Along Came Love (20 page)

"Is the wedding still a week away?" he
groaned aloud.

"Yes…" she managed through the hot kisses he
showered over her lips, nose and eyes. When his lips dipped again,
he took them with a fire she hadn't expected. "Oh Jake, I wish we
were already married…" she groaned.

"Me too…I feel like a kid with raging
hormones or something. I want you so bad.

I haven't felt like this in a while and it
surprises me, and yet, being with you, it doesn't. God knows I love
you…"

"Oh Jake…I'm so on fire…for you…" she
breathed.

He pulled away slightly to look into her
face. The bedroom wasn't far, he could carry her there and show her
how much he loved her, but somehow he still wanted to make her
wedding night the most special night in the world.

"Honey…we can't stay here," Jake protested as
he tried to get up.

He almost fell over and she helped to catch
him. The sweet smell of lavender and roses assailed him. He wanted
her so badly, he was almost embarrassed to stand in front of her.
If she came close enough she'd know why they couldn't stay. And she
did.

She gasped, and covered his lips with her
own. "I feel the same…"

"Let's don't talk about it…" He whispered as
he kissed her into new submission.

"Okay…" she moaned.

He turned away and held her hand, pulling her
out of the house. They drove in silence for a long time. Then it
dawned on him that she might feel bad about wanting him and he
couldn't have that either.

He stopped the car, pulled her to him, kissed
her madly, his hand going around her to wrap possessively against
her breast. "I love you…and I'm not ashamed of that, and neither
are you. We love each other in the sight of God, and want each
other, which is perfectly natural. Never be ashamed of loving me,
as I'm not of you. I just knew if I didn't get out of the house
quick, you couldn't walk down the aisle in a beautiful white dress
and keep a smile on your face."

She chuckled softly in his ear. "Oh Jake…only
you would worry about things like that. But I'm glad you do. You
are one of a kind, my man and I love you more than words. I'll
behave…for a while longer. But don't be surprised if I turn into a
siren on our wedding night."

Jake laughed, "And don't be surprised if I
turn into a pirate taking my prize on our wedding night."

She pulled from his embrace and smiled,
"Mom's going to spend the first week at her house, then move in.
She wanted to give us a little time to behave ourselves."

"She's such a gem. She knows everything…."
Jake chuckled.

"So, you're having a bridal shower on
Tuesday." Jake asked.

"Yes, Hannah and the others are throwing it
for me…" Samantha giggled.

"And I have a bachelor party Thursday. Boy,
they are sure keeping us busy with different things going on all
week, aren't they?" Jake shook his head.

"Maybe it's best. When we get together, look
what happens." Samantha giggled again.

"I guess that's why they do stuff like this,"
Jake nodded. "To keep us in line."

Samantha tried to move away from Jake, but he
pulled her back into his arms. "Don't move away, I like you close.
I'll behave. But you've got to quit kissing me like that."

"Like what?" she gasped with indignation.

"Like you want much more…" Jake chuckled.

"I do…" she smiled.

"Sam…I may die before Saturday comes…" Jake
chuckled, his hand straying once more to the round nub of her
breast. She moaned aloud. And he couldn't resist moving his head
down to where his hand was and kissing her there. He suckled once
and she squirmed away but not before he realized how hard the
nipple had become. He read her right, she wanted him as much as he
wanted her. And it physically hurt not to give in to those
wants.

"I'll quit, if you do…"

He nodded and sat up straight. "We better get
home before they send out scouts to find us."

"Oh Jake, I've had a wonderful day."

Jake smiled, his hand going to her thigh. He
wanted so much more, but knew better.

But saying goodnight this night was very
hard. They stirred themselves into a frenzy of desires and it was
hard to let go of each other.

"I want you so bad…" Jake whispered as he
kissed her goodnight.

"I know…I feel the same…that's what makes it
so hard to get up out of this car," she wailed.

"Come here," he called to her as she was
about to turn the door handle.

He didn't have to ask twice, she was back in
his arms again. This time he pulled her almost on top of him as he
parked the car and turned out the lights.

"I won't compromise you…but you've got to
know how I feel. You've got to understand that although I aim to
preach. I aim to love you like any man loves his wife. I want you
in every way. And our night together is going to be more than you
dreamed for."

She sighed happily against him, feeling his
readiness against her, as he spoke. "What will you do with me…sir…"
she laughed.

"I'll peel the dress from you, slowly,
devouring first with my eyes, then my lips. I'll caress you, gently
first, then with all the fire within. My lips will caress, kiss,
and lave you until you can only be mine. We will make love into the
night, taking our time to explore and delight each other. We'll
talk about what pleases each other, and we'll explore our bodies
and our minds. We'll become one together. I can't wait to taste
you, feel you, touch you. I've waited a lifetime it seems just for
us to be together. And our wedding night will be special in every
way. I'll see to that."

She let her hand drift to the bulge against
her back. He groaned. "Honey, we have to wait…"

"I know…but we aren't children any more and I
want you, Jake Travers…you and your beautiful words, and everything
about you I love…"

They might have acted upon some of those
feelings if the light in the kitchen hadn't gone on. A subtle way
of her mother saying, it was time to come in. Samantha sighed
against Jake, moving her hand slowly away. "I'm sorry…" she
whispered.

"I'm not…" he sighed and kissed the top of
her head.

"Goodnight…"

"Night sweetheart," he smiled and drove
away.

At the shower, the ranch house was packed
with women. Cal and the others decided to go over to Clint's house
until it was over.

Dips and chips and tea and lemonade were
served. Hannah and Abby doing most of the work because Emma would
have the clean up detail. It had all been decided.

A cake was brought out, a Texas boot
décor.

Old school chums showed up for miles around
and Samantha was delighted to see them all again. Selma was in the
middle of everything and happily watching her daughter enjoy her
day.

Samantha got tons of beautiful nightwear,
some risque, some simply beautiful. She couldn't wait to try them
all on for Jake. She also got a few practical gifts like blenders,
and toasters and coffee pots.

After games and refreshments it was finally
over. It took forever to say goodbye to some of her friends. But as
the last guest left, Samantha offered to help with the clean up.
Emma shook her head. "No you don't. This is your day, no dirty
dishes for you, besides, didn't you notice most of it was paper
plates and plastic forks." Emma laughed.

***

Jake's bachelor party was held at the Best
Western Hotel, and there were refreshments galore, a Marilyn Monroe
cake, and a BBQ by the pool.

Jake enjoyed himself and was so happy to be
with his brothers and dad. The accident seemed a long time ago.

But in the back of his mind his next
milestone would be his wedding day and he couldn't wait.

***

Saturday finally came and although Jake felt
a little nervous, he was over the top with wanting his bride. He'd
waited entirely long enough.

When Samantha walked down the aisle with an
old fashioned wedding dress of white silk and lace, a fitted bodice
and a wide skirt, and a veil that hid the beauty within, he wanted
to rip it all off her right there and take her before God and all.
This was the woman he'd waited an eternity for. This was the real
Mrs. Jake Travers. And no one could have loved her more.

Jake trembled when she finally made it to his
arm and held on.

The preacher spoke the words over them,
blessed them and hats went up everywhere.

The dancing started in the backyard as Jake
and Samantha changed into more practical clothes. Then they joined
their guests and Jake led off with his bride in his arms. As he
pulled her closer, his lips tentatively touched hers. "I love you
Mrs. Travers."

She sighed, "I love you…Mr. Travers."

They were so much into each other they didn't
seem to notice the others gathered about to watch them.

Hours later, they were spending the night and
weekend in San Antonio, her choice of places. They picked a hotel
they both enjoyed before, the Drury. Jake reserved the best suite,
and almost before they closed the door, they were in each others
arms.

"They have a beautiful pool, and a beautiful
balcony…want to see them?" Jake offered with a smile.

"Do you…" she asked tentatively.

"I'd rather…see you…" he whispered as he
gathered her to him.

"I was hoping you'd say that…" she
murmured.

The room service brought champagne; Jake
tipped him heavily, shutting the door with his boot. He poured them
both a glass as he turned to look at her.

They entwined their arms and sipped the
nectar.

"Hmm..this is good," she murmured.

"Let me taste it," he challenged as he
brought her against him and touched his lips to hers.

His tongue shot out to lick her lips, "Hmm,
it is good."

He pulled her into the bedroom. She
smiled.

He opened the curtains and let the sunshine
in. "Why did you do that?" she asked with a slight smile.

"I want to see all of you…every inch…is that
okay…?"

"Oh yes…I hope you like it…me…I mean…"

"Honey, I've done dreamed of every inch…I
can't help but love you…" he sighed.

"Now, I'll sit here…and you take it off
slowly…" he directed.

"You want me to strip for you?" she
chuckled.

"You are the only woman I want to strip for
me…" he answered.

"Alright…" she began. She looked down at her
clothes. She was wearing a whisp of a dress, so she slowly unzipped
and tossed it over her head. Her curls dangled about her as the
material pulled on them.

She watched him squirm just a bit.

She smiled, directly at him, and then she
pulled the top silk teddy from her upper body, exposing the rosey
peaks of her breast and midrift.

Jake drew breath.

She then came closer and put her foot on the
edge of the bed as she slowly peeled her hose from her legs. She
took pleasure in rolling them down slowly and moving so he had a
good eyeful of her upper thigh.

Now he became rigid, and she saw the bulging
in his jeans.

She smiled mischievously as she tossed the
hose away.

The only thing left was her silk bikini
underwear. She slowly moved her hips with each thrust of the
elastic. They came down in a whiskful pile on the floor.

She posed provocatively against the bedpost,
so he could see every part of her, and smiled. "Now it's your
turn…"

His face turned scarlet…"Oh well, I'm not
much of a stripper, nothing like…that." His eyes feasting on the
pert ends of her breast.

"Then I'll just have to help you…" she
giggled.

He didn't object. Her fingers splayed over
his chest, right over each nipple, as she slowly pushed the snaps
open, one by one.

Once it was open, she pushed it off his
shoulders, tossed his hat and began to unbuckle his belt
buckle.

The zipper made a slight noise and he gasp
when her hands grazed him.

That was entirely enough.

He shucked his clothes high in the air, and
took her into his arms. He swung her up in the air, and back
against him. Slowly he lowered her to the bed. He followed her
there.

His kisses were slow and building, from warm
to hot to scorching. While his hands roamed so freely over her. She
moaned softly in his ear when his hands captured her breast and
kneaded them like play dough. His hips joined hers and she knew he
was already ready for her, but he wouldn't rush it. He was
determined to show her everything and give her the kind of love a
woman deserved.

His lips were soft, and warm against her,
moving lower, constantly. When he moved to touch his mouth to her
inner warmth she squirmed, "Jake…?"

"Honey, God knows how I feel, and it's only
right I make you all mine." He whispered.

"Oh yes…make me yours, Jake…make me yours?"
she sighed as she parted her legs and let him kiss her. He was a
master at lovemaking, touchiing, kissing, laving every corner of
her. She was his and she couldn't wait till he took her completely.
But his building of passion was slow and easy and totally
penetrating.

They didn't come out of the room for two
days. And when they finally came out it was to eat. They were
grinning at each other like children.

They feasted on some of the country's best
Mexican foods. They rode the river ride, and kissed in the
moonlight. They visited the Alamo, hand in hand, crying, laughing,
rejoicing in the love they'd found and the beautiful setting of San
Antonio they had chosen for their honeymoon.

And then they went to bed and came out three
days later and went home.

Jake had been right, it was a honeymoon she'd
never forget.***

A few weeks later on a Sunday, Jake walked
into the small church him and his family had grown up in, and
walked steadily up to the podium without a cane and smiled at his
first congregation.