Liv's Journey (16 page)

The music started and Liv turned to her Uncle Thomas, who offered his arm. "Ready?"

"As I'll ever be," she told him.

And just like that, half an hour later she was Mrs. Journey, her fluffy white lace wedding dress billowing out behind her as she and Trey hurried up the aisle toward the house. Her bottom was still itchy and stingy from the spanking he'd given her that morning, but it was a good feeling. The rub of her silk panties reminded her how much he cared. If he wasn't concerned for her health, he would never have punished her for skipping meals. Other men wouldn't have done it. Other men weren't as strong and commanding as Trey. She loved him with absolute devotion.

And, besides, he'd promised that
after
she'd get her reward for taking her licks. She knew it would be a sensual treat, and so much like the first time because now they were married. It changed so many things.

Their house in Killeen had been in both names for months, something that Trey insisted on as a way of splitting the photograph payment with her. She tried to turn him down, but another spanking later, she realized that he felt strongly about it and it was more important that they find their way together than that she insisted on paying for things. He didn't want her money, but didn't pretend it didn't exist either. Together, they set up a charitable foundation for young people with eating disorders. She hoped it would save a few lives and lots of misery for people. She and Trey planned to write a syllabus for a possible Boot Camp along those lines, as well.

Liv was sick of the pressures of modeling, but didn't know what else to do until the foundation idea was raised. She could be a good spokesperson for the charity, and while she didn't have the business acumen to run it, she could certainly chime in with ideas and make some of the financing decisions.

Trey pulled her through their well-wishing guests, and into the den, closing the double-doors behind them firmly. Then he pounced upon her.

She was equally energetic with her kisses and caresses. He pressed her against a wood-paneled wall, and she wrapped her legs around him, holding his face and kissing him deeply. He reached between them and pulled down the front of her low-cut wedding gown and fondled her breast. His fingers found her nipple and encouraged it to peak as he tugged on it.

Her skirt was rucked up around her waist, and he made quick work of her flimsy panties, wadding them up and tossing them toward a trash can.

"You can buy more later," he whispered as he licked at the shell of her ear.

All she could do was groan and pull at the buttons of his jacket, then his shirt, until it was open and she could run her hands all over his hard-muscled chest. He was panting nearly as hard as she was when she undid his pants and released his eager erection.

"You want it, darlin'?"

"Don't tease me, Trey."

He probed her shallowly. "Tell me."

"Fuck me, lover. Lover-sir. Soldier-man."

He jammed it deep and she cried out softly, trying hard to keep the noise to a minimum so their guests wouldn't come to investigate. There was still a good chance that one of them would, and it made her that much more anxious and turned on.

They bumped against the wall as he gave her what she'd wanted since that morning, and he took what he wanted as well.

"Oh, Trey…"

"Yeah, angel. You're wet, hot. You're my precious angel."

She cried out again as she neared the pinnacle. "It's good! So good!"

He hummed in her ear as he stroked in and out of her. Her behind stung again as he squeezed her ass cheeks. It was a pleasant sting, one that sent her spiraling over the top.

She arched and called out his name, forgetting for a moment to be quiet.

He groaned as he slammed her against the wall one last time, filling her with his heat.

For a few moments, a minute, two, they rested, their foreheads together, their pants calming.

He let her down and warm wetness trickled in a single tear down the inside of her thighs.

There was a knock on the door and they both grinned, each straightening clothes in a rush. Another knock and a pause and then Leo Journey stuck his head in the room.

"You two are a scandal," he said, a frown on his brow. The twinkle in his eyes betrayed the look.

"Sorry, Dad." Trey smoothed down his jacket front.

"Your fly's open, son," the older man said before nodding at them and departing the room.

They burst out laughing.

So this was
after
, she thought. What comes
next
?