Uncomplicated(18)

"Jenny, I can't stop thinking about you growing a piece of me inside  you. I understand where you are coming from. Maybe someday?" His eyes  met mine and I could feel the raw love in them. His words made me melt.  They filled me with a want I had never had before. The want to share a  forever with someone. That feeling all those bimbos back home had gushed  about when they met the one.

The love and kittens. The desire for a white picket fence and children.  The want for a forever with one person, forsaking all others, as long as  we both shall live. I may not remember the vows we took in a tiny  midnight ceremony, but I cherished them deep in my soul. Only a week  later.

"Mathis. Are you scared I am going to leave you?" I knew I took him off guard when he pulled away from me.         

     



 

His hands ran through his hair, then down his face.

"Yes. Okay. I am. You don't remember our wedding. You didn't want to get  married. I did. I wanted you anyway I could have you, Jenny. I'm afraid  one day you are going to fucking wake up and run off with Jude Emerson,  or anyone else, but me."

Jude Emerson? Was that who had gotten under his damn skin?

"Mathis?" My words were a whisper. I watched as he turned to me once again.

His eyes misted with unshed tears.

"What Jenny?"

"Marry me again. We'll do it right this time. I need to know you'll  always be my one and only. I need to know you aren't going to run off on  me. Leaving me behind and heartbroken."

His eyes widened and he pulled me close. Before he could take control, my lips crashed to his.

"You are mine, Mathis. Only mine. No one else's." My tongue pushed entry  into his mouth, exploring and massaging every inch of his mouth.  Staking my claim.

"Your mouth. Your dick. Your beautiful chest. Your gorgeous eyes. Every  fucking inch of you is mine." My hand pushed inside his lounge pants and  grabbed his cock.

He jumped at the touch, but lay back on the bed.

"Jenny, what are you doing?"

"Claiming what is mine, Mathis." I pulled the sheer nighty I was wearing over my head and tossed it onto the floor.

His intense stare roamed from my eyes down to my tits, taking in every  inch of my naked body. I straddled his lap and lowered my lips to his  neck.

In between each kiss and lick, I claimed my man.

"You. Are. Mine. Mathis." I bit and sucked hard, leaving a hickey on his  neck. Momentarily marking him. Branding him as mine. "No other woman  will ever touch you again. Do you understand me?"

My grip on his dick tightened. "Tell me, Mathis. Tell me you are mine."

"Harder. Squeeze me harder," he groaned.

"Tell me," I said, pinching his cock.

"I'm yours, Jenny. No one else's. The only pussy I ever want is yours." His words sent a chill through my body.

"Take your pants off. Now," I demanded him and he quickly shed the only  piece of clothing between us. "I'm gonna take what's mine now."

I lowered my wet cunt onto his dick. I claimed it as mine as I rode up  and down, moaning his name and demanding him to tell me who he belonged  to with each thrust. Just as my climax slowly started to coat his cock, I  could feel him empty his hot load into my cunt, marking me as his own  for the second time tonight.

"Fuck, I love you." And with those four words, I collapsed onto his chest.







It was almost one o'clock in the morning when I pulled him out of his  expensive black sports car and into some random wedding chapel on the  strip. I was wearing the sequined dress I bought while out with my  mother, and he had one of his many expensive suits on, complete with a  red tie.

"Where did that hot little number come from?" he asked me as we stood in the lobby of the chapel.

"Check your credit card bill," I said with a wink. "I got it when I was  out with Mom the other day shopping. She almost had a heart attack.  Priceless!"

He laughed and pulled me tight, pressing a kiss to my temple. "You sure you wanna do this?"

His question took me by surprise. The first time around he was so eager  to get me here, now he was getting cold feet? What gives?

"Of course I do, Mathis. I love you." I pressed my lips gently against  his, careful not to brand him with my bright red lipstick.

He continued to fidget while we filled out all the paperwork and waited  for the Elvis impersonator of the hour to come and marry us.

"Jennifer and Mathis?" A large man with a southern twang caught our attention and we stepped into the small chapel.

"Y'all ready to get the show on the road?" he asked while pulling some  papers out of his pocket. We both nodded in agreement as he whizzed  through his marriage speech, only stopping when he reached the vows  portion, as we had made it clear in the paperwork that we had our own.

"I, Jennifer Sunshine, take you Mathis Verlinden to be my husband. For  better and for worse. Through way too many drinks and your angry  possessive outbursts. In our good times and our bad. I am only yours  forever. As long as we both shall live. Or until I kill you in your  sleep. I love you." I couldn't help but join into the laughter  surrounding us.

"I, Mathis Verlinden, take you Jennifer Sunshine to be my wife. From the  moment you walked into my life, my world has finally started to make  sense. Everything is right. My days start and end with you, and I never  want to go another day without you by my side. Even if you try and kill  me in my sleep. I love you more than life itself."         

     



 

"By the power invested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss your bride!"

Before his lips came to mine, they parted and he began to speak.

"And Jenny? We were never really married before. But now, it is official."

Before I could kick him in the balls, his mouth was on mine even as I protested.





Chapter Eighteen

Officially Mine

Mathis





"You … really? I … ugh … I can't … " Listening to my wife attempt to form a full  sentence after my admission of never marrying her officially was  priceless to say the least.

"Love." I pulled her into my arms and kicked the door closed. "Stop … I … "  She huffed, pushing against me. My hand dipped to the small of her back  before cupping her ass. "Cat got your tongue?" I teased, nuzzling my  nose into the crook of her neck.

"I think I hate you," she mumbled. I chuckled and lifted her dress to  her waist. Squeezing her ass in my hands, I pushed her up against the  wall. "Do you? How much do you hate me, love?" I asked, rubbing my  pelvis against the apex between her thighs. She moaned and then frowned  before attempting to push me again.

"You never married me. This was all a fucking sham." I smirked and  nipped up the side of her neck to her mouth. "No, it wasn't. I did marry  you, but I never signed the marriage license."

"Why not?" she asked, leaning her head to the side.

"Because I wanted to make sure you wouldn't leave first." I cupped her mound and rubbed my palm against her clit.

She moaned and reached for my belt buckle. "Well, I'm not leaving now, but you could have told me."

Moving her panties to the side, I lifted her in my arms and her legs  around my waist. "Would you have stayed if you had known that?"

Jennifer gasped when I lowered her onto my dick. "Probably not." She panted.

"Didn't think so." I grabbed her hands and pulled them above her head,  linking our fingers together. The rest of that night, I took my time  showing her how much I did, in fact, love her, and how sorry I was for  not telling her about not signing the marriage license. Even though she  was mad at me at first, it was all worth it in the end. To have her and  to hold her. Spending the rest of our lives loving each other.  Everything was fucking worth it.







I woke the next morning feeling like someone had chopped off my junk and  sewed it back on with chicken wire. Okay, maybe not so bad, but my dick  fucking hurt. Is there such a thing as too much sex? I looked over at  the naked sleeping form beside me. My cock hardened. Nope. Apparently  not.

I placed a kiss on Jennifer's bare shoulder and rolled out of bed. My  head fucking pounded. God, what was wrong with me? Oh yeah. Jude and  every other fucker that came my wife's way. My wife. It was official and  I was the happiest man alive. Pulling on a pair of blood red draw  string sweat pants, I padded into my office. It was five in the morning  and I couldn't sleep. Insomnia was a bitch. I loaded up the laptop and  trudged into the kitchen to get my caffeine fix when I saw the red light  flashing on my answering machine. Pressing the play button, I made  coffee while I waited for the message to sound through the air.

"Mathis Verlinden."

My stomach dropped at the deep voice on the other end. Jude.

"You will give me Jenny for one night if you know what's fucking good  for you. Or else I will just come and take what's rightfully mine. I  don't care if you officially married her tonight."