Chapter 97

“Finally.”

“What?” Fran turned to him with a questioning look on her face.

“Finally, I’m alone with you.” Rich said and locked the door. She laughed lightly and moved over to the mirror to take off the heart shaped sapphire necklace.

“I still can’t believe your mom gave me this necklace.”

“She loves you.” He told her and stepped behind her. She searched his eyes in the mirror.

“Still…it must be worth a fortune.” Fran carefully put the necklace back in the satin box.

“Probably.” Rich replied lightly while his focus was already on the zipper of her wedding dress.

“Probably? Come on Rich, this necklace is over 250 years old. Of course it’s worth a fortune.” She spun around and looked at him with anger. His lack of acknowledgement really pissed her off.

“Whoa, whoa…ok, you are right. But mom didn’t gave it to you, because of the financial value, she gave it to you, because YOU are worth having it.” Fran’s expression softened.

“Sure, but still… you could at least acknowledge that one of your ancestors went through a lot of trouble to make his wife happy.” Rich nodded with a serious look on his face.

“I do. And I plan on follow that tradition and make my wife very happy…tonight.” His voice turned into a deep growl when he leaned forward and nibbled at her shoulder.

“Richie!” she pulled away from him and brought some distance between them. Her dress swished with every step she took over the thick carpet.

“What?” he looked at her amused.

“I don’t know.” She sighed and sat down on the edge of the bed.

“It’s different.” She added after a few seconds.

“Different? What do you mean?” he frowned lightly and moved closer to her.

“I don’t know.” She shook her head in disbelieve over her own words. Rich smiled softly.

“Hey…it’s still us, darling. We are the same people we were this morning. Nothing is different.” He knelt down in front of her and softly took her hands in his. His brown eyes locked with her emerald green ones.

“I love you, Frannie.” He whispered and kissed her deeply.

Fran sighed and wrapped her arms around his neck. Rich pulled her back to his feet without breaking the kiss a single second. With his clever fingers he had the zipper of her dress open and broke the kiss. Fran moaned at the loss of contact when he stepped back.

“Here, let me help you.” He offered her his hand so she could step out of the pile of white satin, which now lay disregarded on the floor.

“God, you are so beautiful.” He whispered and let his gaze wander of his wife’s body hungrily. He already knew she was wearing stockings. There was no chance he could miss it when he was kneeling at her feet early during the reception to remove the ivory lace garter with a satin center-tied light blue bow from her thigh.

What he missed though, was the white lace garter belt, which kept those sexy stockings in place together with a white nearly see-through lace corsage and the tiniest white lace string he had ever seen.

“Well, there’s no doubt, who’s the bride here.” He said while stepping close to her again and let his hands ran over the thin bodice that cupped her breast lovingly.

“Richie…” she arched into his touch and pressed herself close to him.

“How about we get you out of this nice little outfit, so I can see what’s under it.” He whispered in her ear and reached for the hooks on her back. She chuckled softly.

“You know very well what’s under it and…you can nearly see it already….I can’t see anything though. Just this stupid black suit and white dress shirt.” She pouted and tugged at his clothes. He grinned.

“What me to take it off?” he asked in a husky voice. She nodded and licked her lips.

“Slowly?” his low voice nearly made her come instantly.

“Yes.” she whispered and sat down on their bed. Rich smirked and tossed his jacket aside. Very slowly, he opened one button after another of his dress shirt and let it glided down his tanned and toned torso.

He could hear a small whimper from his wife when he flexed his biceps and posed for her a second. She was laying down on the bed now and was touching herself with her right hand.

“Do you like the show, darling?” he asked with darkening brown eyes. He never stripped for a woman before as far as he remembered, normally they did  it for him, but he had to admit it had something very erotic.

When his hands reached for the waistband of his trousers, she moved closer to the edge of the bed. His eyes gleamed when he saw the hunger in her nearly black eyes by now. He dropped his pants and watched her licking her lips as soon as she spotted his already proud standing erection.

“You want this, right?” his right hand moved up and down his twitching member.

“Yes.” Fran nearly fell out of bed.

“Wanna taste it before I fuck you crazy?” he walked towards the bed. She nodded eagerly and as soon as he was close enough her gorgeous full lips were sucking him.

“God, darling…yes…” he growled deeply and grabbed a wistful of her dark brown hair to guide her. Her head bobbed up and down and he could feel a familiar tingle in his whole body.

“Stop!” he barked.

Fran let go of him immediately and looked at him a little shocked. His breathing was strong and lust was shining in his dark eyes.

“We don’t want it to be over with, right darling?” his voice was hoarse when he let his right index finger ran so softly over the hem of the lace corsage. Fran shivered. He was barely touching her and yet she was close to come.

“Now, I wanna taste you!” he growled low in her ear.

Fran squealed surprised when he flipped her over without warning and un-hooked her corsage. In a split of a second her soaked panties were gone and all that was left were the garter-belt and white stockings.

“That’s what I want.” He whispered and lashed down on her dripping wet and ready pussy.

“RICHIE!”

She arched her back of the mattress as soon as her husband’s mouth tasted her. His tongue licked her roughly and his lips found her sobbing clit. When he sucked, she screamed out her release and he was sure everybody in this building knew what they were doing.

He kept her hips in place and stopped every bigger movement and continued to lick and kiss her while watching her trembling body. When she was calming down his hands travelled up her waist to her full breast. Lovingly he kneaded them and gently tugged with his teeth on her rock hard rosy nipples.

Her body jerked at the stimulation. He helped her to angle her right leg and finally entered her in a long deep push.

“Richie…” it wasn’t more than a whisper.

“Yes, my love.” He kissed her slightly parted lips softly and picked a slow pace. Her eyes fluttered open and locked with his.

“Oh, Richie…” she pulled him down for a lingering kiss. Their lips stayed locked until they found their sweet release.

Chapter 96

“What did Steph say?”

“Huh?” Kim looked at him confused while climbing into bed that evening. She was dressed in a long-sleeved pajama, even though it was way too warm for it.

“What did Steph say to you? Shortly before the ceremony started?” Jon repeated and dropped his clothes on one of the chairs in their room. He already wanted to ask her the whole day, but every time someone got in his way during the reception.

“What did she say?” he asked again while getting under the covers as well.

“Oh, it was nothing.” Kim tried to play it down.

“Nothing? Come on, you paled and looked like you wanted to run away.” Jon paused and watched her carefully.

“Did she say something mean? Tell me, I’ll make her apologize and we talk about it.” He said determined, even though he had no idea what his daughter said. He always thought her relationship with Kim was fine. Maybe he was wrong.

Kim turned to him as if he was nuts.

“Jon, wait…she wasn’t mean or anything. She just asked me a simple question. There’s no need she has to apologize. She’s a good girl.” Kim interjected softly. Jon looked at her confused.

“So, what did she say that got you so scared?” he wondered. Kim sighed and rubbed her tired eyes. He wouldn’t let go. This could get on the whole night. It was driving him crazy that he had no clue. Kim sighed.

“She…she asked me ….if we will get married soon too.” She finally admitted. Jon stared at her for a few seconds.

“Oh.” He had no idea what else to say.

His mind was spinning. On the one hand, he was very happy that his daughter wouldn’t seem to mind if Kim and him would get married; on the other hand, they never talked about marriage, they just moved in together and he doubted that right now was a good time to talk about it. They had to deal with other problems right now.

“Yeah, she kinda surprised me.” Kim said when she saw Jon’s face. He nodded.

“What did you say?” he asked into the uncomfortable silence that was forming.

“I had no idea what to say. The question was so simple, but there are hundreds of questions that need to be answered first.” She said a little desperate. Jon nodded again.

“And honestly, I’m not sure I can handle all that right now.”

“I understand.” He said.

“Really? Because I’m not sure I understand it myself.” Kim looked at him doubtful. Now Jon sighed.

“Kimi, just because Fran and Richie got married today, doesn’t mean we need to do the same. Not right now, not next year and maybe never. It’s our decision. And who knows, maybe in a couple months or years we see it differently, but I think we should focus on other things right now.”

“Yeah.” This time Kim nodded.

“You need to feel better first, and then there is the tour in Europe. We will have tons of time to figure everything out. We don’t need to rush here.” He not only tried to calm her with his words. This time he wanted this relationship to last. Maybe marriage wasn’t the way for it, but only time would tell.

“Yeah, you are right.” She said and hesitantly rested her head on his right shoulder. Jon smiled lightly and carefully put his arms around her.

Kim exhaled deeply and tried to relax, but she couldn’t. When Jon’s hand softly caressed her waist, she jolted away from him.

“Jon, I can’t!”

“What?” he looked at her irritated.

“I can’t.” she repeated and grabbed the covers to pull them closer to her body.

Jon still stared at her until he finally realized what she was talking about.

“Kimi, I didn’t want to have sex…I just wanted you to relax.” He said astonished.

“Oh.” She bit her lower lip. “I’m sorry.” She whispered while bowing her head. Nervously she was clenching the covers and tried not to erupt in tears.

Jon closed his eyes and forced himself to stay calm. There was no use in him getting mad now. He wanted to comfort her, but that bastard even destroyed that. He had to realize they were right where they were at the beginning of their relationship, maybe even further away.

“Hey…” he gently tugged at her hand. “Come here, yeah?” She swallowed hard. Her emotions were totally messed up; he could see it in her eyes.

“It’s ok, honey. It’s not your fault. I’m sorry…. Come here.” He softly tried to lure her in. She looked like a distraught little girl right now.

She watched him for a whole minute and searched his eyes. It was as if she needed to be sure it was really him. Jon wondered what kinda pictures and feelings she was trying to push aside in her mind. He didn’t move, he didn’t blink.

“Jon.” She suddenly whispered and slowly moved back into his arms.

“It’s ok, honey.” He murmured and pushed a streak of her blond hair back so he could see her. Tears were shining in her eyes and she was trying hard to keep it together.

“Honey…let go. It’s alright. Remember it’s me…”

It seemed his soft words were all she need and in a split of a second Kim erupt in tears. She was sobbing and clinging to Jon like a drowning person. He could feel her shivering and pulled the covers over her shaking body. He closed his eyes and hoped his best friend was having a much enjoyable night.

Chapter 95

“Are you ready?”

“Hmmm.” Fran answered when Kim handed her the bouquet of simple red roses.

“Are you sure?” Kim asked softly and smiled when Fran looked at the mirror with a dreamy expression on her face and let her left hand ran over the soft material of her wedding dress.

Fran told her that she was so happy when she found this dress. It was a white strapless ruched A-line gown with a crossover sweetheart bodice. It was simple, but still gave her enough room to hide her still small, but already visible womb.

Kim stepped behind Fran and their eyes met in the mirror. Fran’s eyes teared up when she saw the dark purple bruises in shape of fingers on her best friends upper arm. She knew Kim tried to hide the visible marks of the attack with the light blue maxi dress with short sleeves. There was no side slit, no hint of cleavage and no waistline on this dress.

“Don’t.” Kim whispered and hugged her best friend carefully.

“This is your big day.” Fran nodded and tried to dry her tears without ruining her already applied make up, when she groaned.

“What’s wrong?” Kim asked worried.

“Nothing…just a little queasy.”

“Nausea gravidarum? That’s not typical for this time of the day. You already ate and drank today?” Kim looked at her confused.

“Thanks, doc.” Fran answered dryly. Kim sighed.

“I’m sorry. Do you want something for you nausea gravi …uhm….I mean for your morning sickness?” Kim pulled a small bottle from one of the bags in the room.

“No, you know this stuff doesn’t work for me. Maybe I need to eat something.” Fran said and walked over to the small table to get some food.

A soft knock on the door made them turn around. Slowly Tico and Jason entered the room.

“Are you ready ladies?” The drummer asked. Tico was making sure all of them were on time today as Jon was busy being the best man and David having the privilege to play the wedding march.

“Uhm…I don’t know…are you ready?” Kim looked at Fran questioning.

“I hope.” Fran said and started to pull and tug at her dress. Kim choked her moan and prepared to tell her friend that she looked absolutely stunning in her wedding dress, but Jason was faster.

“Ava is right mom. You look really, really beautiful today.” The boy told his mother.

“Thanks, baby. You really think so.” Fran looked at her son surprised.

“Yeah, like a princess. Richie can be very happy.” He told her with a serious look on his face.

“Awww, baby.” Fran leaned down and kissed his cheek.

“Mooooommmm, please.” He stepped back and looked shortly at Tico before trying to rub the lipstick of his cheek.

Kim and Tico chuckled lightly. Jason already tried the whole day to act like a grown up, because he was giving away his mother today. Being kissed and cuddled by her sure wasn’t on his mind. Fran grinned.

“Ok, let’s do this.” She said and took one last deep breath before leaving the room. When she entered the living room the other women and girls who had been waiting for her stopped dead in their conversations. Joan got up and walked over to her.

“You look wonderful my dear.” She hugged Fran dearly and handed her a small satin covered box.

“Thanks, Joan. What’s that?” she asked surprised.

“That’s my gift for you. Heather wasn’t worse getting it, but you are precious. I want you to have it.” The old woman told her determined and Fran was happy that Ava was already outside with her dad. She would be his best-man next to Jon.

“Maybe you will give it to your daughter one day.”

Fran and the other women looked at her stunned and all moved closer to see what was in that small box. Carefully Fran opened it and they all gasped surprised. Nestling between white satin lay a delicate white gold necklace with a heart shaped sapphire as its pendant, bigger than a quarter coin.

“Joan, that’s…that’s…” Fran stuttered while Joan simply took the necklace and put it around Fran’s neck.

“Adam gave it to me on our wedding day. It’s from his great-grandmother.” She told everyone calmly.

“I can never take this away from you, Joan.” Fran protested, while the others nodded.

“You ain’t taking it away from me, dear. I just gave it to you. As I said, you are precious. You should have it.” They all stared at her in silence until Tico loudly cleared his throat.

“Ok, we really need to get started. Come on, girls. Get your bouquets. Lily, get your flower pedals….here get in one line.” He knew Richie’s mother for a long time. She wouldn’t take the necklace back.

“Uhm…yeah, uhm…Joan, thank you so much.” Fran hugged her soon to be mother-in-law. “I will always hold it with great respect, I promise.”

“I know you will dear. That’s why I gave it to you.”

“Ok? Everybody ready. Joan, will you give me the honor to lead you down the aisle, please?” Tico offered his arm to Richie’s mother.

“Of course, I will. You are one charming guy, you know that, right?” she pointed out when Tico stepped through the open door into the garden with her followed by the older girls and Lily, who was dutiful throwing rose pedals on the floor.

David smiled from his place behind the piano when his youngest daughter walked down the aisle. She was very focused and didn’t look at anybody, but only had the rose pedals on her mind.

Kimberly was the last person to stepped out into the garden before Fran and Jason. She took a deep breath and reminded herself that she was with friends and Jon would wait for her at the end of her way.

Jon smiled at her as soon as she was outside. She was trying so hard to appear as if nothing had happened. She didn’t wanna ruin Fran’s big day. But he could see how tense and stressed she was. When she stopped at her place next to Steph and Gaby and turned to watch Fran’s big entrance, he mouthed, "I love you" and earned a small smile from her.

“Here, she comes.” Rich said a little nervous when David started the wedding march and the small group of guests stood up.

“Oh, wow…” he couldn’t take his eyes of her. She looked stunning. Like a goddess. When she came closer his eyes caught the necklace around her neck. His head snatched to his mother shortly. He’d never thought she would give Fran the necklace. Now he really knew how she felt about his new wife.

“You look amazing.” He whispered in her ear when Jason stopped with her next to him. Fran blushed lightly and didn’t bring out a word.

“They looked so great together.” Steph whispered into Kim’s ear. She nodded smiling.

“Do you think you and dad will get married soon too?” the girl asked seriously interested. Kim’s eyes wided in surprise and she looked at Steph with a deer in the headlights look. Jon frowned irritated.

What was going on between his two girls there?

Chapter 94

“Jess? Can we talk for a minute?” Jon sat down next to his son on one of the lounge chairs around the pool.

“I guess.” Jesse removed his earplugs and stopped his IPod.

“What’s wrong, Jess?”

“Wrong? Why should there be anything wrong?” his son was truly surprised.

“Well, you ain’t talking to Kim, you ain’t giving her a hug, you don’t look at her. Is there something you would like to talk about?” Jon wondered. Jesse shook his head.

“Has this something to do with her nearly getting raped?” Jon had problems getting the question out calmly. He still wanted to hurt that bastard. Jesse only stared at his hands.

“Jess? Hey, I’m talking to you.” His father touched his arm softly.

“I just don’t know what to say.” The boy whispered. Jon inhaled deeply.

“Jesse, you don’t have to say anything about it, you just be your normal self around her. How do you think she feels that you ain’t talking to her anymore?” Jess looked up shocked.

“I…I don’t know. I…didn’t… fuck!” he stuttered. Jon put his arms around his shoulders and pulled him close when he heard him sniffing.

“Aren’t you mad, dad?” Jesse asked after several minutes.

“Am I mad? …Yeah, I’m mad…I’m very mad. I wanna drive to this prison and hurt that guy,….but Jess that’s what we got judges for. All we can do, is being there for Kim. Tell her that we love her and that she is save with us.” Jon’s voice got a little emotional when he explained it to his son.

“How can a guy hurt a woman like this? Why did he do it?”

“I don’t know, buddy.” Jon closed his eyes briefly and thanked God that the bastard didn’t really…physically hurt his girl.

“You know,…I guess he never got over it that Kim told him that she isn’t interested ten years ago.” He finally said.

“That’s no reason. When a girl says no, it means no! You don’t hurt her! You stop!” Jesse’s voice was strong now.

“That’s right. That’s what a good man does.” Kim’s voice made both turn their heads. She walked closer to them and sat down on the lounge chair as well.

“What you just said is something your mom and dad taught you. Right Jess?” The boy nodded.

“They told you to respect other people, not to hurt someone and treat a girl right.” Jesse nodded again. “But I don’t think his parents taught him this values. He always got what he wanted. His parents had the money, so they gave him what he asked for. He never had to accept no for an answer.”

“So, it’s his parents fault?” Jesse frowned irritated.

“No, Jess. It’s his fault. He is no kid anymore. He is an adult and even though his parents may not have helped him with a good start, he should have known that he did something wrong when he attacked Kim.” Jon paused shortly and looked at his girlfriend, who nodded with teary eyes.

“And I’m sure he knew it was wrong. Otherwise he wouldn’t have tried to runaway afterwards.”

“I see. …uhm, Kim…can I give you a hug?” Jesse asked shyly. She smiled.

“Of course, nothing has changed between us, Jesse. Nothing has changed.” She let him pull her close for a few seconds and floated in the thought that some parents were raising good kids.

Fran watched her best friend, Jon and his son from her bedroom balcony when Rich stepped close to her and wrapped his strong arms around her waist. Protectively his hands rested on her slowly growing womb.

“You think she’s gonna be ok?” Fran asked worried and leaned against his warm body. Richie sighed.

“I don’t know. I hope.” He said and watched Jesse leaving the pool area. It seemed Kim managed to hold it together until she was sure the boy could no longer see her, before she erupted in tears and clung to Jon.

“It’s gonna be hard…on both of them.” He continued. Fran turned to him.

“Don’t get me wrong. It’s hundred times harder for Kim, but Jon normally isn’t the guy who simply sits there and let others take action. It’s extremely difficult for him right now.” Richie clarified. Fran sighed.

“You are right. I’m just glad she is at least letting him close.”

“Yeah, they need each other…” Richie whispered and placed soft kisses on her neck.

“Richie…” Fran had to repress a moan.

“Yes, darling?” he asked all innocently.

“We can’t…” her words were only a whisper.

“Why not? The kids are occupied, we are alone, the doc said it’s fine…and you know you want it…you are craving for it…” his last words made her shiver.

He was right. She’d developed an incredible strong need for him. She couldn’t remember being that horny while she was pregnant with Jason….certainly not in such early stage. Maybe it was because she was alone during her last pregnancy. Michael wasn’t home. But Richie was…and he was more than willing to help her with her needs. He seemed to know exactly when she needed him and what she wanted.

“Come on darling.” He grabbed her hand and lead her back into their bedroom. After closing the balcony door and locking the bedroom door he slowly started to undress her.

“Richie…” she wasn’t really giving a damn lot about foreplay these days, all she wanted was him…inside of her.

“I know darling, just a few seconds.” He managed to get rid of all his clothes as well before she was eagerly pulling him down on her. He kissed her deeply and let his hands wander over her body. She moaned loudly into his mouth and pressed her hips to him. He chuckled lightly and kissed his way down to her belly.

“So beautiful…” he looked up at her and saw her watching him with teary eyes.

“…hi there…it’s daddy…I’m gonna make your mommy feel reeeeeaaallly good now.” Rich placed and short kiss on her barely visible womb now that she was lying down.

“Oh, Richie…” Fran whispered and pulled him up again for a long kiss.

“I love you Franny.” He said and slipped into her warm and inviting body.

“GOD…..RICHIE……!” Fran screamed when an orgasm hit her instantly. He smiled that could get interesting.