Blissfully Taken (Blissful, #4) (10 page)

“
It does seem like her
handiwork,” he said wearily.

“
But she’s opposed to our
marriage.”

Dan looked apologetic when he said,
“Baby, there is one thing you have to know about my mother, she is
all about appearance. She wouldn’t want anyone to accuse her of
being cheap or uncaring.”

He hugged her to his chest. “This is
more about making herself feel better than it is about
us.”

“
That’s too bad,” she said
sadly.

“
Don’t take it personally.
My mother still has a lot of growing up to do.” He walked over to
the table and lifted a napkin off one of the dishes, taking a roll
for himself and handing her one.

Jenny was starving and took a bite of
the yeasty bread, deciding to accept the gift for what it was. “So
your mom said that she changed one of the rooms, right? Do you
think this is what she meant?”

“
Knowing my mother, I
would say no.”

Jenny’s face lit up and
she raced to the nearest bedroom. It was still the same cold room
she had tried to sleep in during the blizzard. She moved on to the
second bedroom - the one where they first snuggled together and
later expressed deeper feelings for one another.
If his mother only knew…

She squealed in delight when she saw
how Mrs. Hayes had transformed it from a simple cabin room to a
luxurious love nest in browns and maroons. A large four poster
queen bed filled the small space and the windows were covered in
rich decorative curtains, helping to keep in the warmth. The old
chest at the foot of the bed had been replaced with a stylish one
made of hardwood and there was an antique self-standing mirror
tucked in the corner. Dan seemed intrigued the piece.

Jenny asked, “How did she know this
room is special to us, Dan? You didn’t tell her, did
you?”

He chuckled, pulling her to him. “No.
This used to be Gammy and Poppy’s room.”

Jenny looked down at her wedding set
and smiled, overwhelmed by the connection she felt with his great
grandmother. She was certain that Gammy would approve of their
union.

“
My love, I think it is
time I take off this coat and see the beautiful bride underneath.”
Dan undid the big buttons one by one before slipping it off her
shoulders. “Oh yes, as lovely as I remember.”

Jenny threw her arms around him. “I
can’t believe you got me the dress, Dan. Why would you do that? I’m
the only one who gets to enjoy it.”

“
Not true. I did it for
purely selfish reasons. It was the dress I wanted my bride wrapped
in.” He smiled looking down at her tenderly. “Besides, I did not
buy you a ring. You deserved it.” Dan took her hand and twirled her
around twice as he looked over the gown. “You have never looked
more beautiful to me than you do right now, wife.”

Jenny felt butterflies when he called
her ‘wife’. “Thank you, husband.”

“
Whoa, that’s weird
hearing you say that.” He leaned in next to her ear, “but I like
it.” Shivers ran down her spine as he kissed her neck. “My wife, to
have and to hold…” He wrapped his arms around her and continued to
kiss and nibble.

“
Dan, I feel like I am
going to melt when you do that.”

He held her tighter, biting her neck
and murmuring, “Melt into me, wife.”

Jenny obeyed and laid her head against
his chest, giving into the fire he was fanning. His strong hands
explored the lace of her dress, concentrating on the hardness of
her nipples. She moaned, feeling her loins contract in pleasure
from his attention.

“
Shall I undress you or
let you remain in your bridal gown a little longer?”

“
Undress me.”

He chuckled. “I think you are too
beautiful to unwrap just yet.”

She groaned. Dan let go of her and
left the room. She reluctantly followed him out and watched him
build a fire in the fireplace. He looked up after he got the fire
going and said with a grin, “Just in case the power goes out
again.”

“
I wonder if your mom
bought Vienna sausages and Pop-tarts in case of power failure,” she
joked.

“
Let’s check.” The two
opened the cupboards and saw they’d been stocked with all kinds of
staples, but zero convenience foods.

“
I suppose we could live
on handfuls of flour,” he commented.

“
Should we eat your
mother’s meal? I’m starving!”

He cleared his throat. “Baby, I hate
to tell you this but it’s going to be lamb.”

“
Lamb? But I don’t eat
innocent babies…”

He patted her head, “I know. But you
see, my mother is convinced that any major celebration includes
lamb. It should make future holidays with my family loads of
fun.”

Jenny frowned, “Dan. I really want
your mom to accept me. Should I force myself to eat
lamb?”

He put his hands around her waist and
smiled down at her tenderly. “Don’t compromise who you are. She
will learn to love you, trust me.” He opened the fridge and pulled
out a large white box. “So no baby animals, but maybe I can
interest you in cake.”

Dan carefully took the cake out and
placed it on the table. It was exquisite with the realistic flowers
and delicate floating butterflies - the exact opposite of the
weather raging outside.

“
Just looking at it makes
me happy!” Jenny smiled.

“
Wait until you taste it,”
he said hungrily, pulling a knife out of the drawer.

She put her hands over the cake to
protect it. “No! You can’t cut this beautiful piece of
art.”

“
The cake was made to be
eaten, woman. The Trans will be upset if we don’t eat the cake that
they handmade with love. You don’t want to reject their love do
you?”

Jenny rolled her eyes. “Man you’re
laying it on thick.”

“
I’m hungry,” he
complained, his stomach growling in agreement. “So can I cut the
cake now?”

She didn’t answer him right away,
putting her hand over his instead. “Let’s cut it together.” Jenny
helped him slice through the confection, cutting out two small
pieces.

He handed her one and he took the
other. “Keeping with tradition, I think we should feed each
other.”

“
No smashing it in my
face, Dan,” she warned.

He looked crushed. “As if I would ever
do that to the woman I love.”

Jenny hesitantly brought the cake to
his lips as his piece moved closer to her face.

“
You don’t trust me,” he
accused.

She giggled. “Not
completely.”

“
Tsk, tsk, wife. This is
not how a stable marriage starts off.”

“
You’re just trying to
distract me,” she said, ready to smash the cake in his face the
minute he made his move.

“
Open your mouth and close
your eyes, Jenny.”

She shook her head. “No way am I going
to be a sitting duck for you.”

He commanded in a quiet but firm tone,
“Do it, my love.”

She could tell he was taking it more
seriously than she was, so she kept her cake positioned next to his
face as she cautiously closed her eyes. Jenny parted her lips and
he gently brought wedding cake to her mouth, allowing her to take a
small bite. The flavors that flooded her tastebuds reminded her of
the sweet florals of spring and she moaned in pleasure. Jenny
cracked an eye open.

“
Now do you trust
me?”

“
Yes,” she answered
sheepishly. Jenny held the cake up to him and watched her handsome
groom take the bite she offered.

He smiled appreciatively while he
chewed. “The Trans make a damn fine cake.”

“
Yes, they do,” she
answered as she took a scoop of icing and wiped it on his
nose.

“
You didn’t.”

She couldn’t help laughing at how
ridiculous he looked. He returned the favor by icing her chin and
then commanded, “Lick it off me, woman.”

She dutifully licked his nose as he
licked off the icing on her chin. The licks soon gravitated to the
middle and the kisses became passionate. Jenny crawled onto his lap
as they gave into their mutual lust.

Dan finally broke the embrace, his
manhood making his state of arousal quite obvious. “Before we
retire to the bedroom, there is one more tradition I would like to
observe. I want to see you dance in this lovely dress before I peel
it off.”

His compliment pleased her
and she eagerly took the hand he offered her. Dan led her to the
middle of the room and then went over to the stereo to pick out a
song. Jenny stood quietly, staring at the fireplace, appreciating
how fervently the flames consumed the wood.
Dan - the flame that consumes me…

He turned off the lights and the cabin
was bathed in the romantic glow of the fire. He motioned her to
him. “Come, wife.”

The sad melodic beginning of Blue
October’s “Congratulations” drifted through air, harmonizing with
the lonely sound of the wind raging outside. Dan took her right
hand in his left and settled his right hand in the small of her
back. He guided Jenny around the room speaking softly to her. “When
you played this song that first night, I thought my heart would
break. I wanted to tell you how I felt, but I couldn’t bring myself
to ruin what we already had. That night, I had pretty much resigned
myself to the fact I would end up like the guy in the song.
Standing by, watching you marry Ryan.”

“
You were so discreet
about your feelings, Dan. I never knew.”

“
If it hadn’t been for
that blessed snowstorm, I don’t think I ever would have been honest
with you.”

Jenny laid her head on his
chest and sighed contentedly. “I’m so glad you
were...
husband
.”

When the song ended, he twirled her
around once watching the sway of her gown. She loved how he made
her feel so special, so incredibly treasured.

“
Dan, as sweet as it is to
walk down memory lane, I believe we need to dance to a different
song on our wedding day.”

She walked over to the stereo, knowing
the exact song she wanted. “As you know, Blue October has very few
upbeat, happy songs but I think this one will do.” Jenny hit the
play button and walked back to Dan swaying to Justin’s voice
singing a cappella.

Dan instantly smiled. “Ah yes, Calling
You. The perfect song.” He took her in his arms again and they
danced around the room to the livelier beat, singing the words
while they looked into each other’s eyes. At the end of the song,
they broke apart and made fools of themselves as the two danced to
Justin’s “oh, wo, oh, oh, oh’s”.

When the music faded, Dan smiled. “I
know what I want now.” He left her standing alone as he went to the
bedroom. He came back out carrying the full-length mirror and
placed it in the middle of the room. “Stand in front of it,
Jenny.”

He moved behind her and looked at her
lustfully through the reflection in the mirror. His face glowed in
the firelight, giving him an ominous, sexy look. With slow,
delicious diligence he unbuttoned her gown while she watched. “I
figured you should see the beauty I see.”

Jenny watched with heady anticipation
as the dress slowly loosened with each button. He slipped the lace
material from her shoulders and kissed them.

She moaned and turned her head to kiss
him back, but he said, “No Jenny, remain still and watch your
undressing.” He continued one by one, undoing each button until the
bodice fell to her waist.

Dan unhooked her bra and let it fall
to the floor, then he wrapped his strong hands around each full
breast and squeezed. “So damn sexy, I am sorely tempted to make
love to them with my cock.”

Jenny smiled. “I think you need to
unbutton a little further.”

He nibbled her ear and growled, “I’ll
save that for later then.” The gown finally slipped from her waist
and pooled at her feet, leaving her with only her garters and lace
panties. “Oh Jenny,” he groaned, running his hands over her copper
skin.

She tilted her head back against his
broad chest and let him have his way with her. One set of fingers
teased her nipples while the other slipped under her panties and
explored her pussy. Jenny squirmed against him, loving the way he
played her body.

Dan slipped his middle finger into her
depths and began rubbing against her clit. Each pass tugged on the
hood, sending bursts of electricity to her groin. “I want you to
look into the mirror as you come, Jenny. I want you to see what I
see.”

Jenny watched as his hand made love to
her. She bit her lip and moaned, tilting her head back as her back
instinctively arched against him.

“
No, Baby.
Watch…”

She looked at the mirror again, but
she was finding it difficult to stand as her body tensed in
expectancy of its release. “Hold me,” she begged. He stopped
playing with her breasts and wrapped one arm around her as support
while the other continued it relentless teasing.