'm never gonna be able to look at your husband again without thinking that he's thinking about his wife sucking on my tits. Thanks a lot. This wedding is gonna blow if I get stuck walking down the aisle with him," Emily-Jane said, playfully glaring at her friend. Tim had quickly became friend with Blaine after the men had bonded over Clemson football the first time Barbara had brought him over to Emily-Jane's parent's house. He, along with Luke and Dillon, were the only one's standing up with him. Barbara, on the other hand, had 5 bridesmaids and one maid of honor, Emily-Jane. 

Cassie simply grinned. "You have no idea how much he loves your ass, by the way. It makes him crazy when I tell him how I use to touch it."

Emmie snorted. "You are such a liar. You only touched me that one time on the ass and it was for like four seconds."

"I know that, and you know that, but he doesn't. And what he doesn't know, will get me a lot more sex out of the bargain," she said, grinning cheekily.

"You are such a slut," Emily-Jane said. 

"Yep, that's why he married me. That and 'cause I give good head," Cassie said, wiggling her eye

eyebrows.

The friends sat on the beach for hours, getting to know each other once again. Even though they had been keeping up with other via Emmie's mother, the little things still had to be discovered and the two women enjoyed each minute of it. Soon it was getting late and they knew that they had head back to the house. They grabbed their things and started back toward the door. 

Before they went in, Cassie grasped Emily-Jane's arm, pulling her to a stop. "Before we go back in, I want to tell you again that I'm sorry that we lost all those years because I was stupid. I should have been there and I'm sorry for that. I love you and I hope that you truly forgive me."

"Cass, I love you too. And you aren't the only one in this that holds some blame. I should have called you when I needed you and I didn't. I could have bridged that gap just like you could have, but I was too prideful. I was afraid, I guess, that you would tell me to fuck off and to leave you alone."

Cassie looked at Emmie a few minutes before pulling her into a hug. "You are such an idiot sometimes, but that's one of the things I love about you. Now come on, I got something in my room for you. Tim thought we would have time to talk so he made sure I brought something you might like to have."

Emily-Jane looked at Cassie, but the other woman just shook her head and led the way to the bedrooms in silence. Cassie opened the door to the room and walked in. She headed for her suitcase and opened the front compartment. She pulled a slim disc from the bag and brought it over to Emily-Jane. 

"Here. This is yours."

Emily-Jane took it, turning it over and over before looking at her friend. "What is it?"

Cassie rolled her eyes. "Tim, in all his infinite wisdom, made two copies of that movie we made. He thought you might want the other one. So he put it in my bag and didn't tell me about it until we were on the plane. I told you, the man is infatuated with ass. Specifically yours."

"I knew that was why he married you. He loved that ghetto booty of yours," Emmie said.

"Hey, you can't talk. You got just as much junk in your trunk as do, if not more."

"Yeah, but yours is much more firm."

"Shut up and get out of here. I want to take a shower and relax for while," Cassie said, pushing her friend out the door. 

"Maybe I should stay and help you. Your husband might like that one," Emily-Jane laughed.

"And you call me a slut. Go," she said and closed the door in Emmie's face. 

Emily-Jane laughed and headed to her room, where she showered and changed before heading down to play Halo with her nephew before dinner. Just as she had killed his Master Chief for the 5th time, her mom called them into the dining room. They headed to the table and sat down where Emmie find out that her mother had been playing match maker. She had seat her right by Luke.

He smiled at her and pulled her seat out for her. As he pushed the seat in, he whispered into her ear, "I missed my little slut today. Did you miss me?"

Emmie didn't reply and in fact tried to ignore him for the whole dinner. Her mother kept trying to push the two into discussion but Emily-Jane wouldn't budge. She was still afraid of the feelings that she was feeling for him and afraid wasn't a feeling that she took well. She didn't want to be in love with a man like Luke, a man whose job was so demanding and scary, truthfully. She was afraid that once she started to really care for this man, he would have to ship out and then god knew what could happen to him. 

Before long she was able to escape to her room after explaining to her sister that she didn't give two shits about the color of tulips and while she had an opinion on the arrangements, they didn't quite match Barbara's idea of where they should go. Who knew her sister could turn that shade of purple when it was suggested just where she could put those flower arrangements of hers.




Sweet Surrender Ch. 02



Luke waited 10 minutes after Emily-Jane went up to her room before following her. He had missed her terribly all day but Blaine had needed his support all damn day for one thing or another. If getting married took this much damn time, then Emmie and he were definitely going elope, he thought. He had thought that she would feel the same thing but at dinner she had done everything she could to pull away from him. While some of that could have been explained by the fact her family was there and she didn't want to appear to into him, there was something else that was figuring into that. He wasn't sure what it was but he aimed to find out.

He knocked lightly on the door and didn't receive a response. He waited a few moments before letting himself into her room. She wasn't in the bedroom but he could hear her singing along with the radio in the bath. He smiled and sat down on the bed, propping himself up against the headboard. He seized the remote control and turned on the TV low. He ran through the channels before realizing there was nothing on. Just before turning off the television, he saw a DVD lying on the bedside table. It was a plain DVD, one that was used to burn home movies to via a computer. Luke looked around for a computer to see where she could have made a video at, but was unable to located one. 

Intrigued, Luke rose from the bed, taking the disc with him to the entertainment center. Never once did the thought that he would be invading Emily-Jane's personal space cross his mind. The only thing he could think was there was a something on that video that he had to see, no matter what it was. He placed the DVD in the player and returned back to the bed before pressing play. 

He pulled his t-shirt off quickly before pushed a pillow behind his head and set back to watch. At first there was only a view of a room, one done in pinks and whites. The camera was focused on the main object in the room. There was a four-poster bed with stuffed animals on it, but looking at the posters surrounding the bed, Luke had an idea that the little girl that lived her life in that room wasn't as young as her parent's probably wished she still was. 

Luke could hear girlish giggling before suddenly two faces appeared in front of the lens. He recognized Emmie almost immediately. She looked almost just she did now. She was chubby with that same long brown hair. The only differences from her now and the young girl on the video were 10 years and a pair of black glasses perched on her nose. The girls looked like they were 18 or so. She was adorable though and he loved this view of what she had been like when she was younger. She was also wearing sexiest skirt that he'd ever seen. She, along with the other girl in the film, had a dark blue tartan skirt on. It barely reached the knee, coming just inches from the top of her knee socks. She had a white dress shirt pulled tightly over those magnificent breasts of hers and for a second, he was lost in thought of how he would have loved to fuck her at this age. He would have stolen into her princess room at night to peel her nightgown from her young nubile body before plunging deep into her. 

Luke was pulled from his fantasy as he heard her voice coming through the television.

"Are you sure we should do this, Cassie? I mean what if my parent's come home or something? We could get in a lot of trouble."

Luke took a second to look at the other young woman in the video. He had noticed that she was Emmie's best friend, who he'd met just a while earlier at dinner but hadn't been able to really see anything but Emily-Jane. The friend, Cassie, had looked great at that age as well. Nothing compared to his woman but he wasn't blind, just taken.

Luke heard Cassie sigh on the video and returned his whole attention to the screen. The girls had sat down on the bed facing each. Emmie was gnawing on her bottom lip like she did when she was nervous while Cassie just appeared to be brimming with excitement. What were these two imps up to?

"Em, I thought you said you wanted to do this."

Emily-Jane traced a pattern on the comforter in front of her. "I do. I'm just really nervous. I don't want to get in trouble. What if someone comes in?"

Cassie grabbed her hand. "No one is gonna come in. Your parent's won't be home for hours. And you just said that your sister and Dillon were out shopping so would you please relax?"

Emmie looked up at her friend, and seemed to draw courage from what she saw in Cassie's face. "OK. Let's do it. I don't want to go to college not knowing what it's like to never kiss someone."

The girls leaned in and without a bit of warning, kissed each other on the lips. And at that moment, Luke knew that there was a God in heaven and that he was gifting him with a special present. The girls kissed for a few minutes, the only sounds on the video quiet moans and sighs as they discovered the joys of the French kiss. 

However, it wasn't long before they were sitting back and Luke was groaning in anguish. He wanted to scream at the TV for them not to stop but he knew that he had to be as quiet as he could be or he would get busted by the main character in this amateur girl-on-girl action. 

"So," Cassie asked huskily, "How was it?"

Emmie's lips were still puckered as if she was waiting for her friend to continue. She blinked open her eyes, gazing at Cassie as if she had just woken from a nap. "It was great. Thank you."

"You're welcome. Do you want to maybe try a little more?" Cassie said, smoothing a hand down Emily-Jane's hair. 

Luke watched as his beautiful nymph blush and nodded her head. "Yes, please." Luke didn't even try to contain his moan then. God, he loved how innocent she could be. She tried to be so hard all the time, but once you got her in the bedroom, she turned into a virgin on her wedding night. 

Just then, the bathroom down flew open and out stormed Emmie. "What the hell, man? You are really beginning to get on my last nerve. I can't even take a bath without finding you in my room, watching TV in my bed. You are really turning into a stalker."

Luke only heard about two sentences of the whole conversation because the Emmie on the screen had begun to unbutton her shirt. She shyly unbuttoned the shirt until it hung open on her chest, affording him a view of her plain white bra. Never before had an industrial strength bra held his attention but he would never look at them in the same light again. He swallowed hard as she shrugged the shirt off and sat on the bed with her best friend, in nothing but a bra and a skirt. 

"Fuck, Luke. Are you even listening to me?" Emily-Jane screeched as she stalked over to stand in front of the television. 

"Yes, I'm listening. You're complaining about your lack of personal space. I don't think there's any need for me to apologize about watching this video because we both know that I would be lying if I said I was sorry," Luke said, grinning up at her. 

He watched as her lips quirked before she brought them back under control. "That's not the point. You can't just come into my room like this. Someone might come in at anytime and I don't know about you but I don't want to explain what we're doing."

He shrugged. "It's gonna come up sooner or later. Doesn't matter to me when people find out about us. I'm not going anywhere. As soon as you figure that out, the better the both of us will be. Now come here. I haven't held you for while and I miss the feeling of you in my arms."

Luke held his arms out and simply waited for her. She looked at him for a few more moments before apparently reaching a conclusion in her mind. She shrugged off the towel that had been wrapped around her luscious body, letting it drop to the floor before sliding into bed and his arms. She sighed as his arms tightened around her body. 

"So," he said, drawing out the word, "I didn't know you were a lesbian."

He yelped as she pinched his side. "I'm not a lesbian. And neither is Cassie. I know you saw her husband, Tim, tonight at supper. You can tell they are very much in love."

"Yeah, it helps that she's obviously 6 months pregnant too."

"She actually 7 months," she chimed.

"Thank you, smart ass. Anyway, you two make out a lot when you were young," he asked, watching as the younger Emmie arched her tit into her best friend's mouth. By now, his cock was so hard he could have punched a hole in the ceiling. 

Emily-Jane could feel a blush climbing her face and did the only thing she could think of. She soothed her hand down his body, tracing a pattern around his nipples, connecting them with Celtic designs. "No, this is the one and only time we ever made out."

Luke moaned as she flicked his nipple with her nail, before tugging on it gently. "Well, you certainly look like you are enjoying yourself."

She laughed, moaning as she rubbed her wet slit against his leg. She loved the feel of his body underneath her hands. He was so hard compared to her and she loved the contrast between them. He was the only person who had ever made her feel alive. She wanted to grab ahold of him and never let go. 

"Cassie's a great kisser. She taught me everything I know about kissing."

"Remind me to thank her when I see her next time," Luke said, dipping his head down to seal his lips with hers. She pushed her tongue into his mouth to duel with his. She couldn't control her movement and it wasn't long before she was gyrating against him.

"Luke, fuck me. Please," she begged.

For a moment, he actually thought of doing just what she wanted but he wanted to see the video more. "No, I want to see what else happens. Now sit down here and behave or I'll make you wish that you had." He spanked her ass cheek, causing her to squeal in delight.

Emmie groaned, images of the kind of punishment she wanted him to give her, running through her mind. Suddenly an idea came to her. She slithered down his body until her head was above his crotch. Before he knew what she was up to, she had pulled his cock out of his pants. He was hard and she couldn't resist licking her lips at the thought of him sliding his cock deep into her throat. Emily-Jane had never particularly like oral sex before but Luke made her feel like she could do anything and everything for him. She never had to worry about whether he liked it or not. He seemed to like whatever she did. 

She blew lightly on him and watched as a drop of pre-cum beaded on his cock. Looking up at him, she saw that he was watching her. She winked at him. "Watch the movie. I've found something to keep my interest for a while. There's not a lot left on there anyway, I don't think."

Not giving him a chance to second guess her, she plunged her mouth down on his cock. He was HUGE in her mouth! The taste of him was intoxicating and she loved every second of it. She went slowly for fear of gagging but it wasn't long before she was bobbing up and down on his tool.

Luke couldn't believe his fucking luck. He had died and gone to heaven. He was getting a wet sexy blow job while he watched a movie containing his woman getting her nipples licked by another woman. He thought he should pinch himself to make sure he was awake but he really didn't want to wake up if he was dreaming. Luke closed his eyes briefly as Emmie sucked his cock deep into the back of his throat and when he opened his eyes, young Emmie was grinding her cunt into her best friend's hand. It was just too much for him and he cried to Emily-Jane that he was going to cum. She clamped her mouth tightly around his cock and he went quickly over the edge, blasting her throat with streams of cum. 

Luke pulled Emmie up into his arms and held her as his heart beat returned to normal. He kissed the top of her head and smiled as she continued to grind her pussy into his leg. "So why do you have this DVD?"

She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Cassie made it and then she had to show it to her husband, who is a major perv. He made a copy of it and he brought it with them for me to have. I had honestly forgotten about the damn thing until she said something about it today. Seems Tim likes to watch as his wife does another woman."

"Can't say that I blame the man. I personally enjoyed watching you get your tits sucked by your friend."

He rubbed her back and as she rubbed her hardened nipples against his side, his cock began to gain strength again. She was the only woman who had ever made him have more than one orgasm a night. 

"So do you want to do that with her again?" he asked innocently.

Emmie looked at him and grinned. "No, I am not into girls. We only did that 'cause Cassie knew how much I didn't want to go to college having never been kissed before. Plus, I think if we did that again, Tim would have a heart attack and I couldn't have that loss on my conscience."

Luke dipped his head and kissed her softly on the lips. "You are so beautiful. God, I can't wait to slide my cock into you. Lay down on your stomach for me, baby, I want to look at that pretty ass that was bouncing on that video just a second ago."

Emmie groaned and quickly moved to do as he said. "You and Tim have something in common. Cassie says he loves my ass for some reason. I don't know why when he's got her gorgeous one in front of him all the time."

Luke rose from the bed and pulled his jeans from him. He turned back to the bed and the sight in front him was breath taking. Emmie was perched on her knees and elbows, looking back at him with longing in her eyes.

"Are you going to fuck me now?" she moaned.

"Yes, slut. Do you need me to fuck that hot wet cunt hard?"

"Yessss," she groaned.

He came back to the bed and pulled her to the edge so she was bent over it. He smoothed a hand down her spine, loving the purr she made as he grasped her hair in his fist. He wrapped her hair around his hand and pulled her head back, making her gasp. She arched her body with the movement and growled. That was all the encouragement that he needed. Quickly he slammed his hard cock into her tight pussy making them both bellow. 

Luke seated himself deep into her and molded his body over hers. "Do you know what it did to me to watch you get fucked by another person's hand, slut? To feel you suck my cock like a fucking pro while I watched you make out with someone else? God, you are such a whore. I can't believe I'm fucking someone who lets their best friend fuck them on camera."

As he pounded her deeper and deeper into the mattress, he continued to taunt her. "You wanted her to lick your cunt, didn't you, dirty slut? You wanted her to hold you down and latch her mouth down on your dirty little clit, didn't you? Answer me, slut, and I might let you cum on my cock."

Emmie cried out, "Yes, I wanted to have her eat me," just seconds before flooding his cock with her cum. Luke shouted his joy as he filled her cunt once again with his cum. As he felt his legs weaken, he summoned the last bit of strength he had to pull from her before sliding them both beneath the covers. 

"Damn, woman," he whispered, "you are going to kill me if you keep this shit up." Her only response was a giggle before succumbing to sleep.



Sweet Surrender Ch. 03



Nikki inhaled sharply and said "get the fuck off me." I hesitated, unsure that she meant what I heard. "Now baby, get up. I want to fuck the shit out of you."

Her lust took hold of both of us and I acquiesced. On withdrawing, the air inside her popped as my cock came out. What's that smell? Oh my god, her shit is on my cock. "I need to go clean up" I said and then leapt of the bed in disgust.

We entered the bathroom together and while she turned on the shower I looked in the mirror to inspect my neck. The mark was hardly noticeable and I figured it would fade out before I went home. When I turned to Nikki she said "come here, let me see."

"It's nothing," I said. "I'm okay."

"Good." 

Under the water, I felt the cleansing begin. Perspiration clung to my skin like a thick mud mask and I just wanted the shit smell to leave us as soon as possible. Nikki hugged me from behind and when I felt clean enough to face her I turned around. Her arms went above my shoulders, encircling me as she stretched upward to kiss me. We made out like lovers and soon after I had all but forgotten about the reason we were in the shower. 

We broke the kiss and I turned us around so Nikki could get wet. God damn she looks great. Even nude she is a sexual knockout. My cock rises. He wants some action on that ass again. In the phone calls I usually needed about 30 minutes of recovery in order to go again. Not today, not with Nikki.

She turns to me and spies my erection and then smiles up at me with that special gleam in her eye. It's a gleam that I am coming to notice and enjoy. The body tells the truth about how one person feels for another. If you can interpret correctly you have it made. Her gaze speaks volumes to me. She is a keeper, someone to love over and over and over again; someone to love me back. 

At 45 I am still young enough looking on the outside to get away with dating someone who looks as great as Nikki does. And with her in my presence I feel the stamina of a young bull. 

Her hands are soapy and she bathes my cock and balls with loving tenderness. "You have a beautiful cock baby. I love it."

"I love what you are doing now."

"I want total control baby" she said.

"You have it."

"Maybe. Maybe not." She looked at me and waited for a response and then I felt a sharp pain in my genital area. 

"Ow, that hurts!"

"Aww baby, I'm just playing a little." She stroked my cock with a closed fist. The wonderful sensation returned. "Is that better baby?"

"Uh huh."

"I want to take you to an edge where you need to cum and I won't let you until you make a choice that has real consequences. Something life changing for both of us," she said and stroked my cock head faster.

She has control now. I am turned on again and licking my lips like a dog does when he humps your leg. 

"What can I do for you Mistress?"

She handed me the soap and said "wash me."

I washed her entire body including her hair, saving her cock for last. As she rinsed, I knelt down in the tub and took her into my mouth again. For several minutes I gave Nikki a blow job while the water cascaded over both of us. She tasted great and with each passing moment my love for her grew. I could definitely get used to this full-time. 

While I sucked her dick, Mistress made me fully aware that my mouth was pleasurable but that my behavior was based on what I wanted and not what she requested. It was a sign that I am not in her total control. When she finished speaking I withdrew and apologized. But her hand went to the back of my head and she said "Don't stop now, I like it. Suck my cock bitch."

I liked the tone she used. It was playful yet serious. It was the first time I think she ever called me a bitch. It felt like a reward to me. 

She pulled out of my mouth, turned to face the shower water and placed her hands on the wall. The water crashed against her chest and splashed down to me. My knees hurt a little on the hard dull surface of the tub but I was curious about what she wanted next. 

She reached back and pried one of her ass cheeks to the side. 

"Oh my god," I mumbled. 

Rimming and tasting the inside of her ass hole had been the subject of many calls. And now the live opportunity was upon us. Mistress let go of her cheek and then shook her ass and said "pry me open baby and tongue me good. Show me what a good whore you really are."

I pried her cheeks open with both hands and dove in mouth first. On contact Mistress moaned and I sealed my lips over her hole like a pro. It was the same maneuver I've used to attack many inflamed pussies but this was way better because I was living the role as my Mistress' whore. With my lips forming the perfect seal, I dabbed my tongue tip directly onto her pucker. Mistress' moans were music to my ears as I swiped my tongue tip over and back across her anus. Then in one grand push I achieved penetration. The act alone, tasting another person's asshole is vile, but to do it for someone you love is the core of sweet surrender. And, so I pressed onward tonguing her as deeply and thoroughly as possible.

I knew Mistress was really turned on when she began gyrating and pushing her ass onto my face. Her hand snuck back behind me and held my head in place as she continued to grind herself onto my face. I French-kissed her hole for several minutes and then had to stop and take a break.

"My neck hurts in this position. I need to stop." The taste in my mouth is turning foul and she turns around and feeds me her cock. It is rock hard and she uses it like a stick to take control of me. She saws it in and out of my throat while holding my head in both her hands. "That's it whore, show me what a good whore does for his Mistress." She seemed to get off on her own words as the pummeling grew stronger and stronger. Then she withdrew and slapped her cock against my cheek and said "let's go back to bed. I want to fuck your brains out."

Mistress stepped out of the shower and I stood to rinse off one last time. She towel dried as I took mouthfuls of water and rinsed out as much of the taste of her ass as I could. It's one thing to phone fuck ass licking and another to actually taste it. 

After I turned off the water she was at the doorway and said "use some mouthwash and then come to me ready to be used." I dropped the towel and then used the mouthwash while my cock grew harder and harder. Nikki's tone kissed a new level of lust within me and I really wanted to go to her as soon as possible. The rinse felt fantastic and then after I spit it out and took a drink of water directly from the tap, I swallowed and returned to our bed.

When I got there, Mistress was standing on the opposite side of the room and said "get on the bed lover and lay face down."

After laying face down on the bed I rest my head on the pillow and felt so relaxed I nearly went to sleep. But Nikki had a plan and she got on the bed with me. She straddled my back and I felt her cock and then her breasts on my skin as she leaned over me and pulled two leather straps out from underneath the pillows. All the time we made love they must have been there but I hadn't noticed them.

I knew instantly that I would be tied down securely and that if I didn't want that now was the time to get up. Even after my first wrist was bound with the strap I knew that I could escape. But after she secured my right wrist too, escape would be difficult. Still, I did nothing to stop her for the simple reason that I came here to surrender to her. To resist her now would be counter-productive to say the least. 

She turned herself around with the deftness of a gymnast while remaining prone over me. From there she reached under the covers and extracted leather strap number 3. With ease she fastened this strap to my left ankle and then in another two minutes my right ankle was just as secure. 

Now I lay on the bed with my left cheek resting on the pillow and my four limbs secured by the leather straps. 

"I think you are bound securely but just for grins try and escape," she said.

The straps had very little slack thereby severely limiting the distance I might move one limb toward another. I grabbed for leather above my left wrist and attempted to hold it in my fist and pull against the bed. Unfortunately there wasn't enough slack to grab in the strap and so I simply pulled against the straps with all four limbs at once and then I gave up. It wasn't much of a struggle and so far I had no reason to want to get away.

"Humor me baby. Give it you best all out effort. I want to know you are securely bound," she said.

I pulled as hard as I could with all 4 limbs again and managed to bounce Mistress off of me but to no avail I could not break free from the straps. She took position alongside me and gazed into my eye. "That's good baby, I'm glad to know you are secure. Now I can do whatever I want and you can't stop me."

Her message sends a chill down my spine and I feel it travel down the entire length of my legs and to my toes. 

"Up until now I let you be in control. Everything has been at your convenience and now it's my turn." For emphasis on her final word, Nikki raked one of her nails down my back. My reaction was to moan and feel my erection press into the mattress. 

She got off the bed momentarily and I could hear a cabinet drawer open and the retrieval of something within it. Then I felt something heavy land on my back followed by Nikki jumping onto the bed. 

"Okay, lover. Now the fun is really going to begin." I felt Nikki move the bag to the other side of me and then she straddled me again. Her thighs hugged my rib cage and cock lay on my back while she unzipped the heavy bag. 

I waited patiently not wanting to say anything and spoil her moment for us. This was our first weekend to experience the joys of physical contact and I was feeling on top of the world just to be here with her. 

"Okay now I want you to lift your head and try to look at the headboard." As I moved my head to comply with her wish she said "that's it, now hold still." And to my surprise I felt a round rubbery object press to my lips and a netting of some sort slip over my head. Quicker than two shakes of a lamb's tail I was now ball-gagged. "Let me see," she said as she tried to move around to face me. "Oh yeah, it fits you perfectly."

Now I want to talk and can't. When I move my head to be cheek-side down on the pillow, Nikki says "don't get used to that position for long baby," then she yanked the pillow out from under me and laughed as she threw it off the bed. I said in response "why the fuck did you do that?" but all she heard was muffled sounds.

Then I felt something hard and confining press against my neck. "It's a training collar. If you were standing it would hold your head up for you. Isn't this great? "No it isn't great Nikki. Get me out of this thing, please!" She had to know I was struggling with acceptance here but to her credit she did nothing to free me.

Then Nikki moved over me, rubbing her breasts lightly on my skin. I could tell her nipples were hard and they created such a nice loving feeling on my back. Then as she began whispering my cock grew harder.

"You are going to give up so much more for Mistress Nikki. Nod your head to show me you love me and that you want me to take everything from you piece by piece until you are completely mine."

I attempted to nod but the collar on my neck prevented it. But she acknowledged my response with a wet kiss to my ear followed by another lust quenching whisper. "I love how compliant you are. It makes what I want to do with you so much more delectable. Soon you will have a choice also. Focus on pleasing me and then you can make the right decision."

What decision?

She's behind me again and soon I feel my ass cheeks pried open and Nikki's tongue is licking my anus. It's my first time to ever receive this feeling. God it feels great. I moan on each lick hoping she'll keep going. But alas she ceases her activity and then I feel something cool and pressing on my anus. "Just some lube baby, just to be safe." She pushes her lubed finger inside me, pausing before pushing again. Then she pulls it out entirely and I feel the lube squish as my cheeks come together. Her hand returns to my ass and she pries it open enough to apply more lube. Her approach is methodical and when two fingers slide easily inside me I know I am ready for the next step. 

I am not made to wait long at all. The next sensation is my ass hole being force open by something hard and wide. It almost feels too wide until it penetrates my anal ring. There is no relief in the pressure as the object slides inside me. It's definitely artificial and much wider than anything I have ever shoved in. When it doesn't seem to go in any deeper she holds it in place and taps the end of it with her fingers. I can't say that I am adjusting to this invasion. It's so wide but not too wide.

I moan onto the ball gag as she begins to withdraw the object from my ass. When she removes it completely, I feel like my ass closes up slowly. 

"Stay right there," she says playfully and leaps off the bed. "I'll be right back."

She returns a few minutes later. "It was dirty and had to be cleaned." 

I am embarrassed and glad to be facing down.

"I think it was a little too much too soon. I should try something smaller first."

"Absolutely!" I exclaimed but only I understood what I said.

"Oh really?" she asked. "Well okay, let's try it again then."

"No!" I began rocking against the leather straps but to no avail.

I felt Mistress cover me with her body again. Her mouth opened over my ear and then she tongued it lightly before whispering "ssh, darling, it's okay. Mistress gets what Mistress wants. Doesn't she? Isn't that what good whores are for?"

Her whisper soothes me. Her lust awakens my obedience and I nod as best I can within the confines of the collar. 

"That's it baby" she whispers again. I can feel her cock on me as she begins to hump and grind against my backside. Her arms and legs extend over mine and she continues humping her cock against me, pushing it into the crack between my cheeks. I am so wet down there that she reaches my anus rather quickly. She knows by feel when her tool aligns with my ass hole because the horizontal movement into me is deliberate and smooth. 

Live cock feels so much better than artificial cock. And Mistress' cock feels most wonderful of all. I can't help but rub myself onto the mattress as she fills my ass with her own sweet hard cock. "Be still lover," she whispers. "Let me invade you completely. Feel my shaft grow as I push it into you deeper and deeper." 

When the base of her cock reached inside my ass cheeks she ground herself harder against me until her cock pushed inside me as far as it would go. There she held herself in place as her cock expanded and throbbed. 

I sigh into my ball gag. My saliva is beginning to cover the ball and then drip back to my mouth. Then sensation bothers me yet there is nothing I can do and so I try to ignore it. Mistress' cock feels wonderful. Her soft womanly body rests upon me like a blanket of love and I try to concentrate on being the best whore I can possibly be.

To be sodomized by this woman is an ultimate experience. I always thought she would grip my hips and ram it home harder and harder until she sprayed her hot load inside me. Yet as she takes me in this slow grinding manner, I admit this initial feeling is so much better than I had imagined.

Mistress moans as she holds herself in place over me. I can feel her breath and then the tip of her tongue on my ear as my ass hole is stretched and filled. Yet the slowness of her pace takes its toll. I am well stimulated now and feeling the need for faster, deeper and harder penetration. Still, she takes her time and proceeds at her own pace and I wonder why she doesn't go faster.

She is every bit aware of my need as she whispers "I can feel your need building as I fuck you slow. You need to be rammed hard, don't you?"

I nod for her and she says "ssh baby just feel yourself teased as I slowly take you up the mountain. It's a tall mountain too. There is a long way to go and we are going slow. Feel my cock baby. Your ass is so tight. I love how you feel on my dominant cock."

As Mistress began her withdrawal, I squeezed down my anus and attempted to suck her back in. If she was going to move so slowly perhaps I could get her to the rush point more quickly by providing resistance stimulation. For each push inward, I pushed my pucker outward. It's a trick I learned from another phone sex girl, long before I met Mistress. 

"Mmm baby, I love what you are doing for your Mistress. But save that for later, right now I wish to go at my own pace."

I cannot help it. I disobey her and continue the resistance stimulation exercise. 

"It makes you crazy doesn't it? My slow penetration frustrates you. I love it."

I nod and mumble into my ball gag. The ball feels so wet in my mouth now.

"Give in to me baby. Give in to your Mistress" she whispered. "Accept my cock and the pace I choose."

When I let go of my anal grip on her cock she kisses the left side of my face. "That's it darling," she says "let yourself go, just drift along on your cloud as I slowly enjoy the satisfaction of control."

The cloud reference triggers a sense of calm in me and I begin to relax as best I can under the circumstance. Her whispers take me into a deeper relaxation and I feel a peace consume me.

Time passes quickly as Mistress invades my ass with her pulsing cock and out of nowhere it seems as though I awaken to her whisper. "You've done so well, your Mistress wants to know if you are in touch with a need to cum."

I moan into my ball gag.

"I knew you would" she says hurriedly. "I love knowing I brought you to this point. It makes the sacrifice so much sweeter."

I continue moaning as I grow more acutely aware of my need. My cock wants to pulse. Her cock feels wonderful and I can't help but start to hump the mattress again. 

"That's its baby. Hump the mattress for your Mistress. Bring yourself closer but be prepared to give up your orgasm to me. You haven't earned that privilege yet have you?"

"Yes I have. What do you call this slow anal sex?" I ask into the ball.

She continues her slow grinding assault on my ass hole as she whispers "It's time to remove your collar." And as she removes it, I feel the cool air envelop my neck. It's wonderful to be free of that thing.

Mistress returns to full coverage over me. Her mouth settles on the side of my neck while her cock continues to slowly penetrate and stuff itself into my ass hole. Her lips suck in my skin again and I am reminded of the bite she gave me earlier. I feel myself tensing in fear and she whispers "relax darling," she kisses my neck again and then says "it's time to let me have what I want." She pauses to lightly kiss my neck yet again. 

Then I feel her stretch like a cat and put something in my right hand. It's a cell phone. She moves my thumb onto a button and says "it's set to call your wife. Press down here when you want me to stop." Then she inhaled sharply and the pitch in her voice rose high as she re-settled herself on me. In one more movement her mouth went straight to my neck and she bit me.

Her teeth sank into my flesh like a wolf bites its prey. The pain sent shockwaves coursing through me and then she let up and sucked my flesh with only her lips. The reprieve was momentary and in that moment I noted that her cock was now sawing rapidly in and out of my ass. I began to hump the mattress again as though on auto-pilot. Then she sank her teeth into my neck once more. This time, I pressed the button. The phone rang and as I felt around for the stop call button I panicked and dropped the phone.




Sweet Surrender Ch. 03



Luke awoke slowly, pulling himself from the most amazing dream he'd ever had. In his dream, he had been making love to the most beautiful woman he had ever seen and as he slammed his cock into her, she would scream that she loved him so much. After making her cum three times, he had pulled out of her tight, gushing pussy and she had kneeled before him to take his cock into her mouth. She had looked up at him with gorgeous brown eyes and pushed her long brown hair behind her shoulder. She had smiled at him before leaning in and engulfed his cock into her warm mouth. She softly licked the tip with the edge of her tongue, sucking him hard as he moaned. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her further onto his hard-on, groaning as she hummed her approval along his rod. She brought one of her hands up to grasp his length, jerking him as she sucked the head of his cock as deep into her mouth as she could. She swirled her tongue underneath the head, using her knowledge of him to bring him the most pleasure. She was perfect and he couldn't wait to fill her mouth with his cum. 

Luke smiled as he opened his eyes and looked down to watch Emily-Jane suck his cock into her mouth again. God, what a way to start the day, he thought. As good as the dream had been, it didn't compare to the feeling of her wet hot mouth, dragging him closer and closer to the edge. He was unable to control his thrusts into her mouth and she didn't seem to mind that he was trying to drill a hole in the back of her head. In fact, if the way she was grinding her cunt into the bed sheets were any clue, she was just as hot for this as he was. 

"You are such a little slut, aren't you, little girl? Do you get off on making a man cum?"

She pulled her mouth from him for moment as she said, "Not every man, but I seem to like making you cum. Don't you like it?" she asked in an innocent voice. 

"Oh, baby, I love it, but I want to make you cum first. Come up here and let me fuck that beautiful cunt," he reached down to pull her up to ride his cock. She pulled back from his hands and giggled. 

"No, I can't, I don't have time. It's almost 8:30 and I have to be ready by 9:15. But you looked so damn good lying here, I couldn't just leave you with this massive hard-on of yours. I don't have time right now to get anything in return. But you can definitely make it up to me later," she winked as she returned her head to his cock, pulling him deep again. 

He couldn't contain his moan as he watched her bob her head. He felt her teeth lightly graze him and knew that he wouldn't have long to last. She really was amazing, he thought. She made him feel better than anyone else he had ever been with and he didn't know what he was going to do without her. She made him want to get up and start the day with a huge smile on his face. The joy he had found in between her thighs had been more than enough to show him that he needed to ask this woman to marry him so he could tie her to the bed and fuck her every day until they both died from exhaustion. 

He grabbed her head to stop her as she bobbed her head faster and faster, not wanting to cum without making her happy first. She would have none of that though, she simply started to swirl her tongue around the head of his cock, smiling as he said "Fuck!" 

The little minx slid her other hand up his chest and latched her fingers onto one of his nipples. He groaned as she tugged on his nipple with her fingers and on his cock with her mouth. The sensation of them both was too much and he moaned as he shot stream after stream into her mouth. He slammed both hands down on her head, making her take every bit of his cum down her throat.

Emily-Jane laid her head on his stomach, kissing the skin there as he tried to slow his fast-beating heart and soften his breathing. God, she was so beautiful. He couldn't get over how he had been so lucky to find her. Sure, they still had a long way to go before he got the white picket fence and a whole passel of kids. The thought of her pregnant with his children was enough to get him hard again in that short period of time. He could almost see her body swollen with his child, her breasts firm with the milk that would nourish them. Luke lightly ran his fingers through her hair, watching as the morning sun shot gold into her hair. 

She ran her thumb over a scar on his abdomen, before turning those eyes that seem to see too much up at him. "Where did you get this from?"

Luke had known it was only a matter of time before they had this particular discussion. He had a warrior's body, one that had seen its share of bad things, and while none of those stories were ones he wanted to remember, he told her anyway. 

"I got it fighting an officer during boot camp. I knew I'd always wanted to be more than just a grunt. I wanted to make the military my career, so I knew that I had to bring more to the table than the other guys who were just looking for a way to make college money. During the exercise, I was supposed to go left to get around the K-Bar he was pointing at me. Me being the idiot I am, I went right, right onto the end of his pig-sticker. Needless to say, neither one of us were happy with the other after that," he said, smiling slightly.

Emmie watched him for a second, trying to gage his face. Whatever she saw there must have been satisfactory 'cause she leaned in and kissed him on his scar. He groaned at the feeling of her lips on his skin. His heart dropped into his stomach as he watched as she licked his scar, lightly, almost as if she wanted to absorb it into her. He knew then that even if she couldn't say it yet, she loved him.

He pulled her into his arms, holding her tight. She ran her hand again down his chest, soothing him. "What about this one?" she asked, pointing to one on his bicep. 

Luke leaned in and sealed his lips to hers. He thrust his tongue into her mouth, moaning at the feel of that dark wet cavern. God, there wasn't anything about her he didn't love. He licked her mouth for a few moments, enjoying every little noise she made before pulling back from her. "I had an IAD go off about a hundred yards from the humvee I was riding in during my first tour of Iraq. A piece of shrapnel from the house that was on top of it blew into me."

He heard her suck in her breath and rushed to reassure her. "I was fine. They patched it back at base and I was fine after that. I was lucky in fact. One of the Marines riding with us lost an eye from it."

Emmie hugged Luke close to her. The thought of him being hurt in a situation as he described had the power to rob her of her breath. After getting to know him, feeling his body cradling hers at night, she couldn't imagine what she would do if she didn't have that. But she wasn't sure if she could deal with the constant worry that comes about when a loved one is in the military.

"I won't be getting any more of those now, I guess," Luke mussed, breaking into her thoughts.

She looked up at his face. "Why do you say that?" 

"Another reason I decided to take Blaine up on this marriage trip was because I'm just tired. He's been after me for the last 5 years or so to come to work with him at his company. I've been putting it off but now I'm not so sure. I don't think I could make as many sacrifices as I've been making."

Emmie couldn't believe her ears. For a second she thought she was still asleep but then she remembered what she had been doing just minutes before and knew she wasn't. He was actually going to get out of the military for her, she thought. This man was so damn good. She leaned in to show him just how much when there was a knock at the door. She groaned and looked at the clock. 

"Damn it," she said softly. "I lost track of time. I gotta get ready still. Can you check on that while I run get in the shower really quick?" 

She pulled from his arms and jumped from the bed. Emmie moved over to the dresser and pulled her panties and bra from the drawer. The knock came again and she yelled, "Just a minute" before turning to him. "Are you gonna get the door like I asked you or what?"

Luke stared at her, her beautiful breasts jiggling as she rushed around the room, grabbing her things for a shower. She was mindblowingly gorgeous and it took him a second to figure out that she was waiting for a response. "Uh, yeah, I'm getting up. Are you sure you want whoever's at the door to know I'm here though? I thought this was supposed to be a secret?"

Emmie stopped and looked at him. "Do you want it to be a secret?" Just that quick, her insecurities clicked in. Did he want it to be a secret because of the way she looked? Was he ashamed to be with her? 

"Hell, no. I want to tell everyone you're mine. I just thought that you didn't want anyone to know," he said as he grabbed his jeans from the floor and pulled them on quickly. Once he had them on, he went to her, pulling her into his arms. He groaned softly as her tits pressed into his stomach. "I want this to be forever. You know that."

Emmie felt her eyes fill with tears. She leaned in and kissed him lightly on the lips before pulling back to whisper against his lips, "Then go open the damn door so I can get in the shower before my sister kills me and you never get to fuck me again."

She laughed as he popped her on the ass as she walked into the adjoining bathroom. Once the door was closed behind her, he went to see who was at the door. He opened it to find Cassie on the other side looking impatient. "What the hell were y'all doing in there so long?" 

Luke opened his mouth to reply, stopping as she held up a hand. "Wait a second. Scratch that. The less I know, the less I'll have to erase from my memory banks later."

He could only grin. "What's the big hurry?"

"Barbara would like Emily-Jane's presence in 15 minutes. She would like her to be dressed presentably and be prepared to help in all her maid of honor duties," Cassie said dully.

Luke laughed. "She sent you up here to make sure she was ready to go?"

"No, I did that myself. I didn't want World War III when Emmie punched Barbie in the nose for waking her up."

"She's in the shower. Give her about 15 minutes and she'll be right down."

"Okie-doke. I'll tell the queen that Emmie's on her way. Just make sure it's only 15 minutes 'cause Barbara might decide that she has to come up and find out what the holdup is. And I don't think she'll like seeing her baby sister getting it from some guy she hardly knows," Cassie said, giving him the evil eye.

Never one to back down from a challenge, Luke said, "Would Barbara be the only one who has a problem with that, perhaps?"

"Nope. In fact, I can't say I'm too happy about it either. I mean, I love the fact that she's smiling again but I gotta wonder what your angle is. Are you gonna end up hurting her worse than that asshole did, 'cause be prepared to get an ass-kicking if that happens."

Luke rolled his eyes and sighed before leaning into her personal space. "You know, I'm really getting tired of being called a player. So here it goes. I'm laying it all out on the table for you. I love that woman in there. I don't care if you like that or not. I don't plan on ever hurting her. In fact, I would do just about anything to keep that from happening, however, I will kick the ass of the next person who says that I'm just here for the time being. It doesn't matter who happens to say it."

Cassie looked up at the man in front of her and tried not to laugh. She'd known as soon as she saw Emily-Jane and Luke together they were going to be incredible together. She also knew that if she didn't push the limits on that to see what Luke's take on it was, she would go crazy wondering. Even if she hadn't been with her friend in years, she hadn't stopped being her friend. She knew that this man would hurt Emmie worse than anything else.

"Well, all right then. Anyway, make sure she gets downstairs on time or else the shit's gonna hit the fan. You haven't seen Bridezilla yet and I'm hoping that I don't. Barbara is one crazy bitch when she gets mad."

Luke saluted smartly as she turned and headed back down the hallway. He wasn't too scared of Blaine's new wife. He knew that her sister could kick his ass though so he headed back into the room to tell her that she needed to hurry up. He could hear her singing as he entered the bathroom and couldn't restrain his grin. Emmie couldn't sing a lick but didn't seem to mind that. Whenever she went into to take a shower, she would always put on the radio and sing along. 

Luke peered into the room and saw her through the frosted shower door. Just seeing the outline of her naked body was enough to make his body hard once again. An idea came to him as he glanced back at the clock on the bedside table. She had 10 minutes and counting before she had to be downstairs. Ten minutes is a long time, he mused as he unbutton his jeans and slid them from his hips. 

As he got closer to the shower, he could see her dancing in the stall, holding her shampoo bottle as a microphone as she helped Lady Antebellum explain to a ex that love don't live here no more. He silently agreed that the only love being here was for him and him only. Grinning like an idiot he quickly jerked the door opened. As he expected, she froze and squealed loudly and dropped her shampoo bottle. He crowded into the shower with her before she could tell him no. 

Letting his eyes run over her body, he leaned back against the shower wall. Luke said a silent prayer every time he got a chance to see her naked body one more time. He swallowed as he watched a stream of water pave a path down her shoulder over her substantial tit. He held his breath as one drop clung to her nipple before plopping onto her stomach.

"Damn, Luke, you almost scared the shit out of me. Who was at the door?"

Luke leaned in, crowding her up against the other wall. "You look fine to me, more than fine in fact. Why don't you forget about your sister's wedding and let's stay in bed all day?"

She leaned back against the wall, her hands spread on the wall. With her arms placed like that, her chest stuck out unbelievably. She snorted in response to his question. "Luke, you are cute, but you ain't that damn cute. Now get your handsome ass out of here so I can wash my hair. Don't you have guy things you have to be doing with the boys? And who was at the fucking door?"

"You think I'm cute?" he asked teasingly. 

"You know you're cute. You know I think you're sex on a stick and at any other time would take you up on that wonderful proposition, but I don't have time. I have to get ready," she said, almost pleading with him.

Luke reached over and traced a ring around her nipple. "But I don't want you to. I want you to stay naked all the time. And if I can't get that, then I want you to let me fuck you right here. I want you to open those thighs and let me slam this hard cock into your tight snatch. Will you let me do that?" 

To tempt her, he grabbed his cock and stroked his hard length. He watched as she bit her lip, trying to decide if she had time. Luke, being the devious man he was, grasped her nipple once again with his free hand, squeezing it until she cried out "Yesss!" 

He jerked her to him, loving the feel of her body pressed up against his. He pulled her as close as he could get her, smashing his lips down on hers. He took both of her ass cheeks in his hands, pulling her from her feet. "Wrap your legs around me."

Gasping she said, "I'm too heavy, put me down."

"Wrap your fucking legs around me, slut. Don't question me," he growled. 

After a small power struggle in which she raked her fingernails down his chest and he bit her lip, she wrapped her legs around his hips. With that one move, she placed his cock in perfect alignment with her cunt. He wasted no time, plunging deep into her. He watched as she arched her back, groaning loudly. Knowing they didn't have a lot of time, he started a relentless rhythm that was sure to have her on edge soon. He latched his mouth over hers as she screamed with each hard thrust in the small chance that someone would hear her. He thrust his tongue into her mouth in time with his thrust in her cunt. With only 6 hard, long thrusts they both were close to cumming. 

Knowing they both needed it, he whispered in her ear, "Do you need to cum, little girl? Tell me you need to cum and I'll let you cum."

She pulled back and stared deep into his eyes. "Please let me cum, Daddy. I need your cum so bad, I am dying without it. Please."

"You are the best little girl. I want you to cum for me, slut, now, slut, NOW!"

He slammed into her rapidly, pushing her harder into the wall as they both came. They hung limp for a few minutes as the water grew colder on them. Finally, once Emily-Jane had her breath back, she pushed him back to look him in the eye. "Damn, man, I thought you were going to put my fat butt thru that wall there."

Luke lowered her to the floor, holding her steady as her knees buckled. "Yeah, but you loved it, so don't even try it."

She groaned as she got her legs underneath her. "I'm too old for this jungle sex shit. Yeah, I liked it. But you really have to start taking a no for an answer."

He quirked an eyebrow at her as she toweled off quickly. "Bullshit. I know you wanted that as much as I did."

"I did, but I didn't have time for that. Now my sister is going to kill me."

"Oh, by the way, Cassie was at the door and she said that you had 15 minutes before Barbara came up to get you," Luke said, glancing at the clock. "Well, you have 2 minutes now, but that's because you had to tempt me to fuck the shit out of you. You really have to start wearing clothes or we aren't going to be able to get anything done ever again."

He could only chuckle and duck as she screamed and threw her shoe at him. "You know you love me. Admit it."

They both froze as the words flew from his mouth. A voice in his head screamed that it was too early and he was going to push her away but she surprised him but whispering, "I do love you." 

"What?"

"I said, I love you," she said, louder. "And if that scares you, I understand. We've only known each other a few days and that is too early to know that you love someone. I totally understand if you don't feel the same way. I just wanted to tell you that."

She turned away from him and grabbed her clothing. Emmie couldn't meet his eyes, groaning to herself that she was so stupid. He had been joking around and she's ruined everything by admitting something that wasn't even possible yet. 

"I'm speechless," he said, softly. 

"Yeah, I know, I'm an idiot. Just forget I said anything ok?" Emily-Jane couldn't stop the tears from forming in her eyes as glanced at him. He really was so handsome, she thought, wanting to pinch herself that she was able to have even a few hours with him. The last few days had been more than she could dream for. And you had to go and fuck it up, a voice taunted. 

"No. I'm not going to forget it. I feel the same damn way. I just figured that I would be the one who would say it first. I didn't expect you would break first. Makes me feel a little weird. I thought I would have to wait a few months if not years before I got you to return my feelings," he said, coming to stand directly in front of her. 

"You love me too?" she whispered, afraid to believe her ears. 

"No, I've been chasing you because I like being blown off," he said, before pulling a page from her book and rolled his eyes. "Yes, I love you woman. I happen to think you are so incredibly beautiful and strong that it brings tears to my eyes whenever I think about all you've gone thru. I can't wait until I can ask you to marry me and we can have a family. But I'm willing to give you time to get use to the idea of us," he finished before she could stop him. 

"Oh, Luke," she said just as a knock came to the door. She muttered a curse under her breath before grabbing her robe off the bed and shrugging it on. She marched to the door and jerked it open to reveal her sister, Barbara. "What the fuck do you want?!"




Sweet Surrender Ch. 03



Barbara quirked an eyebrow at her and pursed her lips. She was as different from Emmie as day was from night. Skinny and drawn in the face, she looked as if she was the younger of the two instead of almost 10 years older. "I thought Cassie came up to tell you that we needed to leave in 15 minutes. I have to be at the caterers in 30 minutes and I'm not sure where it is."

"She did tell me, Barb, but you know what? I'm kinda of busy right now."

Barbara looked into the room and saw Luke standing by the bed, wearing nothing but a pair of jeans he had jerked on before Emily-Jane opened the door to reveal her grim reaper of a sister. He smiled and waved quickly. "I see," she murmured. "Well, perhaps I should ask someone else to take over your duties for the wedding."

Luke stepped back as Emmie exploded. "You know what? I don't give a shit. Get someone else to do it. I don't want to work for you anyway. I hate to tell you this, sister dear, but not everything in this fucking world revolves around your damn wedding. I hope you can just find someone who will put up with your shit as long as I have."

****TO BE CONTINUED. I am leaving it right here for now. I hope to have more soon but I can't guarantee anything. I have had another story idea strike and I'm going to try to get that out as fast as I can. Let me know how this part went. And thanks to everyone who is enjoying this series. I want to thank Cristal Ball for all her help with the editing. I really appreciate it ****



Sweet Surrender Ch. 03



Nikki laughed and humped me harder and faster. Her cock slammed into my ass and she resumed her work on my neck. Sucking in a fold of skin and then biting down hard. I screamed as I heard my wife say "hello?"

"Hello?" she asked again. 

The pain was excruciating but I tried not to say anything.

"Who is this?" my wife asked.

"It's Nikki and Bob" Nikki whispered in my ear. "I'm fucking your husband in the ass. We're lovers. I'm taking him from you. He's mine now you fucking bitch!"

Panic and adrenalin raced through me as Nikki whispered in my ear. Her cock swelled and then I felt her orgasm shoot into me. She got very vocal in the process and moaned loud enough for my wife to hear.

"Oh my god, are you having sex?" she asked over the phone.

"Yes we are baby" said Nikki.

"Who is this?"

"It's Mistress Nikki. I'm fucking my boyfriend. He's a great fuck!"

"Well, you two have a great time and leave me out of it." Then she hung up.

Nikki laughed loudly as she rolled off me. "That was incredible. Oh my god, what a rush" she exclaimed.

I tried to talk but the ball gag prevented it and so Nikki moved closer to me and began to remove the ball gag from my head. "There, now what were you saying?" she asked laughing.

It felt good to feel the tension removed from my jaw. I turned to face her and she kissed me on the mouth. Our lips parted and our tongues met as we kissed. I did my best to tongue her mouth but with my arms bound it was hard to keep our alignment. We kept sliding off each other's lips. Then she ended our kiss and said "It's time for you to make a decision darling." She kissed me again and then reached beneath me to grab my cock. She stroked it as best she could and I raised my body as best as I could given the restraints and my position. Her hand on my cock felt wonderful. Nikki really does know how to stroke a man with her hand better than any girl I've ever been with. And as she worked my cock she also worked my mind and heart until finally I was on the edge that borders lust, reason and insanity. 

Without spoken words her offer was planted it in my mind and all I did was to accept her offer in my thoughts. 

In a flash, Nikki's mouth went to my neck and she bit me hard. It was so much harder than all the other times combined. But this time I was erupting hot cum from my swollen cock. As the ropes of semen pulsed onto the mattress, Nikki began to alternate between biting and sucking on my neck. 

Nikki swallowed as she bit and sucked on my neck and then she turned my head and we kissed again. This time I tasted something on her lips. It was smooth and wet and as we kissed I parted my lips and she thrust her tongue into my mouth. Then I felt her climbing back on top of me and her hard cock going back inside me.

Nikki began to sodomize me once again and this time she pounded herself into me at a much better pace. As she continued to take me in this manner my neck began to throb and before long the pain became excruciating.

"Nikki my neck really hurts."

"I know baby. It's bleeding."

"Oh my god, are you serious?"

"Yes baby, your blood is on my lips and soon I am going to drain you. Then you will confirm your decision: to die alone or to live with me as my ever-lasting vampire lover."

Any other time in my life but now I would have been afraid. It all made sense now. The nagging feelings that I have felt my entire life would now be resolved. All I said was all that was needed and true. "I love you Nikki and I wish to be with you forever."

When her mouth returned to my neck and I felt her sucking, the pain stopped and a warm pleasurable feeling ensued. 



Sweet Surrender Ch. 04



It was a draw on who was more shocked at Emily-Jane's comment: Barbara, Emmie, or Luke. Luke wasn't sure if he should leave the two women to fight it out or if he should be there just in case he had to pull Emmie off of her sister. Barbara was the smaller of the two and Luke already knew that Emmie had the tendency to fight dirty. He didn't want to have to continue their relationship in jail, but if looks could kill Blaine would be looking for a new fiancé soon. 

"You've been putting up with my shit? Emmie, I've been taking care of you since you were old enough to walk. Even before that, in fact, so don't tell me that you can't help me with this wedding. I helped you with yours," Barbara said, her voice tight with anger.

"And I've been meaning to ask for a refund on that one, 'cause we see how that one worked out for me. I love you, sister, but you are a major bitch and I don't want to help you anymore. You have done nothing but make the lives of the people around you miserable since Blaine asked you to marry him. We know this is a special day for you, and we understand that, but listen, heifer. You have one more time to piss me off and I'm cutting your ass off from me. I WILL NOT have you telling me one more time what I have to do and not do. As Daddy says, I am 3 times 7 and I have been known to think for myself once in a while," Emmie said, pushing her face into her sister's.

"Yes, we all know that when it comes to making decisions, you are a great thinker," Barbara said sarcastically.

Luke couldn't contain the wince as Barbara made a major mistake in the art of warfare. He could see flames shooting from Emmie's ears just like in the old cartoons. Barbara had really fucked up that one. And Emmie didn't give take much time coming back at her.

"I'm a fuck up?"

"I never said that you were a 'fuck up' as you so crudely put it. You just aren't a deep thinker," Barbara said, shrugging. 

Luke covered his face with his hand as Emmie screeched at her sister. "Not only are you saying I'm a fuck up, but you also just called me a bimbo. That's it. You can definitely find someone else to help you. I've had it. I hate to tell you, Barbara, but I almost feel sorry for Blaine. When he marries you, he'll be getting the short end of the stick here. You are a total, class-A bitch, who wouldn't know the meaning of being nice if it walked up and bit you on the ass. And you know what? I don't blame your ex for leaving you. He shouldn't have fucked around on you while you were still married, but I can't say that I blame him for going out to find something more comforting than you. I bet it was like snuggling up to an iceberg when you were together."

Luke tried to intervene, saying, "Ladies, please lets-"

He was interrupted with a loud "Keep out of this," from both of them. He held his hands up in a peace motion and stepped back. He wasn't sure if he should call Blaine but before he could grab the phone, the pair started again.

"Oh, well, at least I didn't drive my husband mentally insane just 'cause I couldn't live with him," Barbara said, snidely.

"No, you just drove yours to find an 18 year old cheerleader to fuck everyday for the rest of his life. How does it feel to know that your kids have a step-mother who isn't old enough to drink yet and is only older than you're oldest child by 5 months?"

"You are so mean," Barbara said, tears beginning to fill her eyes. "Why would you say those things to me just a few days before my wedding day, the most important day of my life? You are just jealous that I have someone and you don't. Sure, he's here," she said, pointing to Luke, "but he is only here to screw you. Once he figures out that you are a major whore, he'll drop you like a load of bricks."

Before Luke could break in, Emmie asked, "I'm a whore? I'm not the one who fucked everyone on the varsity football team in high school. I'm also not the one who didn't know who my baby's daddy was, was I? How many guys did you have to test again?"

"It was only 2 guys, thank you and you know very well that it was only 2 guys. I can believe you would even say something like that. You know that I don't like to be reminded of what I was like in the past," Barbara sniffed.

"You know what, Barbie? I didn't see anything wrong with you in the past. I mean, yeah, you were a little fast but I liked you better. You were more approachable. Now, I gotta say, if I don't have to talk to you, I'm better off. I used to look up to you, you are my big sister and no matter how much you piss me off, I still love you. I just don't like you very much right now and I think you should get the hell out of here before I decide that I would like to see my fist in your face more than I would the kids,"

Luke stepped and pulled Emmie back into his arms. "Ok, there, slugger. I think you both need to calm down before you say something you both are going to regret. You need to just calm down, Emmie. Barbara, I think it would perhaps be better if you went ahead and made any arrangements you might need today by yourself. Just give her a little while and maybe you both will be fine."

The two women looked at him, and for a second, he thought that they were going to turn on him like a pack of wild dogs. He had stared a suicide bomber in the face once and hadn't sweated as much as he did in those few minutes. He knew there would be hell to pay from Emmie for speaking for her but she didn't say anything, simply turned back to her sister and said, "Yes, perhaps it would be best for everyone involved if you went ahead and dealt with the florists today. The appointment is at 10:30 and Evelyn, the florist, is a lovely woman. She has all the arrangements that you decided on months ago. I have been emailing with her and she understands the importance of good flowers, so please don't piss her off by practicing the rich bitch routine that you have perfected. She's good at her job, one of the best in Jamaica and I don't really want to have to track another florist down at this late date."

Barbara's lips tightened and Luke had already learned that it wasn't a good sign. "I do not have an attitude with everyone I meet, Emily-Jane. I do happen to have manners, unlike some people who go around cursing like a sailor and high-five random people as if I were a 12 year old boy."

"Really, you have manners? Then why is it that the other mothers will not let their children play with yours? Hmm, let me think?" Emmie brought her hand to her lips, tapping against the pursed lips with her index finger. "Oh, it might be because you bitch about their children and the way that they don't have any respect for your shit. And if I remember correctly, you and one of the mothers came to blows at the school recital because you said that one of the kids needed to go on a diet."

Barbara started to open her mouth but stopped when Emily-Jane held up her hand. "Wait, I don't care. I want you to go to the florist, and I want you to be nice. In fact, I want you to be so fucking nice and sweet that Evelyn comes out of that meeting feeling like she had a major toothache from the sugar you've been pumping down her throat. And if I hear from anyone, and I mean ANYONE, in the next few days, that you've been rude, mean, or just plain unkind, I'm gonna kick your ass. And I mean it this time. I know in the past, I've let you slide but damn it, Barbie, I am sick and damn tired of having to clean up your messes. You are 38 years old. I shouldn't have to hold your hand while you do this. So go play nice and then come back here and give me a good report 'cause if I find out that you haven't been good, I'm gonna put my foot so far up your ass that I'll be going on your honeymoon with you. Do we have an understanding?"

Emmie turned her death stare and Luke held his breath. God, she was breathtaking when she was angry. She made him think of those old stories his mother used to read to him, of the warrior goddess who could bring a man to his knees by just looking at him. 

Barbara smiled and it didn't reach her eyes. "You know what, sister dear? I really understand at times why your ex-husband felt the need to punch you in the stomach to get you to shut up."

Emmie just smiled. "Yeah, me too, but I wouldn't suggest that you try it. We both know that those chicken wings you call arms don't have the power to hurt me. Now get the fuck out of my room and don't come back until I invite you in."

Emily-Jane pushed her sister from the door jam and closed the door squarely in her face. "God, I hate that bitch!"

Luke wasn't sure what he should do, so he did nothing. He just watched as Emmie stormed around the room, slamming doors and straightening things like a whirlwind. He let her rage on for a good 10 minutes according to the clock on the bedside table. But just like he had known was going to happen, she ran out of steam soon. With no more anger, however, she just looked sad and he couldn't stand the tears that entered her eyes as she looked at him. He could deal with a lot of things but seeing the woman he loved gaze at him as if her whole world was destroyed was more than he could take. 

Luke opened his arms and waited as she quickly walked to the bed and sat down to be pulled into his arms. The feel of her was awe-inspiring. It seemed like hours, days, months since he had held her in his arms. He kissed her head and soothed a hand down her back as she cried; deep wrenching cries that pulled at him. As he petted her, a plan began to formulate in his head and once she was quiet he began to put it into action. 

He kissed her forehead and pulled back from her to look down at her. Her eyes were bloodshot and puffy, tears had dried to her cheeks and her nose was bright red but Luke couldn't believe that this woman was his. She could have been 400 lbs, have a hair-lip and a speech impediment and he still would have loved her. His soul knew hers and that was all that mattered. Her family was fucking crazy but he still wanted to do anything that he could to make her his permanently. She had more baggage than a 747 on take-off but he wanted to strip her down and slide into her at every possible moment. The future for them loomed with a gigantic question mark but he still wanted to take the road to see where he ended up. As long as she was there beside him, he didn't care how long or bumpy the road was. 

"Here, take this off," he said softly, untying her robe quickly and pushed it down her shoulder. Her bountiful breasts greeted him and he couldn't stop himself from lightly caressing the smooth skin of them. His cock jumped in his pants but he pulled himself back before he could go any further. The time he was going to give her was for her benefit, not his. If he was lucky, after they finished with her, maybe she would let him add to her pleasure by giving him his, but not until he was sure that she had gotten the love she desperately needed.

She gazed up at him in question. "I don't want to get dressed. I want to finish what we were talking about and I want to just lie in your arms for a while. Can we do that?"

"No."

Emmie looked devastated and he rushed to finish. "What I mean is, I want you to take this off because I want you to lie right here on your stomach while I give you a massage. I think that would do wonders with making you feel better. So what do you say? Can I rub on you a little?" He wiggled his eyebrows lewdly, making her laugh. 

Emily-Jane smiled at him, soaking in his face. Of all the people that she wanted to be around after a fight with her sister, he would definitely be the one that she wanted to be with. She couldn't believe that she had almost had a knock-down, drag out with her sister over something as stupid as Barbie's inability to be patient. But to have Luke say that he loved her and that he wanted to have a life with her and then be interrupted before she could tell him that she felt the same way had been the final straw. Emmie had allowed Barbara to boss her around for a long time, never wanting to fight with her because she had known how miserable her sister was and didn't want to add to that. But enough had been enough and she had said things that probably were never going to be able to be taken back. Emily-Jane felt the tears gather in her eyes once again as she thought of the hurtful words that Barbara had said to her. 

"So what's it going to be? Am I going to have to tie you to the bed for you to let me give you a massage or are you going to go easy," Luke asked, his voice breaking into her thoughts. 

"I've never had a massage from a man before. I don't know if I'll be able to keep still if you start poking on me too hard."

"That's not what you said last night when I was poking you hard."

She scoffed at him. "Oh, I was faking that," she said, giggling as he growled at her and began to tickle her. She laughed so hard until she was having trouble breathing. "OK, ok, I'll let you give me a massage. But what do you get out of this deal if I'm the one getting the massage?"

He dipped his head down and kissed her, sliding his tongue lightly along the seam of her lips before he allowed her to move off him to lie on the bed on her stomach. "Are you kidding? I get to put my hands all over this hot body and you get to lay here. That's my reward. Plus I don't like seeing the woman I love sad and this is all I can think off. It was either this or ice cream and I don't have any of that so..."

"Oh, Luke. You really love me?" she sniffled as he went into the bathroom to grab some scented lotion that he had seen in her carry-on. As he re-entered the room, the picture she made on the bed was one that would be branded into his head for the rest of his life. Her luscious body was spread-eagle on the dark comforter and he could just imagine the ropes twined around her limbs. She smiled over her shoulder at him and he wanted to pull his jeans from his body, climb up behind her and slam his hard cock into her waiting abyss. No, he reminded himself, you have to be patient. This is for her. You can get yours in a little while. 

"Yes, little bit, I love you," he confirmed as he lowered himself beside her on the bed. He opened the lotion and dabbed a small amount onto his hands, rubbing them together. The smell of almonds and honey filled the surrounding area. So this was why she smelt so good all the time, he thought as he rubbed lotion onto her skin, digging lightly with his knuckles into her shoulders. 

She moaned softly at the feeling, closing her eyes. She still could not wrap her mind around the thought that this man, one so handsome and special, would want her. While she had gotten better with age, Emily-Jane was a woman after all, one who had doubts almost constantly. She tried to not let the outside sources like magazine and television, make her feel like she was inferior but she still had problems walking in a crowded store. She could go into a store wearing the prettiest outfit but within 5 minutes, she would find someone who looked so much better. She also had the problem of feeling like people were staring at her when she went out to eat or if she went clothes shopping. She could feel the other people around her judging her no matter how much she tried to convince herself that she was good-looking. But with Luke, Emmie actually FELT beautiful. She only had to look into his eyes as he plunged deep inside her to know that he was sincere. 

Luke continued to rub her muscles, applying pressure to the knots that were in her body. She would sigh or moan in appreciation every once in a while, but for the most part, she just lay there enjoying the worship that he was showing her body. He leaned in and kissed her on the back of her neck, causing her to shiver in excitement. 

"I didn't tell you but I want you to know something," she said, her voice muffled in her arms.

"What's that, baby?"

"I love you too."

Luke felt like he'd been punched in the gut. He had known she did, could see it written all over her face whenever she looked at him but he hadn't known that she knew it. He closed his eyes to savor the moment. "Are you sure? I mean, I don't want you to feel like we have to be more than we are for right now. I like just enjoying you; I don't want you to feel like I'm pressuring you to be anything other than just you."

Emily-Jane opened her eyes and looked up at him. He was just too darn cute! "Yeah, I'm sure. I mean, I would like to just take it as it goes but I know that I enjoy your time and I enjoy you touching me. And I definitely enjoy looking at you. Plus you give a hell of a massage. I might keep you just for that," she joked.

"You can keep me for whatever you want, as long as you keep me," he said, leaning in to kiss her softly on her lips. "And I don't mind taking it one day at a time. I like the slow and steady pace myself."

Emmie moaned, softly, shifting her body against the bed sheets. "I wouldn't mind it being hard and fast right about now. God, I love the feel of your hands on my skin. It makes me feel like a cat in heat. All I want you to do is touch me more and more until I come apart in your hands."

Luke smiled as he smoothed his hand down her back to caress her buttocks through her thong. "Well, kitty cat, how about you turn over and I'll massage your front."

Emily-Jane didn't hesitate, rolling onto her back to gaze up at him. He rubbed his hands over her shoulders, needling them as he worked the muscles lightly. Luke's gaze landed on her breasts and appeared fascinated by the differences in the pink of her breast and the dusty rose of her nipples. He leaned in and lightly scraped his teeth over the nipple closest to him, causing her to arch into his mouth. "Luke," Emmie moaned, her hands going to his head to hold him there. "Fuck meee please."

He pulled back and ran a hand lightly down her back. "No, I'm not done playing with you yet. So I want you to sit back and just enjoy what I'm gonna do to you, little slut." He tweaked her nipple before sliding down her body to press a kiss to her stomach. Emmie could feel her cunt begin to weep and arched up to press her body closer to him. 

"But I need it," she begged. 

Luke's only reply was to bring a hand down on her hip. She squeaked before moaning loudly as Luke buried his face between her thighs. She arched up into him, loving the feel of his tongue as it ran up and down her slit. She had no idea how he did it. They had just met but already he knew her body. He knew what made her sing, what she wanted more than she did. Emmie dug her fingernails into his scalp, enjoying the feel of his bristly hair against her palms. She pulled him deeper into her cunt as he began to run his tongue around and around her opening. "Fuck me with your tongue, Luke, please, I need to feel something inside me. If I can't have your cock, please give me something."

Luke pulled back from her to look at her. She was so wet the juices gleamed on the hair surrounding her cunt. He knew how close she was, her breath coming fast and her voice shaking with each plea. Luke wanted to torture her more, show her that she couldn't get what he could give her. "But I don't want to. And I remember telling you to just lie there and take it, slut. Isn't that what I told you just a few moments before?"

"Yes," she whispered. "But I love you, and I want to give you pleasure as well."

"You are, little one. Every time I look at you, touch you, I experience a feeling I've never felt before. I love you and I want to show you just how much. Now I want you to hush, or I'm gonna have to gag you. I don't want to do that because I love the noises that you make but if you make me I will."

Emmie shivered, imagining the feel of a gag in her mouth as he tongue-fucked her. She wasn't sure how much she could take. She hadn't experienced cunnilingus often, finding it more trouble than it was worth with her ex-husband. He had always had a comment about her body and since sex was never a happy time for her anyway, she had just assumed that she wasn't very passionate. With Luke, however, she felt as if she was a fertility goddess, able to take it any way and at anytime he wanted. 




Sweet Surrender Ch. 04



She laid back and Luke resumed his quest for the pearl between her thighs. He would lick her slit before nosing into the hood that hid the button to all her pleasure. Luke loved the noises she made, each squeal and moan making him feel as if he were 15 feet tall. Luke licked up and down her one more time before latching his mouth onto her clit, sucking it into his mouth. That was all that Emmie needed. She cried out that she loved him as she filled his mouth with her sweet nectar. He continued to lap at her for long moments after until she had calmed down. 

He pushed himself up from her to shuck his jeans before returning to the bed. He turned her onto her stomach as he formed his body to hers. Without delay, he slammed deep into her. With each time, her body became more and more used to his, letting him in easier every time. That wasn't to say that she didn't still feel amazing, her cunt a wet vise on his hard cock. 

"I love this cunt, slut. This is MY cunt. Say it," he moaned into her ear. He nipped at her ear as she slammed her cunt back onto his cock. She grunted with each motion of his body into hers. For a few moments all that was heard was the wet swish of her cunt on his cock and their groans, but Luke wasn't going to let her get away with not listening to him. He gathered her long hair in his fist, knowing that she loved it when he pulled her head back. The angle of her head provided him with direct access to her neck and he fastened his mouth to it. 

Emmie cried out and almost came on his cock. A few more thrusts and she would cover his cock with her cum. She arched back against him, searching for the edge to the pleasure that she needed but instead of speeding up like she wanted, Luke slowed down. He slowly pulled his cock from her tight cunt lips. Not one to just let that happen, Emmie thrust back against him. Luke laughed and smacked her ass sharply. "No, little girl, I don't think so. I want you to answer me. I want to know who owns this cunt, and I want to know right now. Don't make me ask you again."

"You do!" she screamed. "I don't want anyone else but you. I'm yours, now PLEASE fuck me!"

Luke chuckled before saying "Gladly." He began a rhythm that drove the breath from both of them. He bit her on the shoulder, loving the imprint of his teeth in her skin. At the feel of his teeth, combined with the feel of his cock hammering to her from behind, Emmie screeched and came all over his cock. As Luke felt her wetness coat his cock, he began to come as well. He blasted rope after rope deep inside her as she contracted around his cock.

Luke pulled out of her before gathering her close to him. He whispered into her ear, "I could get used to this with you."

She snorted into his arm pit. "Give me about 15 minutes and I'm gonna show you how much I appreciate my massage."

***Thank you to everyone who has read my stories. I am going to add one more installment to this story and then I think Emmie and Luke's story will be done. I will try to have the 5th installment in about 10 days if I can get some time to work. Thanks once again to everyone who has had a kind word about these two. Y'all are the reason I love writing. So please give me some feedback so I can feel the love. Thanks also Cristalball. You are a great editor and I appreciate everything. :)***



Sweet Surrender Ch. 05



Emmie smiled and leaned over Luke to give him a quick, soft kiss on the cheek. She gazed down at him for a few minutes before pulling away to rise from the bed. She didn't want to leave him but she knew that she had to if she planned to get anything done at all that day. She still could not believe the day that they had spent in bed. She had never in her life spent all day in bed, a slave to her body's desires. They had been surprised by the number of times that they had reached for each other that day. She felt like she was a character in the romance novels that she devoured. 

She made it two steps toward the bathroom before she heard Luke mumble sleepily, "Where ya going, baby girl?"

She smiled at him over her shoulder. "I'm going head to the shower and then I'm gonna go get some stuff done. Go back to sleep. I didn't mean to wake you."

"Wouldn't you rather come back to bed with me? I could make you feel really good again," Luke said, propping himself up on his elbow to stare at her naked body. 

Just that quick, Emily-Jane could feel her body responding to him. She wasn't sure how he had the power to reduce her knees to jell-o but whatever it was, she was sure glad that he could.

"Yeah, I would but I can't. I have to go down and try to placate my sister. I know it's going to be hard but there are ten millions things that I still have to get done and I don't want to have to deal with them at the last minute. I'm gonna go downstairs, she's gonna complain that I am the worst sister ever and then I'm gonna say I'm sorry. She's gonna complain some more but somewhere between the 5th complaint, she's gonna forgive me. I'm gonna tell her that she's the most beautiful bride to ever walk the four corners of the earth and she's going to say that I don't deserve to have such a forgiving sister. After that I'll probably be hitting the booze, so I'll let it slide. Finally she's gonna give me my marching orders and I'm gonna get the shit that she should have done 3 months ago, done within about 3 or 4 hours."

Emmie rolled her eyes at him before returning to the bed to lean in and kiss him softly. "Go back to sleep. I'm coming back as soon as I deal with the last minute details."

Luke slid his hands deep into Emily-Jane's hair, pressing her mouth as close as he could. He twined his tongue around hers as she moaned. He couldn't get enough of her taste. He was a little frightened by the feelings that had developed between them. The few times they had been apart lately he had felt as if he couldn't breathe. His heart seemed to beat at a different speed when she wasn't with him. If it continued, he was really going to have to get that checked, he thought. 

"Well, I don't want you to go," he said, sounding like a petulant little boy. "I want you to stay in bed with me. Plus I don't want to have to come and bail your pretty ass out of jail either."

Emmie pulled back from him and moved a few steps away from the bed. Damn, that man was dangerous to her health, she thought. He had the power to make her forget everything but his naked skin, and how it felt underneath her palms. "Nah, I'm not going to hit her. To be honest, no matter how much it makes me feel like I'm going to throw up, I know I have to apologize for the things that I said. My sister isn't known for taking the high road and if I want to get this wedding done, I have to do everything in my power to make that shrew feel like she's the next best thing to sliced bread.

"Plus she has the attention span of a gerbil when it comes to shit like this. She's probably forgot what I said to her by now."

Luke laughed at her. "Ok, well if you aren't back in 4 hours, I'm coming to find you and I can't be held accountable for my actions."

She quirked an eye at him, trying not to smile. "Oh, really, and just what would you do, big man?"

"Let's just say this. If you don't want the majority of the people here to know that you have a mole on your inner thigh, and that you have the tendency to blush and cry out when I lick it, I suggest you back in this room in 4 hours."

Emmie only had to glance at his face to know that he wasn't kidding. The picture of him stripping her down in a room full of people, their eyes caressing both Luke and Emmie's bodies, was highly erotic but Emmie had an idea that Luke wouldn't go through with it. He was the kind of man who would take things only so far before he would get to territorial with her and drag her back to his cave by her hair. Not that she minded, she thought. Hell, the thought of him touching her, using her, doing just about anything to her, had the ability to leave her breathless. 

Not one to back down from a challenge, however, she said, "Uh huh, well, you'd have to catch me first. I am quick like a cat, and just as crafty."

Emmie proved how quick she was by rushing into the bathroom as Luke growled at her playfully and rose from the bed to grab her. He heard her lock it and he could almost see her sticking her tongue out at him through the door. God, he loved that woman.

Emmie showered, enjoying the warm water as it massaged her sore muscles. Her body was telling her that it wasn't used to the exercise that she had been giving it those last few days. She still had a hard time wrapping her head around everything that had happened in the last few days. She had found the man of her dreams and as cliché as it sounded, she had fallen head over heels for the man. Oh, sure, she was still scared out of her mind that she was going to do something to screw it up or that he was going to come to his senses and discover that she wasn't all that and a bag of chips. But until that day, she was going to enjoy herself. 

Emmie smirked. Enjoying herself wasn't something that she normally did. She had always been a serious child when she was younger, and having to grow up fast to help raise a child hadn't helped that. She had an old soul, as her grandmother liked to say, and she tended to take all the world's problems on her shoulders. That's why when Mark had dropped into her life it had felt so good to just let him do everything. She didn't have to think for herself when she was with him and for a while, that hadn't been a problem. But the more that her needs were denied, the less she could bury her head in the sand and it wasn't long before she just couldn't stand it any longer.

Now, she didn't like to take anything for granted. She felt like she had to be independent to show the outside world that she could do it, and that she had changed from the scared mouse that she'd been before. That didn't mean that there weren't times that she wished she had someone to help shoulder her burdens, however. The great thing about Luke, though, was that he seemed to like when she talked back to him and let her do things her own way. She had known how much he wanted to interrupt the fight earlier more than he had already, but he let her handle it.

Emmie got dressed quickly and headed downstairs to see if her mother and sister were back from the errands yet. They weren't so she grabbed the seating chart and headed out onto the front porch to make sure that everyone was where they were supposed to be.

She sighed as she looked over the names on the list. The great thing about a southern wedding was that everyone knew everyone so that tended to make conversation easier. That could also be the bad thing as well. Everyone knew everyone's dirty laundry and most had the tendency to air it whenever they felt the need. That made get-togethers hard because half the time someone wasn't talking to someone else and they didn't want to have to sit at a table with them for longer than 2 minutes. That made Emmie's job of placement hard, but she liked a challenge. 

She had been there for about 30 minutes when she heard someone come out of the house to stand behind her. She turned and saw her sister staring at her. She mentally rolled her eyes and prepared the snide remarks to start. Barbara surprised her, however, by saying, "I'm sorry, Pea."

For a second, Emmie thought she had lost her mind. Barbara never said she was sorry, even when it was her fault. She gaped and said, "Huh?"

Barbara smirked slightly. "If I'd known that's what it took to make you speechless, I would have said I was sorry a while ago."

Emily-Jane snorted. "Yeah, like that would have happened."

"Yes, you are probably right. Anyway, can I sit down?" she asked, indicating the chair beside Emmie. 

Emmie could only shrug. "Sure, I mean, it's your house. You can sit anywhere you want."

Barbara lowered herself into the chair and Emmie gazed at her. It really was amazing the difference in the two women. Barbara looked ages older than her actual age, where as Emmie still got carded when she went out to bars. The women looked nothing alike with Emmie being plump and light, and Barbie looking as if she could use a few meals. She also had inherited their father's coloring. He had Indian in him and Barbie had seemed to get the latent gene. 

"I know you won't believe this, but I want to say I'm sorry for the things I said before, Barbie. I should have kept my mouth shut but I was upset. Luke was in the middle of telling me something and I didn't want to get interrupted. That doesn't mean that I had the right to jump down your throat."

Barbie stared at the yard in front of her for a few moments before turning to Emily-Jane. "No, sister, I'm the one who's sorry. I haven't been very nice lately and you were right to call me on it. I've just been so stressed with everything that I haven't thought about the way I've been treating people. However, once you said that I'd been a bitch to everyone, I took a second and noticed that I have been. Thanks for not pulling any punches, by the way."

"Oh, you are more than welcome. I aim to please," Emmie said, cheekily. "I appreciate you telling me that you are sorry but that doesn't make up for the way that you've been acting. So you want to tell me what's really bothering you?"

Barbara didn't say anything for while, but just as she had since Emmie was old enough to talk, her older sister turned to her for advice. "I just feel like maybe I'm making a mistake. I mean, I love Blaine but what if he turns out to be like Colin. I don't think I can watch another guy I love turn to someone else."

"Ok, first things first. Blaine is nothing like Colin. I must admit that at first I wasn't sure about him, but the more time I see him and see the way he loves you, I can tell that he's in it for the long haul. That's not to say that he isn't going to be human at times too. Second, a marriage is a partnership and you have to work on it. You can't expect him to know how you are feeling and you can't just let things go if they bug you. Finally, I know you are nervous but I want you to take a second and think about all the things that you love about him. I want you to think about those things and try to imagine yourself without them."

While Barbara took the time to think of the things she loved about Blaine, Emily-Jane took a second to think about what life would be without Luke in it. Her life before him had been a string of days pressed together, one no different from the one in front of the other. With him in her life, the sky had more sun and life just seemed brighter. Emmie knew that while some people might have a problem with how fast the relationship had progressed she didn't care what others thought. If she had, she never would have gotten divorced from her first husband. It was true that there had been some people who had told her that sometimes you had to take the good with the bad. She still had trouble dealing with those family members.

"Ok, I love him, there's no doubt about that. But—"

"Nope, there's no but. You either love him and want to spend the rest of your life with him or you don't love him and aren't prepared to take some unanswered questions in life. We don't get guarantees on things like this. You aren't buying a new television, woman. You are deciding if you want to take a chance on living," Emmie said, turning her head to gaze at her sister.

She knew that she was being harsh but she didn't know how else to put it. Barbara had to understand that she was making a decision that not only affected her life but it made a major impact in the lives of her children. If she had just a small doubt about being able to make the marriage work, then for the kids she had to do the right thing and not marry Blaine. "Now, have you tried talking to him about what you are worried about?"

Barbara looked at her like Emmie was crazy. For a second, Emmie almost wondered if she was. Both of the women had been raised that most women did not ask the men of the family anything other than what they wanted to eat and if they could take the trash out. Times had changed but the South had always been slow to catch up. Sharing feelings with the men-folk was one of the things that hadn't quite made it yet. 

"No, I haven't told him anything and you better not breathe a word to him about this. It's just wedding jitters," Barbara said, tension in her voice. 

"Duh, I wouldn't tell him anything anyway. I wouldn't want to scare the poor man. You need to figure out what the fuck you want, woman, 'cause I gotta say that there are tons of women out there that would love a man who worshiped the ground they walked on. Blaine loves you, he loves those kids of yours, and he's willing to put up with our family. To me, the man's a saint. I gotta say, if I wasn't already head over heels with Luke, Blaine would be my next pick. I mean, for one thing, that bald spot is super sexy. And he dresses like a model from GQ," Emily-Jane kidded. 

Barbara laughed, causing her to look almost 20 years younger. "You are such a smart-ass. But you're right too. I do love the man, and he is wonderful with the children. I just have to put aside my self-doubts and let life take its course. I just don't want to make another mistake."

Emmie leaned and surprised both of them by hugging her sister. "You didn't make your ex-husband decide that he was going to make a fool of himself. You weren't his keeper. He had to make decisions for himself and he happened to make the worst one of his life. If what Dillon says is true, the bitch he has now is HIGH-maintenance and she likes to go out clubbing WITHOUT Colin. So he will probably be single again, and you can rub your new military, millionaire husband in his fat face.

"Ooo," Emmie said, holding up a finger with a twinkle in her eye, "if we're lucky, maybe his bitch wife will give him a STD and his cock will fall off. That might save him some trouble down the line."

The two women laughed and for the first time in a long time, the conversation didn't end with a fight. Emmie went over the last few things that still had to be done for the wedding and reminded Barbara that the bachelorette party was that night. Emmie knew that her sister was almost afraid of the party, afraid that her younger sister would do anything in her power to embarrass her. Emmie, knowing that her sister was already on the war path with everything and their mothers, had decided on a simple party that both females and males could attend. She had done this so Blaine didn't feel like he had to pretend it didn't bother him to see his fiancé going out to bar without him. Not to mention, Emmie hadn't had the energy lately to plan both parties. 

Emmie and Barbara sat on the porch for a while, just discussing the rest of the plans that needed to be done. The hours seemed to fly by as they had never before. It seemed for the first time in a long time that they didn't argue and no one left in a huff. Emily-Jane left Barbara sitting on the porch and headed back to the bedroom to change. She had to change and get to the venue before the party-goers so that she could get some last minute preparations done. She showered and pulled herself into her chosen outfit. She was putting her earrings on when her cell phone rang. Without glancing from herself in the mirror, she grabbed it and pressed SEND. 

"Hello?"

There was silence on the end of the line for a second, and then a voice filled the line. "Hi, baby. How's Jamaica?"

"Who is this?"

"You wound me, honey. We spent almost 5 years together and this is how you treat me. When I call, you hang up on me, and when I talk to you, you don't even know me anymore. You have gotten too big for your britches. You need to be taken down a peg," Emmie's ex-husband said snidely.

"What do you want, Mark?" Emmie whispered, gripping the phone tightly. She was shaking from just the sound of his voice. She knew that he was hundreds of miles away but the thought of him knowing where she was, calling her to just talk, that scared the shit out of her.

After the fight that had signaled the end of their marriage, Mark had not been easy to convince that it was in fact over. He would call, write, anything that he could to get her attention to tell her that he wanted to get back together. He started to show up at her place of work to say that he had forgotten how to cook a certain dish. He would come by her parents' house and claim that Emily-Jane had some of his property. That had stopped quickly when her father had threatened to shoot him and bury him so deep in the Earth, he'd never be found. He had stopped showing up at her house but that hadn't stopped him from calling. She got calls from him at all hours of the night and no matter how many times she changed her number, he always found a way to get it. Finally, she had just stopped answering any numbers that were blocked or ones that she knew came from him.

"I just called to see how the wedding was going. I know that you've been stressing about getting your sister married for the last few months and I wanted to make sure that everything was going well," Mark said, breaking into her thoughts. It was amazing how normal he sounded. If she hadn't been there, she never would have imagined this was the same man who said that he wanted to break both of her legs so she couldn't leave him again. 

"My sister's wedding is going well. But I can't talk to you Mark. You know that. Have you been going to your counselor like you're supposed to?" 

As she'd known would happen, he took offense to her asking about his therapy. He had been ordered by the court to get into anger management after he had threatened to kill his lawyer in open court on the day of the divorce. The judge had not been amused when Mark had responded to the order by calling him a "douche who took the word of a fat bitch" against his own. 

"Yeah, I've been going. But back to you; when are you coming home? I miss you."

Emmie sighed into the phone and felt like crying. It was never going to end. At times, she wished that she would have just killed herself and gotten it over with 'cause he was never going to leave her alone. 

Emmie heard the bedroom door open and turned to see Luke. She let her eyes run over his body, noticing the sweat that covered his t-shirt. She knew that he had been helping the guys set up the chairs in the garden for the wedding tomorrow. She hadn't known he would be back so fast. She had hoped to get dressed and be out of the room before he had the chance to come in and slow her down with all his sexy moves. 

"Tink? Are you there?"

Mark's voice pulled her back to consciousness. He was the only person who called her that. He had given her that nickname one day after she'd gotten a hair cut that she couldn't stand. The stylist had cut all her hair off, making her look like Tinkerbell in the cartoons. Mark had seen how much it bothered her and just continued to use it whenever he felt the need. Yup, she thought, and you used to be married to him. You used to have to suck his cock. 

"Mark, I'm hanging up now, and I want you to not call me again. I don't want to talk to you. I have told you that. You need to get on with your life. I don't want to be with you," she mumbled into the phone. She tried to be as quiet as she could, but she could tell that Luke had heard whom she was speaking to. Before she had a chance to hang up, Luke rushed over and grabbed the phone from her. Emmie gasped at the expression on his face. Luke was livid. Steam seemed to pour from his ears as he checked the display on the phone. 




Sweet Surrender Ch. 05



"Who is this?" he asked. Emmie could almost see his molars being ground away. "Is this who I think this is?"

Emmie knew he wasn't angry at her but she still felt her back go up. If she didn't show him who was boss, he would just think he could continue to walk all over her anytime he wanted.

"Luke Monroe, give me that phone right this minute. I don't need you fighting my battles for me. Now, give me the phone before I kick you in the nuts."

Luke quirked an eyebrow at her before closing the phone. "Who would you really be hurting though, little girl? You get just as much enjoyment from this as I do."

Emmie groaned as she watched the phone close, knowing that would only make Mark more angry. Mark wouldn't stop trying to get her back on the phone. She might as well just call him back and get it over with. She reached for the phone and wouldn't you know it? It rang in Luke's hand.

He turned his back to her after flipping the phone open. "Hello?"

"Who is this?"

"Who is this?" Luke returned.

"I'm trying to get in touch with Emily-Jane Thibodaux. Put her on the telephone right now."

Luke smiled at the weasel on the line. He sounded like a little kid who had been denied his favorite toy. Looking at Emmie out of the corner of his eye, Luke could almost understand his pain. However, Luke didn't like to share his toys and Emmie had definitely become his favorite plaything. 

Using a professional voice, Luke said, "I'm sorry. Emmie can't come to the telephone right now. Can I take a message?" Not that I would give it to her, he thought. Luke winked at Emmie as she came to stand in front of him, trying to pull the phone from his hand. She growled at him when he placed the palm on his hand on her forehead. He pressed gently as she struggled against his hand. With her state of undress he was given a view that most men would have died for. He watched her breasts, overflowing her lacy bra, jiggle as he held her off. He made sure not to push too hard for fear that he might actually harm her.

With her face flushed and hair clinging to her cheeks, she looked almost exactly like she did when she had rode him to completion earlier. He felt his temper flair again. He couldn't stand the thought that this asshole of an ex-husband of hers had put that rose in her cheek.

"Listen, douchebag, put my wife on the phone right now before I come through this fucking phone," Luke heard the other man scream.

"I'm sorry, she is unavailable at the moment. She says to leave a message and she will call you back when her mouth isn't full." Luke held the phone away from his mouth and spoke loudly. "MMM, yes, baby, but don't use so many teeth. You know Daddy doesn't like that."

Emmie's eyes grew large and she stopped struggling. "You are going to die slowly, DADDY," she hissed, emphasizing the word.

"Every time I look into those sad eyes, little girl, I die," Luke said seriously.

Emmie searched his face, looking for any sign that he was not serious. She couldn't believe that he would care enough about her that the thought of her scared or unhappy would hurt him. But that was the great thing about being in love. One felt the other one's pain and wanted to do whatever they could to make it better. Emmie leaned in, placing her hand over his on her phone. She couldn't believe her luck that she had found her soul mate after everything that happened before.

She rose up on her tippy-toes, crowding into his space as she slowly pulled the phone away from his. He looked deep into her eyes and whatever he saw there must have confirmed her love for him. Emmie pulled the phone to her ear and spoke quietly to the screaming man on the other end. "Mark, hush."

Surprisingly he quieted immediately. "Oh, my god, Tink, I thought someone had kidnapped you. Do you need me to call the police?"

Emily–Jane signed and closed her eyes. Luke slid an arm around her, pulling her into the circle of his arms. He ran a hand up her neck to cup her cheek. She leaned into him as she spoke. "Mark, I don't need you to do anything for me other than this one thing. You have to get it through your head. We aren't together anymore. I am sorry that you are unhappy. I hope that you can understand I don't feel anything for you anymore. I am moving on with my life and you should do the same."

The line was silent for a few moments and Emmie thought he had hung up. However, soon the silence was filled with curses. "So you think you can get rid of me? I don't think so. Some piece of paper isn't going to cut me out of your life. I own you, bitch, and you need to remember that."

"No, you don't, Mark. Now I want you to leave me alone or I'm going to do something I should have done a while ago."

"What is that, you stupid cunt?" Mark sneered.

Luke stiffened, wanting to reach through the phone and choke the little piss ant on the other line. He controlled himself however, knowing that grabbing the phone again would only hurt her. Luke would do anything to keep her with him and if that meant that he had to let her fight her own fights then that's what he had to do. Even if it sucked major ass, he thought. 

"I'm going to call your grandmother and tell her what you've been doing. And you know how disappointed she would be that you aren't doing what she has asked you over and over to do. She likes me, Mark. She would take my side on this. So you need to go to your therapy and you need to get on with your life. I'm getting on with mine," she said softly before closing the phone. 

She waited a few moments for it to ring, but just as she thought, the notion of his grandmother finding out what he had been doing wasn't something he wanted to get out. Mark's grandmother was an amazing woman. She had been the only one to believe Emily-Jane. Everyone else in his face had taken his side. But Elaine, Mark's grandmother, had liked Emmie and hadn't wanted to lose her as a granddaughter. She had tried everything she could to get the couple back together. That included getting them marriage counseling. 

When the counseling hadn't worked, she had agreed with Emmie that a divorce was needed. She had even used her own money to pay Emmie's lawyers. That fact hadn't sat well with Mark and his family but Elaine had simply told them that the money was hers to use anyway she wanted and she wanted to help her granddaughter. Even to this day she still called Emily-Jane her granddaughter.

Luke pulled the phone from Emmie and moved from her arms. For a second Emmie thought he was going to try to call Mark back but instead he moved over the dresser and reached for his own phone. As she watched silently, he flipped his phone open and dialed a number. He looked up once he was finished dialing. He puckered his lips and blew a kiss. "Don't you need to get dressed? You have to get to the club before the rest of us so you can make sure that everything is the way you need it to be. Remember?"

Emmie looked him the face, searching for any sign of what he was doing. She couldn't find any. She tried to decide if she wanted to worry about that now or later. She shrugged silently and decided later. She had enough shit that she had to take care of before 6 pm tomorrow that she didn't want to deal with mysterious Army men. 

"Yeah, I do. I'm gonna have the bathroom for the next 20 minutes, ok?"

"That's fine, baby." Emmie blew him a kiss and seized her dress, stockings and curling iron from her back and returned to the bathroom to work her magic. Luke watched the sway of her ass and wondered if he should just forget about the phone call and follow her into the bathroom to persuade her to be late for the party. But before he could hit the END button, he heard the line pick up.

"Yo."

He snorted and pictured Ortiz on the other line. He was a man who had served under Luke for a while before leaving the military due to family problems. The two men had kept in touch with each other and were known to get together whenever Luke was on leave to raise a little hell. Ortiz had been one of the many men who had served as engineers for the unit and knew how to fix just about anything with a motor. He had gone into the computer business once out of the service and was making a name for himself in the security sector.

"You are the only person I know that answers the phone like a 13 year old girl," Luke joked.

"I got your little girl right here, asshole. Now what do you want? I'm the middle of something right now.

Most people would assume that meant he had company of the female persuasion but Luke knew better. Ortiz was in mourning for the lost of his girlfriend and hadn't left his cave in about 3 months to do more than get food and pay bills. He sat in front of his computer, playing World of Thieves, an online game that allowed him the chance to blow shit up and meet new people all over the world. 

"Anyway, put the game on pause so I can talk to you for a second. I got a favor that I want from you and I want to have your full attention when I ask so there is no mistake."

The phone was silent for a second then Ortiz asked, "Is it a favor like the time you almost got me arrested in Mexico?"

Luke smiled, knowing the time that Ortiz was speaking of. "No, you don't have to break anyone out of jail and you won't go to jail for this. Unless you fuck up and the Feds find out that you traced a person's phone and movements."

"If that shit happens, then I might as well just let them throw me in a cell 'cause I won't be able to hold my head high for longer than 2 minutes once everyone in the community finds out."

"Yeah, I know. Anyway, here's the number. I need you to track this number. I want to know where it came from and I need you to follow its movements. If you see that it goes off for any length of time, I need you to call me and let me know," Luke said his tone tight with tension. 

Ortiz had known Luke a long time and could tell when something was important. This was important to him. "Do I need to bring the guns, brother?"

"Nah, I just need you to do this for me. I don't think the guy is dangerous, but I just want to make sure."

"Who is he?" Ortiz asked, curious.

"He's the ex-husband of the woman I'm seeing. I don't want to have to deal with him when I'm trying to get this woman to marry me," Luke quipped.

"Is there reason to believe that he could be a problem?" Ortiz asked, assessing the situation.

"Yeah, he's already called once today. He was calling her all kind of names. He seems to believe that they are still married. Truthfully, I almost wish he would start some shit so I can hand him his fucking nuts on a silver platter but I don't want to ruin this thing I've got going with Emmie."

"Well, if I see him on the move, I'll alert you. You know this only works if he's got the GPS on his phone enabled, right? If he doesn't, then you'll need more than a number to track him. You got a credit card, social security number or anything like that? I can hack into—"

Luke cut him off. "Uh, don't tell me that. I don't want to have to be called to testify if you get caught. And I don't have anything like that anyway. I didn't think about asking for it when he was calling my girl a cunt."

Ortiz grimaced. "No wonder you want to kick this guy's ass. Anyway, I'll try my best and I'll get back to you. Give me about an hour and I should have an answer about the GPS. I'll call you back."

Not one for pleasantries, Ortiz hung up. Luke closed the phone and turned back to the bathroom to see if he could convince Emmie to forgo the last few party details but as he opened the door he saw that she was already dressed. She had shimmed into a tight dress that hugged her curves. Her breasts were pushed up high in the tight bodice that seemed to make them seem bigger than they already were. The skirt stopped just inches from her knees making her legs seem a mile long. Her hair was pinned to the top of her head but already stray strands were falling. He knew that the more she moved, the more was going to end up coming down. He liked her hair down anyway, he thought aimlessly. But the thing that got him the most was the hint of the thigh-high stockings that encased her legs. It made the eye follow the line of her leg to her top of her foot, sheathed in a high heel shoe. He groaned, imagining her in nothing but those hose and shoes as he plunged into her. He would pull her leg up to his chest to lick her ankle, making him go deeper into her body. 

He licked his lips and moved into the bathroom. Emmie looked in the mirror and saw him coming. "No!" 

"What?" he asked innocently.

"No, we are not going to fuck right here in this bathroom. I am already late and I don't have time to get messy again. So just go back in there before I kick your ass," she said sternly, pointing toward the bedroom.

He grinned at her. God, he loved it when she was angry. "But I am not even thinking that. I'm wounded that you would think badly of me."

She smirked, turning to him. "Well, if you aren't thinking it, then why is your cock sticking up through your pants then?"

"I guess 'cause I can't seem to be anything other than hard around you," he shrugged.

Emmie rolled her eyes and turned back to the mirror to apply her lipstick. He watched as she slicked the glossy substance on her lips before turning back to him. "How do I look?"

"Like you want to get fucked really, really badly," he said darkly. 

She laughed, the sound bouncing off the wall. "That bad huh?"

He came to her, crowding her up against the counter. "No, that damn good. I know I'm gonna have to fight someone tonight if they come onto you."

"Pfft. Whatever. Anyway, I gotta get out of here. I have to get to the club and make sure everything is just right."

She tried to walk around him but he grabbed her arm, pulling her into his arms. He leaned and kissed her softly at first. However, as it normally was with those two, the kiss turned into something hot and passionate quickly. He grasped her ass through that skin tight black dress to grind her into his cock. He loved the feel of her glossy lips against him and he couldn't wait to see those lips covered with something else shiny. 

Emmie wiggled against him, pressing her tits as close to his chest as she could. She couldn't get over how he made her feel. She had never felt this much passion before in her life. She wanted the stupid party over so she could back to the room, press him up against the first hard surface and do her worst. Just as she was thinking perhaps she should just let him take the edge off, a knock came to the door. Cassie's voice followed soon after. 

"Yo, bitch, you ready to go. I gotta get you there soon or your sister is going to fucking kill me."

Luke pulled back from Emmie, sighing at the pretty picture she made. Her eyes were closed and her lips were puckered. There was a pink tint to her cheeks that signaled her arousal. He kissed her softly once on the lips before releasing her. "I can't wait until we are back in the States. I am going to lock you in your house and you aren't going to come out until I say so."

"Ooh," she said, her eyes shining. "I've always wanted to be a sex slave. Use me, master. Please."

She laughed as he growled and reached for her again. She danced out of his reach and grabbed her clutch purse. She headed for the door, looking over her shoulder to blow him a kiss. "Love you, Luke. See you at the club."

"Love you, baby. Be good until I get there," he said.

She grinned at him again. "I'm always good. But then you have already seen my skills." 

He laughed at her as she screeched and ran out the door quickly when he growled at her. She grabbed her phone, closing the door behind her and he was left to get ready for the party. Emmie pressed a number into her phone quickly and hit SEND. The phone rang only twice before it was picked up. Emmie said a silent prayer of thanks.

"Hello?"

"Hi, Elaine? It's Emily-Jane. I was wondering if I could have a second of your time."

"Emmie! Of course, baby, you know I love to hear from you."

Emmie smiled into the phone, saying, "Well, I actually have a little problem that I was hoping that you could help me with."

CHAPTER 6

Luke sat at a table at the night club that Emily-Jane had picked for the bachelor parties. He wasn't much for clubs, not having a whole lot of time to really enjoy them. He was more into a quiet bar where he could have a nice drink and just hang out but it wasn't his party. He knew that Blaine and Barbara had met at a club in Greenville where she lived, so the loud, smoky atmosphere was one they were used to. Still he would have rather been anywhere but here. He didn't know anyone but the bride and groom and Emmie, but they were all too busy entertaining the other guests to worry about him. So he just sat there, nursing some over-priced beer, watching the tourists try to dance to the music. 

He had lost sight of Emmie about 15 minutes ago. She had been running back and forth from the bar to various people, delivering drinks and assorted snacks. He smiled as he thought about it. She tried to be so hard but most of the time he had noticed that she was the one taking care of everyone around her. She was a major contradiction and he loved it. He knew that there were still so many things that he didn't know about her. He also couldn't wait until he got a chance to learn every single of them. 

"So you are the guy who grabbed up Emmie, huh?" he heard someone behind say. Luke turned and saw Tim, Cassie's husband. Once again he was surprised by the difference in the couple. Cassie was petite and blond whereas Tim was a 6'3 black man with a bald head. He also looked like he would bench press about the same thing as Luke. He would have made a good soldier, Luke mused. He could think of quite a few times that he would have liked to have a man like Tim watching his back. Instead of joining the military, Tim had been gotten a scholarship to play college ball. He had played at South Carolina for 4 years where he'd gotten a degree in social work. He would have gone on to do that, Luke remembered Emmie saying, but he had been drafted to play for the Carolina Panthers. He was a tight-end for the team and looked like he would break any other player's back before they would get a chance to win against the team. 

"Yeah," Luke said. "It was more like she grabbed me up but yeah."

Tim sat down at the table with Luke, placing his beer on the table in front of him. "I gotta say, man. You are not my favorite person."

Luke wasn't sure what he had done to make this man he didn't even know but truthfully he didn't care. Emmie was his and would be his until the day he died. There wasn't anything that this man or anyone else could say about it. "Is that right?

"Yep. I was really hoping this was going to be the visit that I could get Cassie to agree to having Emmie in a threesome. But then you had to bring your big ass down here and shot that to shit," Tim said. 

Luke looked at him and found he was smiling. "I don't know if that would have happened anyway. I thought the girls weren't friends anymore."

Tim looked at the two women on the dance floor dancing to Jamie Foxx's Blame it on the Alcohol. Luke looked and saw that he had been right before. Emmie's hair was all the way down, swirling around her shoulders as she danced close with Cassie. Even as pregnant as she was, Cassie seemed to be able to hold her own against the other woman.

"That would have been over. I was going to get them to talk it out anyway. Then I was going to get both of them drunk and have my way with them. But you have to show up and start laying pipe. You totally cock-blocked me. That's not a good guy thing to do, man."

Luke laughed. "You are dreaming man. There's no way you would have gotten your wife drunk. She's 7 months pregnant, you idiot."




Sweet Surrender Ch. 05



Tim just shrugged. "She's a light weight. It would have only taken one glass of champagne. Anyway, I think you owe me for coming in and taking my dream from me."

Luke looked at Tim and decided that he would give him the benefit of the doubt. The idea of the two women was a sound one, not very feasible since both women were straight, but it was sound. As Luke watched the two women bumping and grinding together to Taint Love by Marilyn Manson, he could definitely understand the feeling. They were rubbing sensuously against each other, their arms over their head. Cassie and Emmie appeared to have no idea how much attention they were receiving. Every man's head in the club for the exception of Emmie's father and Blaine was turned to watch the women.

"Ok, I'm a cock-block. So what do you want?"

Tim looked in the eyes and smiled. "I want to pay you $500 for 15 minutes with Emmie."

"Not gonna happen. For one, your wife would kill me and you. Second, she's mine. Next suggestion."

"Hmm," Tim thought about it for a second. "Oh, ok. Cassie and I are in the room next to you. How about you let me drill a hole in the wall of shower to watch her take a shower? I just want to see her ass. That's all. I'll still give you the money."

Cassie and Emmie snuck up behind Tim and caught the last part of the request. "Why are you giving Luke money, hon?"

Tim closed his eyes, grimacing. Luke couldn't contain his laugh. "He was just saying that he wanted to see Emmie's ass for $500."

Cassie just smiled as Tim choked on the beer he had picked up to sipped. "Fuck, man. You just totally threw me under a bus."

"Babe, I know you like her ass. I told her the other day that you were doing everything in your power to get us back together so you could look at it every time she came over to the house. It's cool though. I mean, I understand you like big girls. I just wonder sometimes why you married me."

"Damn, Cass, you know I love you. I mean, why the hell do you think I am constantly trying to touch you? I love your body. That's also why we have 2 children. I have to keep you bare foot and pregnant so other men won't steal you away from me," Tim said, trying to dig himself out of a deep hole.

"I don't know, Tim. I think she's beautiful even when she's pregnant. If I didn't already have Emmie, I might give you a run for your money for your wife. Cassie, you are one hot MILF," Luke said. He really shouldn't give Tim anymore problems but it was just too much fun trying to watch as the man tried to save himself from this little woman who obviously scared the shit out of him. 

"Thank you, Luke."

Emmie broke in. "Wait, so you would pay me $500 for what exactly?"

Tim pulled his wife into his lap, kissing her on the head. Cassie wiggled in his lap before getting comfortable. Once she was settled, he said, "I told him I would drill a hole in the shower wall and watch you shower for $500."

Emmie grinned at Tim. She really did love the big lug. "Why the hell did you ask him then? You should have asked me. I would have told you hell yes. You could look but not touch though. If you want to touch, you gotta pay more."

The women laughed at the men's expression. "They are so cute, aren't they, Emmie? Cute, but stupid."

"I don't know, Cass. I gotta say that if Tim did give me the $500, I probably would let him watch me get naked and play around in the shower. I am definitely balling on a budget. Five hundred dollars is a lot of money."

Cassie rolled her eyes at her best friend. Luke looked at Emmie and could tell that she was joking. The thought of her having to show her body for money wasn't something that he liked to think about but he knew that she would have done it if she needed to. She was just that strong. Still he didn't like to think about other guys being able to see her naked body.

"Whatever, dude. You were always the one that wouldn't shower after gym 'cause you didn't want anyone to see you naked. Do you remember how I used to have to make you take a shower after school when you came to my house? Damn, I thought I was going to have to drug you to get you to kiss me when we made out that time," Cassie said, laugher evident in her voice.

Tim's ears peaked. "Wait a second. Wait a goddamn second. YOU were the one who chased after HER?" he asked his wife. He gazed at her as if she had grown two heads. Luke couldn't stop laughing. This couple was just too funny. 

"Uh, yeah. I mean, can you blame me? The bitch is hot," Cassie said, waving a hand up and down at Emmie. Emmie, being the ham that she was, curtsied and pretended to blush. Luke knew she was loving every minute of the banter though.

"Well, yes, Emily-Jane is hot. I don't deny that for one second. However, you never once said that you liked girls. And I gotta say, baby, that is something that a man NEEDS to know about his wife," Tim replied.

Cassie rolled her eyes before leaning in to kiss Tim on the cheek. "It was one time, love. I don't like girls. I mean, I still think she's hot but I'm not blind either. I don't want to jump her bones though, if that's what you're worried about. I only want to jump your bones."

Luke chimed in. "I wouldn't let you jump her bones anyway, Cassie. She's mine, whether there's a male or female trying to get her. But I don't blame you. She is super hot in that dress. I can't wait to get her home and have her take it off for me."

"I guess I better go get this party on the road, then, huh?" Emmie asked, blushing. She leaned and gave him a lingering kiss. "I'll be back as soon as I can."

Luke sat with the laughing couple the rest of the night. Emmie never did get a chance to come back over and sit with them, but Luke didn't mind. He watched as she flinted around the room helping everyone. He knew she was enjoying herself and he didn't want to make her feel like she had to keep him company the whole time anyway. He knew that he would have her at his attention when they got back to her room. 

It wasn't too long before it was time to head back to the house. Luke rode with Emmie, Cassie and Tim and within minutes they were back at the house. Luke praised Emmie for the party. She had done a wonderful job and everyone agreed. They made small talk as they headed from the car to the house, laughing when Emmie said that she was so happy that the wedding business would be over tomorrow. She said that she couldn't take another minute of having to put up with her sister. 

The couples split as when came to the bedroom doors. Cassie wiggled her eyebrows at Emmie and said, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do."

"Yeah, like there isn't anything you don't do," Emily-Jane said, rolling her eyes at her friend. 

"Damn, right. That means I want details as soon as you come down for breakfast. I might learn something that I can use."

"You are such a slut. But I love you anyway."

"Back at ya, whore."

Luke just shook his head at the pair as he pulled Emmie into the room behind him. He closed the door and exhaled. "I feel like I just babysat a set of 14 year old girls. I'm tired now."

"Well, seeing as how Cassie and I used to be 14 year old girls and I have to say we were worse, I don't see what the big deal is. I am not the least bit tired," Emmie said as she kicked off her shoes and ran her hands thru her hair. She grabbed the remote to the television and cut it on. She turned it to one of the music channels and swayed along with the softly playing music. She closed her eyes and shimmed to the change in tempo. As the drum beat sped up, she bobbed her head before turning to look at him with hooded eyes. Luke could see the arousal in her eyes. He watched as she slowly ran her hands down her sides, cupping her breasts briefly before continuing down her body. Luke suddenly felt more awake.

"Don't you want me, Luke? I need it. I need it bad tonight. I can't wait. Please don't make me wait for it tonight," she begged. Emmie licked her lips as she began to pull the tight dress over her head. Luke was glad that he hadn't been there when she had put it on because if he had they probably wouldn't have made it to the party. He watched now as inch by gorgeous inch was revealed to him. As her panties came into view, he zero'd into her crotch. He could tell that she was already wet and aching. Once she finally had the dress above her head and on the floor where it should have been the whole time, Emmie reached behind herself and released her bra. She sighed as her breasts returned to a more natural feeling. 

"I love those bras because they make my tits look amazing, but I love it even more when I don't have one on too," Emmie confessed to him. She slid her hands slowly down her torso until she was playing with the string to her panties. She would flick it over and over as if she was going to push them down before moving her hand away. Luke was growing very frustrated but didn't want to spoil the show. He was going to let her run this one, he thought to himself. 

After what seemed like a millennium, Emmie finally pushed down her panties, giving him full access to her body. She moved her hands back up to cup her tits as if she were offering them to the gods. Luke came over to her, lowering himself to his knees before her. His head came to her chest and he feasted upon her nipples. She gasped and arched into his mouth. Luke fed at her breast for long moments, the sound of her sighs keeping him latched to her. He wanted to do everything he could to make her ready for him 'cause it wasn't going to take long before he would have to fuck her hard.

He slid his hands to her ass to needle them hard. Emmie moaned and moved in his hands. She opened her legs so he could run a hand from her puckered brown rose to her clit. He slowly ran his hand up and down her slit feeling his fingers wetting more and more with each pass. He wanted to suck her clit so bad but before he could ask her if she wanted him to, she pulled away from him.

She moved to the bed and lay down. "I have to lie down or I'm going to fall down. And I want you to watch as I do this."

Emmie reached down and palmed her pussy. She rubbed lightly and every once in a while she would stick her finger between the lips to tickle her clit. Her ass was moving in motion with her finger. Her breathing quickened and he knew that she was going to come soon. Even time she came close, however, she would pull stop for a second to extend the pleasure.

Looking up at her, she said, "I want you to fuck me while I play with my clit. I have always wanted to know what this feels like. Please, come inside me now."

Luke wasn't one to leave a woman hanging. He threw his clothes off and rushed to the bed, cock in hand. He jerked his cock hard a few times in time with her fingers in her pussy. "God, I love watching you like that. I wanted to eat you but I like this much better. We have to do this once a night for the rest of our lives."

She laughed and agreed. She arched into him as he came to rest above him. She ran her free hand over his chest, enjoying the feel of his pecs beneath her hand. "I love your body. I want to feel it inside me right now."

"Yes, ma'am," Luke said. He aligned his cock with her pussy. He moaned at the feeling of her fingers as they grazed his cock. He pressed into her, groaning at the feeling of her tight entrance. He didn't stop until he was seated deep in her. He sighed as he began to move. He tried to control his movement but when Emmie slid her leg along his to cradle him in her thighs, he began to bang into her. The sounds of her moans were loud in his ears and he latched his mouth to hers to keep her family from thinking that he was killing her. He slammed hard into her, feeling the slight tickle of her rotating fingers as they strummed her clit. It wasn't long before Emmie was barely breathing, hair pressed to her cheeks, both of their bodies covered in sweat. Emmie gripped the back of Luke's head, pulling him up from where he was attacking her tit with his teeth. 

"Look at me, Luke. I want to watch your eyes as you come."

The two maintained eye contact as hard as it was and Emmie knew at that moment that she would never love another man as much as she loved this man. The love he felt for her was pouring from his eyes. She could hardly breathe as she leaned and kissed him. 

"I love you, Luke." As she finished his name, she felt the first wave hit and she went over the edge. She screamed as she rode him, gripping him to her as hard as she could. 

Luke watched her finish and couldn't stop himself from following, shooting his cum deep into her. As they both got their breath back, he whispered in her ear, "I love you and I want to spend the rest of my life proving it to you. When we get back to the States, will you think about becoming my wife?"

Emily-Jane felt tears enter her eyes. "Yes, of course, I will. I want to be your wife."

The couple went to sleep holding each other closely. They pressed the world outside them away for a while and just let themselves enjoy each other. The next morning they were headed downstairs to have breakfast when Luke's phone rang. He kissed Emmie and told her to go get something to eat while he took the call.

He flipped open the phone and saw that it was Ortiz calling. "He better not be on the way to Jamaica, Alex, or I'm going to kick your ass."

Ortiz snorted. "Yeah, like you could ever kick my ass anyway. But nah, he's not coming. I took the liberty of expanding on your initial want and tapped the little asshole's phone. I found that your little guy is unable to get to the phone at the moment anyway. It would seem that he decided that it wasn't worth it when his granny called after receiving an anonymous tip last night about him. She told him in no uncertain terms that if he fucked with your woman, he would die. It looks like he believes her. At last check, he was bothering some poor slob to go out on a date with him. "

Luke laughed. "Good. I didn't want to have to spend my wedding in jail."

The phone was silent for a few moments. "You're getting married? Today? But I didn't even get an invite."

"No, not today, you idiot. I just meant..., never mind, thanks for watching him. I appreciate it. And," he said, pausing for affect "Be prepared to stand up with me in the near future. I want you there in your monkey suit and the whole nine. I want you and Blaine to help me keep this woman."

"Sure, I'll do it. Just tell me when and where," Ortiz replied.

Luke smiled and then before Ortiz could end the call, he said, "Oh, and you are definitely going to have to have a date. Why don't you call Ashleigh and see if she will come? You can bring her when you come down to South Carolina."

Luke ended the call, smiling the whole time. He knew that Alejandro Ortiz was more than likely calling him every name in the book but he didn't care. He knew that the other man needed to get back with the woman who had left him not long ago. Luke didn't know the details, having been out of the country when the breakup happened but he knew that Alex was devastated as much as he tried to hide it. Plus if he remembered correctly, Ashleigh had been from the South as well. Those southern women were known to make their men chase them for a while before they surrendered. 

Luke and Emily-Jane enjoyed the wedding that day and Emily-Jane said a quick thank you when the rings were exchanged and the paperwork signed. She could return to normal now, she thought, but as she gazed at Luke across the altar, she knew that wasn't true. He would never let her be JUST normal. He made her so much more and she couldn't wait to see what their lives brought them. 

***I want to say thank you to everyone who loved this story. I have never had this much appreciation for my stories. With all the positive feedback I have received I truly believe that I might actually be good at this. I want to thank Cristal Ball so much. She helped me so much with this story and without her help it wouldn't be as nice. Thanks so much! I am going to be creating a new story soon so keep an eye out!***