Page 98 of Dreams and Reptiles

“You did all this for me?” He approached and took me into his arms, kissing my head.

“I mean, mostly I did it for John Wayne, but… I guess for you. Happy birthday or whatever.”

It was his turn to pinch me.

“Ow,” I said, pouting up at him. “Is this the response I can expect to future matrimonial gifts?” I couldn’t pull off pretending to be hurt, though. I was so blissed out, all I could do was smile and laugh. I’d come here to live the dream, and, boy, was I living it now.

“I can’t believe we got married.”

“You can’t believe it?” I said, and nibbled on his chin. “I thought the best thing that would come out of today was not murdering anyone or allowing anyone to be murdered on my property.”

“You turned a major disappointment into something really beautiful. Was it your idea or Evelyn’s?”

“She thought of having her son and wife renew their vows. That was really moving. The Deevers were sad, but they understood where Todd and Karen were coming from. I suggested they open it up to others, since so many of the people coming to the wedding know each other so well. Maybe part of me was trying to resurrect my belief that marriage can be a beautiful thing.” I laughed. “It must have done the trick, because here we are.”

“We are,” Kendall breathed. “And we can take care of the legal part whenever you’re ready. We can make all the pertinent decisions as soon or as late as you want. In no way was I trying to pressure you.”

“You didn’t at all,” I said, cupping his face. “I wanted this. I want this. I know there are things to work out, but let’s take tonight, at the very least, to celebrate us.”

“I like that plan.”

What started out as sweet kisses in the moonlight grew heated in a hurry.

“Kendall,” I cried, as he slid his hands in my pants and gripped my ass. He opened his eyes and gazed down at me.

“Baby, I need you.”

We gazed at each other, broke into laughter, and darted up the steps into the gazebo. I pulled him to the floor, and he stretched out over me as I yanked open his fly.

“Earlier, I had all kinds of ideas on how to please you on our wedding night, but now⁠—”

“Later. Fuck, Francis…”

I spit in my hand and gripped his cock. He groaned and rolled to the side so he could get access to my fly.

“Take us both in your big strong hands, my love. I want to come all over you.”

In seconds, he had my pants down and both of our cocks in his hands, just as requested. The wood was digging into my hip, and I was pretty sure I already had splinters in my ass cheek, but as we rocked together and our tongues slid over each other’s, I was in absolute heaven with the man I loved with all my heart.

I hooked a leg over his hip and tugged on his nipple, gasping for breath as the intensity built higher and higher. I moaned louder with each thrust, and Kendall tried to muffle the sound by kissing me. I’d warned him. I couldn’t help the volume, he overwhelmed all of my sensations, all of my inhibitions.

“Told you I was loud.”

“I want you to scream for me, husband.”

He added more pressure and got what he wanted.

I came first, shouting until my voice was hoarse, and my hot mess got him moving frantically, chasing his own release.

“Baby,” he cried, just before I felt him spill. I held him as he continued to rock against me. We lay there gasping—my ass unequivocally had splinters—and a thought made me start giggling.

“What could possibly have you laughing at this moment?” Kendall asked, his face tucked into my neck.

“While I think this was the perfect place to consummate our marriage, I think your daughter would surely file an HR complaint if she caught us out here, asses in the wind.”

“Is that all?” he said, rolling onto his back. “I was afraid you were going to complain about this being too much nature.”

“Not complaining at all, my love, but you’re going to have to get the splinters out of my ass for me.”