The wedding is fast, but not fast enough. My cruel sister convinced Sam it was a good idea we abstain for a month before the wedding. I sit and fidget in my chair as my cock decides to make another protest by beating at the fly of my pants. Sam’s delicious tits are practically spilling out of the top of her dress. I’m afraid I’m going to drool and the photographer is going to catch it. Every time I’ve seen her, she’s been in loose fitting clothing. She told me it was so she wouldn’t tease me. But I say just the opposite. Imagining what lay beneath has had me practically investing in a lube company. She’d taken our month long vow of chastity to another level. I blame it on my sister’s encouragement. My lovely but somehow sadistic fiancée found it funny that my hand developed blisters that have now turned into calluses.
The joke is on me, but the results are incredible. The first time I kissed Sam in a month is today at the altar. I have to admit, I will probably remember that moment more due to our abstinence. And I had to fight myself not to squeeze her ass during that kiss while my groomsmen made jokes behind my back.
I look down the long table of the wedding party and notice my bride is too kind for her own good nature. The sheer number of our wedding party nearly overwhelms me. She had to have her sister, her best friends, plus Jenna stand up for her, which meant I had to recruit two other guys for my side.
When my best man, or should I say, best woman, taps her wine glass with a spoon, I know we’re in the home stretch.
I watch as Cate stands in her fitted tux. What I don’t expect is for her to pull out a letter. And immediately, I know whose words she’s about to read.
Benny,
Well, dude, you finally did it. I knew this day would come, even though you had your doubts. You never had faith in yourself, but I always did. I would’ve placed all my money on you any day of the week—that’s how much I believed in you. And do you know why? Because no matter what happened, you always had my back. Even when the chips were down, and you know what I’m saying here, you always looked for the brightest spot. That includes the time I decided to learn how to skate. I think you were the only one who thought I could do it. I told you that you were my mountain. And it’s true. You were when I was five and you stayed that way to the end. That’s why I loved you so much.
You have no idea how much I wish I could be with you today to celebrate, but know that I'm here in spirit. There are so many things I'd like to say to you right now but the number one thing that stands out the most is—damn, I wish I could've seen your face when you said, “I do.” All those times I told you how you'd know when you found your one and only—brother, what I wouldn’t give to have seen your eyes shine with love when you looked at your wife walk down the aisle. She must be one very special lady to have landed you. Treat her with kindness, Ben, like the most precious bird. Be gentle and caring and love her with everything you have.
To that special lady my brother married—I know he can be an idiot and hardheaded at times, but be patient with him, and trust me on this—you will never find a man who is more generous with a bigger heart than Ben Rhoades.
And to both of you—live life to its fullest. Cherish it like it’s your most prized possession. Never take each other for granted or the time you share together.
Now if everyone can raise their glasses so we all can share a toast. To Mr. And Mrs. Ben Rhoades. May their journey of life together be long and filled with much love and happiness.
When she finishes, there’s not a dry eye in the house including her own.
Damn you, Drew, I think as I hold back the emotion that swells out of me. I refuse to cry. Two times since I met Sam is more than my quota. However, his words will live with me forever. Cate leans down and kisses my cheek before handing me the letter. Immediately, I know I will keep it with the other for the rest of my life. No doubt, I will read it over and over again as the years pass, especially when I can’t share with him all the things in my life he believed I could do.
When the night is almost over and guests are about to leave, I snag my bride.
“Time to go,” I say tugging her towards the exit.
“Wait, I need to say goodbye to my parents.”
I shake my head. “We’ll go over to their house tomorrow before our flight. I need you right now.”
She indulges me with a salacious grin as we exit the hotel. Our limo waits out front, our driver opening the doors. We decided not to stay in the same hotel for many reasons that don’t seem to matter now. I wish now I could have taken a quick elevator ride before I unwrapped my bride. Instead, I signal the driver to head off towards our hotel. We have about twenty minutes before we get there.
“What does this do?” Sam asks with a wink.
She presses a button, but if the wink isn’t clue enough, the smirk she sports tells me she knows exactly what she’s doing. Her next move after the privacy window raises is to scramble off the seat and look up at me from the floor as she positions herself between my legs.
“Jesus, Sam, you don’t have to do that. I want to taste you.”
She shakes her head as she undoes my belt.
“It’s my turn to have my way with you, Rhoades. Hands behind your back and no touching,” she demands.
Who am I to argue about a blow job, but I’m not very good at taking instructions. I lean down and cup her face.
“I have to kiss you first.”
When I pull back, I add, “There’s something you need to know.”
She tilts her head to the side. Not in fear, but in curiosity.