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“This is the church of my dreams,” I said.
“I took everything into consideration,” he said. “I wanted nothing but the best for my queen.”
The chauffeur opened the door and Kobe stepped out to then offer me a hand as I, too, stepped out.
The wedding march began to play as we climbed the stairs and approached the church doors.
At the altar, the pastor stood waiting. But the surprise was Layla standing beside him. Wearing a beautiful pale pink chiffon gown and holding a bouquet of dark pink roses, she smiled lovingly at me. On the other side of the pastor stood Axel as well as Kobe’s younger brother, Caleb, both so handsome in their tuxedos. While Axel looked almost identical to Kobe, who looked like a younger version of their father, Errol King, who was still a hunk of a man; Caleb looked more like Taryn, who was stunning, with his dark blonde hair and subtle features.
Caleb was gorgeous like a Nordic Viking. Thick lips, greenish-blue eyes, high sharp cheekbones; and a tall muscular build; he was like a blonde version of his older brothers. The Kings were a handsome bunch. And if Axel proposes to Layla, she would be the sister-in-law I’ve always wished I had. Fingers crossed that these two would work out.
In the first pew, standing to watch us walk down the aisle, were my mother and father on one side and Taryn and Errol on the other.
Kobe solemnly walked me to the altar, and we exchanged our vows.
“Way to go, bro,” Axel let out as we were declared man and wife.
“Kiss the bride!” Caleb shouted.
Kobe gave me a passionate kiss that had the small gathering applauding our union.
As we walked out, our parents followed behind us.
“I guess that makes us partners,” I heard my father tell my new father-in-law.
“I guess you’re right. One big happy family.”
Behind them, I heard Taryn. “Just imagine what our grandchildren will be like.”
“Beautiful, talented and kind,” Mom said.
After a brief reception, Kobe addressed the small gathering.
“Thank you all for taking part in this very special day for both of us,” he said. “But if you all don’t mind, I would like to whisk my new bride away for a very special evening.”
They all raised their glasses and cheered as Kobe did whisk me away to our honeymoon suite as the Red Rock Casino, nearby the church.
We couldn’t get to our suite fast enough.
FINALLY, ALONE IN OUR suite, Kobe removed my lovely gown and laid me back on the bed.
“I can’t believe we are finally here,” he said as he looked at my nude body. “I can’t believe this night has finally come.”
In the past last months, we’d teased and tantalized each other with everything, coming close to the brink of penetration, but held off. It was torture waiting for the ultimate satisfaction, but we made a promise to each other to wait. Yes, to wait until we were completely promised to each other. To wait until we were married. It was our commitment to each other. Now we were ready, without worrying at all about any consequences. He kissed me as our hands explored one another’s body. Soon he had me too aroused. I could hardly stand it.
“Now, Kobe,” I pleaded. “Fuck me now before I lose my mind.”
“Anything you say, Mrs. King,” he said with a grin as he nudged his dick to my wet core. “Anything you say.”
He entered me, slowly and carefully. But after the initial break, he made love to me, just the way I’d always dreamed it would be.
“My queen,” he said as he kissed my ear. “Now you are mine... and only mine.”
“And you’re mine, too,” I said. “My king, Mr. Brutal, but Loving King.”
Kobe laughed and said, “If you think I was messed up, a brutal king, you should see my younger brother Caleb. He’s so bitter, he’s not even in the restaurant business.”
“Really?” I asked. “What is he into then?”