Both the wedding and the reception were held in the woods. Our families agreed that it was lovely. Even Brigid’s dreaded sister perked up a bit despite her obvious bitter envy.
“Come with me, honey,” I said, touching Brigid gently on the arm.
“What’s up?”
“I think it’s time we gave your sister her present.”
Meegan was by the punch bowl. The one with vodka in the mix that only the guests were supposed to drink from. Rooms had been made up in the house for anyone too drunk to drive.
Her dress, a slightly simpler version of the one Brigid was wearing, looked perfect on her. Natural. She had already asked if she would be able to keep it.
“Meegan?”
“Oh, hello,” she said, at least trying to be civil.
“We have something for you. Kind of a combination maid-of-honor gift and a thanks for letting me stay with you so long.”
“Thank you,” Meegan said, her face stony.
The paper dropped away and Meegan suddenly looked like she might cry. The book was large and leather-bound. The title was etched into the aged brown leather in Gaelic.
“It can’t be - I mean, not the original.”
“No, it’s a copy, but a damn good one. 11th century, according to my research. The illuminations are quite beautiful.”
“Thank you,” Meegan said, humbleness emanating from her very core.
I had another present to give her, though.
“I would like you to meet my brother, Sven,” I said.
“Does he look like you?” Meegan asked, as though she was dreaming.
“He’s my twin, so, yes. Though our mother says I’m the handsome one. To be fair to him, he made his money as a lawyer, which is something I could have never done. You might have heard of them. Olafssen and associates?”
“Your brother is Sven Olafssen?” Meegan asked, a certain gleam in her eye.
“According to our mother.”
“Wow. That’s great. Thank you!”
Brigid
I had never seen Meegan so happy. We hadn’t had the best upbringing, which at least partly explained her adult personality. She couldn’t protect me from our abusive father when we were kids, so she started protecting me ever since.
The only problem was, she saw every man as a potential threat. Wanting to help and save people was also what drove her to go into nursing. She told me as much at her graduation party. She was several sheets to the wind at the time, but that tended to make her even more truthful.
I was glad we had been able to make up, with Leif’s help. I was ready to let bygones be bygones.
She danced with Sven like a teenager at the prom, finally living out a fraction of the adolescence she never was allowed to have. The Book of Kells had been my idea, as I knew how much Meegan was into history, though Leif was the one who really made it happen.
The party wound down, most of the guests going to find their rooms in the big beautiful house. The kitchen staff were already working on food for those who might still be a bit peckish, even after demolishing the spread on the center table.
“Bye, Mommy,” my favorite little voice said.
“See you soon, baby,” I said, giving Polly a last hug, after having turned her over to the nanny we had hired.
From the house we went to the nearby airport where Leif kept his plane. I wasn't sure why I was initially surprised he had a private plane. To save the trouble of having to wait for someone to come in and fly it, Leif had long ago added a pilot’s license to his list of skills and achievements.
Double-checking the fuel supply, he helped me up into the two-seater and prepared for takeoff. The charted destination: the coastal Norwegian town of Sunnfjord where Leif had bought us a cabin as a getaway. Our honeymoon seemed to be the perfect time for a first visit.
There was no airport in Sunnfjord. The closest one was in the city of Bergen, which was, according to him, known as one of the main homes of Norwegian black metal.
That didn’t matter, though. The grounds around the cabin were considerable, and while it was unlikely that we would technically be allowed to land there, there would be no patrols standing by to write us up.
Catching me in his waiting arms as I hopped out of the plane, Leif carried me to the cabin, not putting me down until we were well across the threshold, closing the door behind us with his foot. It was like we had stepped back in time. The cabin had been lovingly preserved over the hundreds of years it had stood.
The dress wasn’t too hard to get out of. Leif had had it designed with hooks up the back that held it together, without which it would literally fall off. I hadn’t worn any underwear that evening, knowing what was coming next.
“Good girl,” Leif purred, seeing the buttplug firmly in place.
I felt proud of myself for being able to keep it in me so long. I wasn’t sure that I would be able to, but I was willing to try. He had been putting me through anal training the last week or so and it had been the final test.
Preparing me with his tongue, his cock already quite hard, Leif put me in our favorite position, my legs over the edge of the bed, and slid his beautiful cock inside me, making me feel it as he entered me. His hot cock throbbed deep inside my pussy, our heartbeats falling into sync.
We came together, Leif pulling the plug out in time to get his head in instead, unloading inside me. Leaving his cock inside me, his giant load warming me to the core, he started pushing in further.
I moaned but didn’t stop him, wanting it as much as he did. We were on our honeymoon and I wanted to give him my anal virginity.
Leaning down to kiss me, he started moving gradually faster. My moan sounded like it was coming from somewhere else.
I knew what was happening, but it didn’t seem real. I felt like I was standing beside the bed, watching as Leif lovingly took my asshole for the first time. I wrapped myself around him as he pumped.
My legs around his waist and my arms around his neck, grounding myself, bringing us close together. As he came inside me again, I let out a sigh of joy. I was his, he was mine, and we would never be parted again.
THE END
Locked Down with Mr. Right
A Billionaire and Single Mom Romance
Love Under Lockdown, Book 12
A series of standalone quarantine romance books.
Copyright © 2020 Jamie Knight Romance.
Jamie Knight –
Your Dirty Little Secret Romance Author
All rights reserved.
Chapter One - Addie
The machines made their music. The industrial cacophony echoed over the dark water. Long Island wasn't Manhattan, though it could be like herding cats to convince people of that.
I focused on the crank and grind, trying to make a song out of it. I had been a fan of Industrial back when it was first popular. But I hadn’t been old enough to actually go to the shows. Taking the aching thrum as a base, I added the guitars and vocals in my head. It was difficult not to hum along.
I already wasn't super popular at work, even though I had been there a good decade longer than most of my co-workers. I tried not to think about it. Easier thought than done, though. No matter how hard I tried to push the thoughts out of my head, the more they came rushing back. I guess it only made sense that it would be hard not to think about him. He was my son, after all.