Chapter 34

*July 25th, The Wedding*

When the knock sounded on the door, all heads in the room turned towards it. I rolled my eyes as everyone stood there in complete silence before hiking up my skirts and walking over to answer it.

“Hi, Alex,” greeted Elise as she entered the room. Her eyes went wide as she took in the sight of me in my wedding dress. “Oh you look so beautiful! Jonathan is going to love it!”

I smiled, “Thanks Elise.”

I made my way back to the dressing table where Sarah was trying to finish curling Samantha’s hair and Alishia was frowning over my veil.

Alishia shook her head, “I don’t think you should use the white pins with the veil Alex, they don’t seem to be that sturdy.”

“I know Ali, but the black ones will stand out too much.” I replied.

Elise walked up to Alishia and looked down at the veil, “Let me see.”

Alishia handed the veil to Elise who looked at it for a few moments then lifted it to my hair. “It’s supposed to go like this right?”

Alishia nodded.

“Okay then, why don’t we maneuver some stands of hair like this. Then place the veil over her hair like this and fasten it to the hair strands with some black pins here. And use the white pins along the outer edges where it’s okay for them to be seen.”

As Elise finished fastening the veil to my hair, Alishia grinned. “Wow! That works out really well Elise! You’re a life saver!”

I chuckled at Alishia’s relief. “Thanks, Elise. You saved Ali from stressing too much.”

Elise grinned at my comment as Alishia gave a mock pout.

The door opened once more and my mother walked in with a grin. “I’m not sure who is more nervous, the groom or his father.”

Elise laughed, “I know! You’d think it was David who was getting married with the way he was running around the house this morning. In fact, I think it’s all that running around he was doing that made Jonathan nervous.”

I turned to look at Elise, “What was he running around for?”

Elise shrugged, “He was just trying to make sure all the guys were up and getting ready to make it to the church on time. I think he wants to make sure his son doesn’t miss the chance to marry you. He’s looking forward to calling you his daughter.”

I grinned at that. David had already been calling me his daughter over the last couple of months leading up to the wedding. At first, he’d do that and follow it with a muttered comment such as, “Even if her good for nothing real father can’t accept the fact that she’s nearly perfect, I can,” or “Daniel McCain’s loss is my gain.”

He’d been doing that until both Jonathan and Elise had told him to stop with the Daniel McCain bashing because it was driving everyone insane and we’d all gotten the point by now. Still, David continued to boast to everyone who’d listen that he had the best daughter a man could ever hope to have.

Not only did he treat me well, but he’d treated my sister and mother well when they’d stayed in his home for a couple of weeks. Once my mother had gotten the ball rolling for a divorce from dad, she’d gotten her money together and rented a two bedroom townhouse for her and Samantha to move into.

In between moving into the new townhouse, helping me with my wedding, and divorcing dad, she’d also gotten together with Danny and I and told us about the bond money that our father had never mentioned to us before.

She had been right. Our father had set up a bond for each of his children when they were born. That meant that Kevin and Samantha had one too, but the stipulation was that we couldn’t touch it until our twenty first birthday.

However, dad had not mentioned it to Danny because he’d gone and married an ex-model whom dad was wary of. Thinking that Alishia would take Danny for all he was worth, my father refused to tell Danny about his money.

For me, he was waiting until my twenty first birthday to tell me about mine. Of course, he was watching me to see what decisions I’d make by that time. We all knew without a doubt that he would have handed it over with glee if I’d married Mark.

Needless to say, Danny was livid when he found out the reason our dad hadn’t told him about the bonds. It wasn’t the money that Danny was upset about since he was going to get lots of it from his job. It was the way his father viewed Alishia. All this time Danny had thought his family had accepted Alishia, only to find out his father looked down on his choice of a wife.

So, Danny took the case to one of the lawyers at the firm and they began the process of getting dad to release the bond to Danny and to get the terms changed so that I could receive my bond for college.

Danny had gotten his money the moment the lawyers took the case to a judge, but my case was still in negotiation. It was more paperwork than any other reason why my bond had not been awarded to me yet. The lawyers had said that the judge was all in favor of giving me the money to use as college tuition since most bonds were generally meant to help with financial situations such as the one I would soon be facing.

Once all that was being worked on, Danny got the lawyers to make sure Samantha’s bond was still intact and under mom’s protection until Samantha turned twenty one. This way, dad couldn’t touch it once the divorce was final.

It was no surprise that Danny, David, and Jonathan made it clear that my father was banned from making an appearance at my wedding. If he did, there was security waiting to arrest him if he so much as set foot on the grounds of the church and reception hall.

Another knock soon sounded on the door and Terry stuck her head in to tell us that they were ready to begin the ceremony. I gave her a quick hug before she returned to the church to take her seat next to Zach as my wedding guests.

The rest of us walked out together and began getting in line for the procession as my mother and Elise looked me over one last time. Once they were satisfied that all was well, they quickly made their way to their seats at the front of the church.

My mother sat alone, waiting for Danny to join her once he’d walked me down the aisle and Elise sat next to a still nervous David.

We all heard the music begin and I gave a thumbs up to Samantha since she was the first bridesmaid to walk out. She gave me a smile and turned to walk down the aisle.

When Samantha neared the halfway mark, Alishia gave me a quick hug and wished me luck before she too walked down the aisle.

Samantha was met near the end by her escort who was one of Jonathan’s old modeling friends and the two of them walked the rest of the way and parted at the steps. Alishia’s escort was another one of Jonathan’s modeling friends whom she was also familiar with.

Once Alishia neared the end, Sarah turned to me and smiled. “Well, girlfriend, this is it! You are going to be Mrs. Jonathan Parker very soon.”

I chuckled, “I know! I can’t wait!”

Danny laughed, “That was a hint, Sarah! Don’t keep the lady waiting! Get going Ms. Maid of Honor!”

Sarah gave me a hug before walking down the aisle towards Darryl who was waiting for her near the end as Jonathan’s best man. As the two of them walked to the end together and parted, the wedding march began.

Danny held his arm out to me and smiled, “Well, little sister, this is it. You ready to become Mrs. Parker?”

I linked my arm with his and beamed, “Lead on, dear brother, lead on.”

The ceremony went off without a hitch.

I was aware of Jonathan’s eyes on me every step of the way as Danny walked me down the aisle. Danny then shook Jonathan’s hand and placed my hand into his before going to sit next to my mother.

As I recited my vows to Jonathan, I saw the tears sparkling in his eyes and felt the way his fingers curled around mine. It wasn’t until he’d slid the ring on my finger that tears welled up in my own eyes.

And when the priest pronounced us husband and wife, my mother and Elise were both sobbing softly. David kept pretending he had something in his eye.

The kiss Jonathan gave me when the priest said he could kiss the bride was enough to leave me breathless and made my heart soar. In that kiss I could tell how much he loved me and how happy he was that I was now his wife. I only hoped that he could tell how happy I was to be his wife and to have him as my husband.

Finally we made our way back down the aisle as applause surrounded us and followed us into the foyer. We moved into the room where the bridal party had been in before the ceremony to wait for the guests to leave the church so that we could take pictures.

As we stood in the room, Jonathan caressed my cheek and whispered, “You look radiant, beautiful.”

I smiled, “And you look gorgeous, handsome.”

Jonathan grinned at that.

I wasn’t kidding. He really did look gorgeous in his Armani suit. Granted, I had to beg and plead with him to wear the suit because he was just going to get a ready made less expensive suit off the rack. But I convinced him to go all out and wear a designer label since I was going to wear one and we only got one wedding.

It was the one indulgence I had insisted upon because I wanted the pictures of us together to look good. And I knew from experience that putting Jonathan in Armani would guarantee that.

My dress was an off the shoulder, antique ivory gown with a wrap around skirt by Vera Wang. I’d picked it because I’d known it would go well with the traditional looking black and white suit that Jonathan was going to wear.

It was a few minutes before the door opened and Alishia stuck her head in to tell us that we could take pictures now.

After our mothers had fixed us up again and the pictures had been taken, Jonathan and I left the church and climbed into the limousine that would take us to the reception hall. The driver drove us around for a bit to allow the rest of the guests and wedding party to get there before us.

Jonathan and I didn’t waste any time as we set about to promptly mess up all the hard work that had gone into making us look good. He was practically pulling me into his lap as our lips and hands tried in vain to reach through layers of clothing in search of skin.

I moaned into his mouth as his fingers pushed past the skirt and skimmed over my lace covered mound.

He growled the moment his fingers moved under the lace and dipped into my folds, discovering how ready I was for him.

As he stroked me, my hands went down to the front of his pants, trying in vain to get them open and give us both the relief we wanted.

Jonathan leaned back slightly to give me some room to work and happened to glance over my shoulder as he did.

“Alex, beautiful, we have to stop.”

I shook my head in denial as I continued to work on his pants.

Jonathan removed his hands from me and took hold of my wrists. I looked up at him and saw that disappointment in his eyes mirrored what I felt.

“We’re near the reception hall, beautiful.”

I turned my head to see that he was right. We were about two blocks away.

With a sigh of regret, I moved off of him and we both began to right our disheveled state. As the limo came to a stop, we looked each other over before Jonathan leaned down to kiss me quickly.

“We’ll continue this later, Mrs. Parker.”

I grinned as I felt my heart flutter at his proclamation. “Looking forward to it, Mr. Parker.”

When we entered the reception hall, hand in hand, everyone stood up and cheered us on. Jonathan and I made our way through the hall waving, smiling, and thanking those who stopped us to give their congratulations.

Once we were seated at the main table and surrounded by our wedding party, the meal was served. It was a five course affair completely arranged by Elise and my mother. Jonathan and I had nothing to do with it since we’d both said all we’d wanted was to be husband and wife and go on a week long honeymoon.

David had supplied the wines and other spirits for the evening, as well as the champagne that would come out when the cake was cut.

I barely made it through the main course and Jonathan managed to eat portions of all the courses. Of course, he’d done the smart thing and only eaten about half of each portion before the next one was served like most of the others who were there.

Sarah and Darryl both went through the entire five courses as if there was no tomorrow and Alishia only ate the appetizer and salad before she was full. She said she was saving room for the cake as was Samantha.

Once everyone was given ample time to finish the last course, the band started up and we were asked to begin the night by doing the first dance.

So Jonathan held out his hand as he stood up and smiled down at me. “May I have this dance, beautiful?”

I slid my hand into his and allowed him to help me up. “Of course.”

We walked to the middle of the floor as the music began and Jonathan took me in his arms. Needless to say we both promptly lost ourselves in each others eyes as we moved to the music.

As others began to fill the floor, Jonathan and I continued to dance with each other. Jonathan leaned in and whispered, “Did I mention how beautiful you are in that dress?”

I giggled, “Yes, but I don’t mind.”

He kissed my temple, “Well, you are. You took my breath away when you walked down the aisle on Danny’s arm. I couldn’t believe you were going to be all mine.”

I lowered my head to his shoulder and brushed my lips over his neck. I whispered, “I am all yours, Jonathan. Always.”

I could feel him tighten his hold around my waist as we continued to move around the floor. We were both content to just hold each other as the song began to wind down.

Once a new song started, others began to come up and dance with us. Danny was the first to dance with me, followed by Darryl, then David. My mother danced with Jonathan first, then Elise followed by Sarah. One by one we danced with those who shared in our happiness of the night.

When we finally got a breather, Jonathan and I sat down for a while as we continued to have people come up and congratulate us. Neither one of us had any idea that all these people knew us and were that excited about us getting married. There were people from David’s company, Jonathan’s friends from modeling, people from my class, and others that worked in my father’s restaurant that had come to know me. Others were people that our parents knew or were guests of the wedding party.

Jonathan and I really didn’t mind that the wedding had turned out to be huge, all we’d cared about was that we were able to go through with it. That in the end, we were married and happy. So, everyone there seemed to be enjoying it as much as we were and we couldn’t have asked for more.

Later in the night, Jonathan and I cut the cake as the champagne was opened and distributed throughout the place. We had the first bites, feeding it to each other with smiles on our faces.

As the other slices made their way through the crowd, Darryl stood up and made his speech as the best man. “Here’s to Jonathan, my older brother for finally finding his place in life and finding an incredible woman to be his wife. Here’s to Alex, for making an honest man out of my big brother.” He stopped as others laughed at that. “But most of all, here’s to a long, happy life for the two of you. May you both have lots of joy, laughter, and love together forever. Because if you don’t, Sarah is gonna make my life a living hell.”

We all laughed as we raised our glasses and took sips before Sarah stood up to give her speech. “Alex, girlfriend, I’m glad you found your way and stood strong about what you wanted in life. I’m glad that Jonathan is someone you wanted to help support you in your choices. And Jonathan, girlfriend, I’m telling you now, Alex is a very special woman so you’d better treat her right. If I ever find out that you broke my best friends heart in any way, you’re going to lose your girlfriend status and I’m kicking your ass!”

More laughter erupted and Sarah waited until it died down to continue. “Seriously, you two are the most perfect couple I’ve had the privilege to know. You genuinely care for each other, support each other, and seem to understand each other well. So, I too hope that continues to hold true for the rest of your lives together. Here’s to a long, perfect life for you two.”

As everyone raised their glasses again, she added, “Because if you don’t, I’m gonna make Darryl’s life a living hell!”

Once more everyone erupted into laughter and applause for Darryl and Sarah’s speeches.

The rest of the night seemed to pass quickly as we continued to mingle and dance among our family and friends.

The celebration was still in full swing when Jonathan and I decided to take our leave and return to our apartment. We were catching a plane early in the morning for our week long honeymoon, but we both wanted to enjoy our wedding night before we got some sleep.

As we got ready to leave, Jonathan removed my garter and tossed it to the group waiting for it. It was a sight to see Darryl leaping into the air and snatching it away from the guy in front of him. It was like a scene out of a football game! Needless to say he beamed as he came down with the garter firmly in his hand and immediately made his way to Sarah for a congratulatory kiss.

I threw my bouquet next and Samantha was the one to catch it. My mother congratulated her, but made sure she understood that she wasn’t to marry until after she’d graduated from high school.

After that, Jonathan and I waved goodnight to everyone and climbed back into the limousine to return home.

I stood in the middle of the bedroom watching Jonathan remove his suit.

The minute we were inside the apartment, Jonathan had begun to remove his clothes while walking me back towards the bedroom. My arms had been locked around his shoulders as we kissed passionately.

Once Jonathan was undressed, he came to me and caressed my cheek with one hand. I smiled and looked up into his eyes as his hands moved down my neck and over my shoulders.

He leaned down to give me a slow, sweet kiss before moving behind me. He slowly worked the buttons of the dress loose, baring my skin. As he did, he slid his fingers over me, making me close my eyes as shivers of desire moved through me.

Slowly he pushed the dress down my body, letting it pool around my feet. His fingers moved up my legs, over my lacy thong, and up my back. Placing his hands on my shoulders, he turned me around to face him and allowed his eyes to roam over me.

Lifting his gaze back to mine, he spoke in a husky voice. “God, beautiful, I still can’t believe you’re mine.”

I gave him a tender smile before taking his hand in mine and lifting it to my lips. I kissed the ring I had placed on his finger, then placed it on my hip. Leaning forward, I covered his lips with mine and whispered, “I love you, Jonathan Parker, my husband.”

Jonathan made a sound deep in his throat, somewhere between a whimper and a groan, and pulled me to him. He deepened the kiss and swung me into his arms, carrying me to the bed.

I lay back against the sheets as Jonathan moved over me, his hands never still. Soon his lips moved over me, in the wake of his caressing hands. I pressed my breasts to his chest as he reached beneath me to undo the clasps of my strapless bra. As his hands caressed, his lips kissed and sucked on my breasts.

He moved from one to the other, giving them both equal treatment and making me purr in contentment. As I buried my fingers in his hair, he made his way down my body. He stopped to nuzzle my stomach and dipped his tongue into my navel a couple of times as his hands stroked my sides.

Moving lower, he curled his fingers around my thong and slid it down my hips and thighs in an incredibly slow way. His mouth followed the path of the thong as I lifted my hips to ease the removal. Pressing kisses along my hip and down my leg, he soon began to nibble on the inside of my thigh as he tossed the scrap of material over his shoulder.

As he settled his body between my legs, I widened them to give him room. He nudged the inside of my thighs a bit more before blowing over my wet mound. As more shivers ran through me, Jonathan licked me from back to front causing me to lift my hips in the air.

I gasped as his tongue slid through my folds and dipped inside of me. He slid his tongue deftly along my walls as he lifted a hand to caress my clit. My hands grasped his head as my legs widened and I lifted my hips to get closer to his mouth.

My thighs began trembling as I could feel the end nearing. Arching my back, I could feel Jonathan’s tongue slide out of me and begin licking my clit, while his fingers moved to where his tongue had been. As he began pumping his two fingers in and out of me, he took my clit into his mouth and began gently sucking.

Jonathan increased the thrusts of his fingers and kept pace with the harder sucking of his mouth on me. I came with a scream as my thighs clenched his shoulders and my body spasmed with my climax.

As my body slowly came down from its high, Jonathan remained where he was, leisurely kissing and licking my folds, my thighs, and my stomach. He waited, watching me as my body relaxed against the sheets and my breathing began to return to normal.

Lowering my gaze to him, I held my arms towards him. “Come here, Jonathan. I want you inside of me.”

Jonathan smirked and kissed the inside of my thigh before sliding his body up mine. As our lips met, I rolled us over until I was pressed against the full length of his body.

I slid my lips from his and kissed my way from the corner of his mouth, down to his neck. Nibbling my way over his shoulder, I ran my tongue over his collarbone before dipping it into the hollow at the base of his throat.

Jonathan moaned as my hands wandered down his chest, nails scrapping over his nipples. I slid down his body as I kissed my way over his chest. Stopping to lick and suck on his nipples, I straddled his thighs and took him into my hands.

I stroked him slowly as I continued to move my mouth down his body until he could feel my breath on his cock. Jonathan slid his hands into my hair as I licked the head like a lollypop.

His eyes were glued to my mouth as I slowly took his length into it. I tightened my mouth around him and slid my hands over his thighs. As I began to knead his thighs, I sucked him in earnest.

Jonathan let out a growl as his hands gripped my head harder and urged me on. I used my tongue to swirl around his cock and pressed it against the sensitive underside of the head. Jonathan threw his head back and croaked out an, “Oh, fuck!”

As I slid one of my hands to his balls and began to massage them, Jonathan removed trembling hands from my head and gripped my shoulders. Forcefully, he tugged me away from my feast and pulled me up his body.

I pouted, but otherwise didn’t complain as I licked my lips. That motion caused Jonathan to groan.

“Beautiful, you are killing me.”

I smiled as I raised up to my knees and slowly sunk down onto him. “No baby, I’m bringing you to life.”

Jonathan settled his hands on my hips as I began to find a rhythm of riding him. His hands helped with the pace and his hips lifted to meet mine.

I arched my back as his hands slid up to cup my breasts. Using my knees as leverage and my hands that were now clasped around his forearms, I picked up the pace. As my body bucked against his, I whimpered in protestation. I was so close, but I wasn’t reaching the end.

Jonathan responded by wrapping his arms around me and rolling us over until I was underneath him again. As I lifted my legs and wrapped them around his hips, he rose up to his hands and began thrusting hard into me. That was the perfect angle for him as he slid in and out of me, pushing me over the edge.

I dug my nails into his arms as I screamed his name in bliss and tightened my legs around his hips. That was all Jonathan needed to roar my name and spill his seed into my welcoming body.

We clung to each other as our orgasms washed over us and left us sated and drowsy.

I knew I’d fallen asleep when I felt Jonathan slide off of me and spoon me into his body. As he slid the covers over us and I moved closer to him, he wrapped his arms around me.

“Goodnight Mrs. Parker, love you.”

I smiled sleepily. “Night, Mr. Parker, my love.”