Total pages in book: 51
Estimated words: 46813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46813 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 234(@200wpm)___ 187(@250wpm)___ 156(@300wpm)
I almost told him I didn’t want to go, but a little voice told me to seize the day. If this was going to be our last trip together, then I at least wanted to see our place one last time. I wanted to make one last week of memories with him, memories that would last a lifetime, things I can remember years ahead when we’re no longer in each other’s lives.
So, I put a bright spin on it and told him I’d be home at the designated time. He didn’t even seem different when I finally showed up at home. None of my things were packed away as if I were about to be kicked to the curb; in fact, he hadn’t let anyone change anything in my room since the day I left for the university. He only allows the staff to dust and vacuum in there, and that’s about it.
Now onto the thing that changed everything between us. Garrick had never allowed me to drink, not at home, not out with friends, and he’d made me swear I never would while away at school, not until I was twenty-one. Knowing what had happened to mom, I was sure he was thinking of that when he laid down the law, but I had no problem complying because the only thing I wanted in life was to make him proud, and wasting my time getting drunk or high was not going to achieve that.
But Garrick had always intended for me to take my first drink in his presence, again, no doubt because of what happened to mom, and boy am I glad he did. He’d bought a case of very expensive champagne but only brought two to the cabin, and the rest, as he said, was for me to celebrate with my friends later. I had no idea that two glasses of the stuff would turn me into a wailing blubbering mess or that I would spill so much.
It’s not that I don’t remember what I said; it’s just that I couldn’t help saying it. The next morning I was embarrassed, especially about telling him how I really felt about him. I expected to be rebuffed or scolded at the very least, but he never even brought it up. Instead, he’d taken me to Vegas, where I’d declared since age fourteen is where I wanted to spend my twenty-first birthday.
Once we landed, he still hadn’t brought it up, not even when he took me out shopping all day and doing the things I wanted to. By the time we got back to the hotel room high above the glitz and glamor of the strip, I was sure he was thinking of a way to let me down easy. So, I did what every self-respecting woman who’s about to lose the love of her life would. I went after that other bottle of champagne that I’d seen him pack earlier and then put in the wine cooler when we got here.
Once again, I reached my limit of two glasses, and that’s when I learned that he was giving us both time to decide if this was what we really wanted. He didn’t want to take advantage of this as just some schoolgirl crush, but I assured him that I’d outgrown that one when I was about sixteen and had been head over heels in love with him since about eighteen or nineteen, and it was never going to change. I think I even yelled it at him.
The next thing I knew, we were at the chapel; he didn’t even warn me. Just took the glass from my hand, took my hand in his, made a few calls, and that was it, we were man and wife less than an hour later. By the time we made it back to the room, we’d both done way too much celebrating, but I sobered up real quick when I got my first look at the monster between his thighs.
I’d never seen a real cock before, but I knew from my biology class that his was way above average. I’d been so scared that I would mess up somehow, and he’d been so gentle and patient with me. It was the most exhilarating experience of my life, and I’m so glad that I’d waited, that I’d saved myself for him, and so was he.
He kept thanking me over and over even when he was inside me for not letting anyone else have me ever. He acted so honored that I forgot the pain of him breaching me for the first time and just reveled in his attentions.
We didn’t talk about home again; he wanted our impromptu honeymoon to be about just us and no outside interference, claiming that he’d deal with it upon our return. I still have another three weeks left in my break with Xmas in the middle, and I can’t wait to spend them with him.