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  "How about a swim?"

  "Chan- your wound! You can't!"

  "Please, I'm on enough antibiotics to kill a horse."

  She tilted her head at me as I pulled the blanket away.

  "Antibiotics don't kill horses Chan."

  "Ah, but if they did..."

  Her eyes were wide as she flew through the air. She looked like an indignant angel with her long hair streaming out behind her.

  Right into the water.

  She came up just in time to get splashed as I landed close by. I grabbed her legs and squeezed her under the water.

  "Chan!"

  She was not amused. Suddenly I wasn't laughing either. Actually, the water was a bit colder than I'd anticipated.

  "Why would you do that?"

  I grinned at her.

  "I had to do something to get my dick to calm down."

  Her mouth opened as I dragged her against me so she could feel my raging hard on.

  "It didn't work."

  "Do you always wake up like this?"

  "Like this? No. I sometimes have morning wood. But you could cut glass with this thing."

  "So it's from... me?"

  "Oh yes, Princess. My cock has your name written all over it."

  She was giggling as I scooped her up and carried her back to the shore.

  "Come on, let's warm up in the car."

  We grabbed our stuff and ran to the car, just as the sky was starting to get bright. The cabin was isolated, but still, I didn't want anyone seeing her cute little tush but me.

  That sweet little ass was all mine.

  Legally.

  She started to pull her clothes on and I stopped her. I gave her puppy dog eyes. I looked down at my cock and back at her again.

  "Come on Chan, do you really want to do it in the car?"

  I grinned at her, holding my shaft. She stared at it and licked her lips. My dick lurched towards her and she gasped.

  "I guess you do..."

  "You know Caro, I've been wanting to get you into the backseat of a car since I was 14 years old."

  I pulled her damp body against mine.

  "No. 12."

  "You did not know what to do when you were 12 years old!"

  I kissed her shoulder, guiding her thighs around my waist.

  "I had a general idea."

  She whimpered as I slid the tip of my cock into her welcoming warmth.

  "Give me fifteen minutes to live the dream."

  "Oh- okay. But - oh my - don't take too long."

  I started grinding my cock into her sweetness. I was already so excited; I knew it wouldn't be a full fifteen minutes. It was almost embarrassing, how easily she excited me.

  I leaned down to kiss her neck, whispering in her ear.

  "That should not be a problem."

  Carolina

  "He takes his pills at 8, 12, 4 and again at 8 pm. Then if he's still up I give him a pill at midnight."

  I nodded, watching Chan's grandmother arrange the pills on the kitchen counter.

  "These, he only takes once a day, with dinner."

  She held up another bottle.

  "And these, are for pain. So I think it's time to wean him off of them."

  She gave me a stern look.

  "He's off schedule today of course. I trust you can make the adjustments. Since it's your fault he was out all night gallivanting."

  I blushed at the thought of what we'd done last night by the lake. And in the cabin. And in the car.

  Especially the car.

  It had been fast and dirty.

  Very, very dirty.

  But he'd been right. It was the best way to get warm. Of course it had been his fault we were cold and wet to begin with!

  I sighed, cleaning up his room while he showered. He had taken a big risk getting his wound wet. He told me he'd just wanted an excuse to take a shower. And then he'd tried to pull me inside the bathroom with him.

  With his grandmother in the house!

  I shook my head. The man was incorrigible. I smiled, throwing out some wilted flowers from one of his many admirers. The girls in town were going to be pea green with envy when they found out about our wedding.

  Yes, he was definitely incorrigible. And gorgeous... and sexy... and sweet... and all mine.

  He pulled me against him from behind, still wet from his shower.

  "I need to go home Chan. I still smell like lake."

  "We need to set a date. How does next weekend sound?"

  "I can't plan a wedding in four days!"

  I turned around to see him with just a towel wrapped around him. He sure liked to show his body off. Not that I minded...

  He started kissing my neck.

  "Hmmm... weekend after then."

  "I can't- Chan!"

  He was grinding his cock against me as he licked my throat.

  "Hmm... you taste like fresh fish!"

  "You cannot be horny again already!"

  "Oh Princess. You have no idea."

  I laughed, gently shoving him away. He smiled at me, not in the least bit offended. He pulled me in close again.

  "So it's settled. Wedding in ten days. Then you will be at my beck and call!"

  I nodded, happiness overflowing. My stuff back in Miami would have to wait. I had so much to do... plans to make... a new wedding dress to buy...

  He was staring at me, serious for once. He gripped my face gently.

  "I was thinking... I might buy that empty storefront. Start a dance school. You can help. I know you got some moves Princess."

  I was laughing as he spun me around his bedroom.

  Especially when his towel fell off.

  Chapter Twenty Three

  Chandler

  It was four days until my wedding. Almost a week since that blissful night in by the lake. And the morning after in the car.

  I hadn't been alone with Carolina once in that entire time. It felt like everyone was conspiring to keep us apart. Her family. My family. Our friends.

  Even Mother Nature was being disagreeable. With so much rain, I couldn't even try and get her alone in the damn backyard! It was awful.

  Basically, my dick felt like it was going to start growing moss.

  I was not happy. My balls were even less happy.

  I'd been busy of course. I had to go back to the doctor just yesterday. And find a house for us to live in. Plus, everyone wanted to see me, get the gossip.

  Everyone in town was talking about the wedding.

  It wasn't every day a delinquent like me married the prettiest girl in town.

  Plenty of guys had come by to ask me how I'd managed it and asked me for details on melting the Ice Princess. And more than a few ladies had swung by to see if they could change my mind. Or give me a going away present.

  I'd told them all the same thing.

  Not a chance in hell.

  But there came a time when a man had had enough. And this was that time. It was late at night. I was dressed in solid black, with a baseball cap pulled over my eyes.

  I was going tom catting.

  Well, kind of.

  Tonight I was sneaking in to see Caro. She'd made me promise not to tell anyone we were already married. Which meant no hanky panky. She still took her chastity vow seriously, especially back home. Even though we had a very big loophole.

  I had reluctantly agreed. But enough was enough. The way things were going, I wasn't even going to make it to the wedding.

  Not with my dick in the state it was in.

  I let myself out the back door, making sure it didn't slam shut behind me. Then I was off, whistling as I made my way across town towards Caro's house. Her nana's house anyway.

  Her place was soon to be with me.

  In our house.

  I'd already found a place and made an offer. I knew she'd love it. But not as much as I'd love being there with her. I couldn't wait for that. I imagined having her at my beck and call. Sharing a bed. Showering together.

  Mak
ing love every night. The early evening. The middle of the afternoon.

  Let's not forget the classic breakfast fuck.

  Or should I say, the soon to be classic breakfast fuck.

  Oh yes, we were going to have lots of classics in our house. I felt my cock twitch in my pants remembering Caro's first attempt at a blowjob. Her sweet, hot mouth had felt like heaven on my cock. She might be inexperienced, but she had a knack for pleasing me. It was almost more than I could take.

  I groaned and picked up my pace.

  I was over at her place in another ten minutes. The streets were quiet, other than an occasional dog bark. I fit right in.

  Thankfully no one saw me, because I looked like a cat burglar.

  I grinned. That was funny. I was a burglar. A pussy burglar.

  Caro would laugh when I told her that.

  I crept to the back of the house. It was nearly 3 o'clock in the morning. All the lights were off.

  It was a beautiful night. Not too hot and not too cold. Luck was on my side. Caro had left her window open.

  I released the screen and carefully lowered it to the ground. Then I grabbed the sill and lifted myself over it. Right onto her bed.

  Caro must have kicked the sheets off because I could see her and her adorable little pajama set. Tiny little shorts and a cami. I approved.

  I slid my shirt off and started on my pants. I leaned over and whispered in her ear as I kicked my jeans to the floor.

  "Wake up Princess. Time to get your sweet little pussy gobbled."

  Big eyes blinked up at me. Then from across the room I heard a giggle.

  "Chan?"

  I knew before I even looked.

  Caro was having a sleep over.

  Carolina

  I could not stop giggling. Katey hadn't been able to either. I'm sure I would never hear the end of this.

  But Lord, my husband made me laugh.

  He looked so sad to find that we were not alone that Katey took mercy on him and took her pillow into the living room to sleep on the couch.

  Chan had leapt up, kissed her hand and promised her all kinds of outlandish things.

  Like a pony.

  I was still laughing when Chan shut the door and wiggled his brows at me.

  "Where were we? Oh yes. I was about to feast on your hot little pussy."

  A hot blush covered my cheeks. Heck, it covered my whole body. I watched as he kicked his jeans off, revealing his magnificent cock. It was standing straight up.

  Oh my...

  It had been a while since I saw it. Touched it. Or, well, anything else.

  He grinned as he pulled my pajama bottoms off.

  "Did I tell you how many times I dreamed of doing this?"

  I shook my head, already breathless. And he hadn't even touched me yet.

  "No."

  "Well, not just this. But sneaking into your room late at night."

  "I'm sure you sneaked into lots of rooms."

  He kissed his face down my stomach to rest between my thighs.

  "No. Girls were always sneaking into mine though!"

  I smacked his shoulder and he winked, leaning forward to tongue me. No warming. Just hot, wet tongue in my most sensitive spot.

  "Chan, we don't have... ohhhh... a lot of time."

  He said something but it was muffled.

  "My mom gets up at 5. An hour. No more."

  He said something else. I gave up and lay back, letting him work his magic on me. His tongue was inside me now. He used it like he used his... cock. I was just getting used to all the dirty talk he liked to use.

  I was starting to like it myself.

  I just had to be careful not to use it in front of company.

  I giggled at the thought of letting a comment about my husband's cock slip out over tea. Then I stopped giggling. Because Chan was overwhelming me with sensations.

  He used his hands to slide my camisole up. Now he was stroking my sensitive nub and my nipples at the same time. It was too much. I was going to come.

  And I was never quiet when I came.

  I tried to hold back, but it was useless. I started to moan and Chan's hand came down on my mouth, muffling the sound. Somehow that just made me come harder.

  Before the orgasm had even faded he was above me, kissing me, pushing his way inside. My orgasm seemed to extend with each stroke of his cock. His hips moved sinuously, circling to go as deep as possible.

  My man knew how to love me, that was for sure.

  My mouth opened as I started to come again and he muffled the sound with a kiss.

  But he didn't stop.

  Not for a second.

  No he made it last. He didn't slow down, or go fast enough to come. Chan seemed determined to use every single second of the hour I'd given him to make love to me.

  Boy, did he ever.

  He lifted both my legs and held them high in the air, fucking me deep and hard. I could tell he liked this position because he was staring at my breasts. He had a look of utter concentration on his face as he thrust faster and harder.

  I think he was just trying to make them bounce.

  He fell forward on top of me with a groan. I felt the delicious tingles that only happened when he came. His cock was pulsing deep inside me. My body writhed around on the bed. I lost all control with him.

  Every time.

  I didn't mind one bit.

  It was exactly 4:30 when he finally rolled off of me. He lay there, breathing heavily. I nudged him.

  "Time to go, Husband."

  He kissed my hip and pulled his pants on.

  "Sweet dreams, Wife."

  He shimmied out the window and winked at me as he clicked the screen back into place.

  I watched him walk away, still rearranging his clothes. Our neighbor Mrs. Beecham, walked out her front door at that exact moment. She took one look at him, then back at my house.

  He grinned and wished her a good morning.

  I shouldn't have been surprised when Mrs. Beecham wished him good morning right back.

  I fell back into my bed, feeling warm and loved. And very, very satisfied.

  Only four days left until my wedding...

  This one was going to be the kind of wedding little girls dreamed of.

  I fell asleep with a smile on my face.

  Chapter Twenty Four

  Chandler

  Finally, it was here. Saturday September 24th. Our wedding day.

  Well, our official one anyway.

  I stood on a low hill overlooking the lake in a sport coat and tie. My hair was neatly combed into submission with gel and determination. I was freshly shaven. In my pocket was a box holding a slender gold band.

  Joss stood beside me as my best man.

  Bear, Chaz, DJ and Mike had all flown down to serve as groomsmen.

  A bunch of male strippers wearing dress clothes... well, it had all the ladies present fanning themselves.

  We were quite a spectacle.

  Shari and Katey were walking down the aisle now, scattering rose petals. I stood up straight. It was happening.

  Showtime.

  I felt my heart stop as Carolina appeared.

  Her white dress was simple, elegant and classic. Just like her. Her hair was twisted high on her crown with flowers woven into it. A few tendrils had been allowed to escape, framing her beautiful face.

  Her eyes were clear as she walked towards me. Love shone out of them, plain as day. I knew I was the luckiest man alive in that moment.

  She looked like an angel.

  Hell, she was an angel.

  She had been anyway. Before I corrupted her. Now she was a fallen angel. My fallen angel.

  I had a clear image of that night in Vegas. I'd corrupted her over and over again. I planned to corrupt her again tonight.

  Uh oh.

  Just like that my dick got hard.

  Wedding boner.

  I could not imagine a more awkward place to get an erection. But there was nothing to do but
try and ignore it. Until about thirty seconds after the ceremony anyway.

  Pastor Evans started talking and I tuned out, trying to think about puppies and nuns and trains going into tunnels and rockets blasting off... Damn! That wasn't working.

  Instead I started wracking my brain for places to get Caro alone. The old fishing cabin was nearby, around halfway around the lake. Ten minutes walk. That was too long to wait. I forced myself to get creative.

  A car. Any car. A tree would do.

  The dress was white though. Couldn't mess that up. I'd have to be careful. Lift it somehow. Maybe she could hold it up while I fucked her. As long as I could keep my balance it wouldn't be a big deal.

  Or, she could ride me!

  Her dress would stay nice and clean then.

  I grinned at Caro and she shook her head. I realized the Pastor was preaching on the seriousness of married life. He was talking about trials and tribulations. I forced myself to stop smiling and look somber.

  We'd already had quite a few of those.

  I think I deserved a little nookie at this point. No questions asked. This past week alone had been hell on my testicles.

  Caro squeezed my hand and I jumped.

  "Do you take this woman to be your wife?"

  I nodded, blurting out a loud 'yes.'

  Everyone laughed. Caro gave me a look. She was right, I was a fool. This was my second time getting married. I ought to know better by now. I waited for Caro to say her 'I do's' so we could get on with it.

  But the Pastor got caught up in another tangent.

  I went back to planning how to get my bride alone for a quickie.

  Carolina

  I placed my hands into Chan's and listened as our Pastor began to officiate our ceremony.

  He'd been preaching in our town since before I was born. He'd baptized me. He'd given me my first job as a Sunday School teacher. And now he was marrying me.

  It made the ceremony all the more special.

  The sun was setting. Our friends and family were all around us. And we were standing in almost the exact same spot as our first kiss all those years ago.