Chapter 9

Brad and Abby went into their room to change. “Finally, I have you alone all to myself,” she said, wrapping her arms around her new husband. “Thank you, Brad, for marrying me. I never thought this day would happen, and I hoped it would. It has turned out perfectly.”

“I hope I can make you proud of me over our coming decades together.”

“I’m already proud of you, hockey career or not. Seeing my mom and Laura further proves that our marriage is one that’ll last.”

“I noticed that Ben looked quite drunk.”

“I know what you’re saying. He tried dancing with me but basically held on so he wouldn’t fall over.”

“At least he didn’t cause a scene with Cathy. You know how well those two are getting along.”

“Not very good, from what Cathy has told me.”

“I can sort of understand Ben’s point. I’d be friggin mad if your dad ever got you pregnant.”

“He won’t. I love my dad as my dad and not as my lover. You are my lover! You’ve seen the way Cathy looks at your dad, like we look at each other. She truly loves him as her lover and obviously the father of Jessica.”

“And she wants to have another baby with him.”

“I can understand her point too,” she said, embracing him again. “Your dad does help make beautiful girls and very handsome men—the one I fell in love with and married.”

Brad took off his tuxedo down to his underwear, then put on cargo shorts and a collared T-shirt.

“You don’t have to change in the bathroom, Abby. It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before.”

“I bought something new to wear for you,” she replied, keeping the door ajar.

Abby entered from the bathroom, and he said, “Oh my fuck, Abby, what a beautiful top and skirt!”

She wore a peach-coloured top cut that was quite low, revealing she was braless. Her mini skirt was off-white with pleats, similar to a tennis skirt, which accented her long, slender legs. She brushed her long brunette hair, remaining partially curled, and rested about her shoulders.

“It doesn’t matter what you wear; you always look sensually beautiful and sexy to me.”

“Just remember that when I’m nine months pregnant and haven’t seen my feet for weeks,” she joked, going to him.

“I know we have to wait to have kids, but I can hardly wait to have kids with you, if you know what I mean.”

“Same with me; you’ll be an excellent father.”

“And you’ll be an equally great mother.”

She unzipped his fly to make sure his cock and balls were out of his underwear. “It pays to advertise the size of my husband’s cock.”

“I know you showed your pussy when I took off your garter, you naughty wife! He lifted the hem of her short skirt, noticing her bald pussy. He touched it, causing a slight jolt in her body. “As smooth as the day you were born. Though I doubt I can get away with advertising your beautiful pussy.”

“Who knows what we’ll do on our honeymoon? Maybe we’ll find another couple to have some sexy fun with,” she said, with the smile that captured his heart.