Rocked & Romanced, page 50
The next day, we are all packing our bags. Kevin and Brian spend the day getting a few outfits together that wouldn’t be out of place in 1960. I pack up my items, and once night falls, we head out.
We get to the rocks, and Kevin looks a bit leery. I look over, and say, “We will go first, okay?” and he nods.
I look over at David, and he gives me one long kiss and takes my hand. “On three?” he says, just as he has every time we have gone through before.
I nod. “On three.”
Then he counts. “One… two… three.” And we touch the rock and are pulled and then pushed into 1960 again. We move off to the side, and I fall to my knees, dizzier and weaker than I have been before.
“Ivy, what’s wrong?” David asks, a bit panicked. He’s on his knees beside me and holding me in an instant. I focus on taking deep breaths.
“Please talk to me. Are you okay, Ivy? God, please talk to me,” he says as he rubs my back.
“I’m okay. Just give me a minute,” I whisper. He doesn’t relax or let me go.
I hear Brian and Kevin land, and David says, “Brian, over here.”
Brian is on the ground at my other side in an instant. “I think she just jumped too close together. This is her third time in less than a week. I think she needs to stay here a bit longer this time and let her body adjust,” he says. I start to feel better and sit up a bit and lean on David.
“That’s exactly what it is,” I say.
“Well, you won’t ever hear me complain about getting more time with you. In fact, I plan to take you on our honeymoon after we are married. I was going to try to convince you to give me more time anyway,” David says.
“Fate steps in again.” I smile. All three guys chuckle. Then a weird thought pops into my head.
I look up and notice Kevin looking around and bouncing on the balls of his feet.
“What’s on your mind, Kevin?” I ask him to take a few more minutes to rest.
“Well, not going to lie. I didn’t believe this whole time travel thing. I don’t know what just happened, but if we are in 1960, I feel like I should have asked a few more questions.”
“Like what?” I ask him.
“Well, being gay is a crime in 1960…” Keven trails off as Brian grabs his hand.
“David, how will your parents react to Brian and Kevin being a couple?” I ask.
“They will accept him and love them both because they are your family, and you are about to become my family. My uncle, my mom’s brother, is gay. We don’t visit him much now. We don’t like to draw attention to him, but they accepted him and his partner, and I know they will accept Brian and Kevin too.”
“Ivy, what do David’s parents know about you? Why do they think you can’t legally get married?” David asks.
“Oh, ugh well, we told them we were having problems with my birth certificate and all. I think his mom was excited to throw a party, but she has been giving me this look, so just be careful what you say, okay?”
They agree, and I take a deep breath.
“Okay.” I sigh. “Time’s a wasting, and I want to lie down.”
David chuckles as he helps me up, and he keeps his arm around me the whole walk to Ivy Hill.
We walk in, and his parents are in the kitchen drinking what looks like coffee. His mom rushes over to hug us.
“Oh, you’re back. I can’t wait to fill you in on everything. Honey, you look pale. Are you okay?” she asks me.
I smile. “Yeah, just a long day traveling. I’m a bit motion sick, so I will be turning in early.”
“Oh, you poor dear, of course!” Helen says.
I introduce his mom and dad to Brian. “This is Brian. He’s my best friend, and he has been like a brother to me. And that is Kevin, his fiancé. They are my only real family,” I say, then watch his parents closely.
Brian kicks in. “We know we can’t legally be married, but we are doing like Ivy and David. We will be married in every way that matters.”
Helen and James smile and hug them. They congratulate them and welcome them into the family just as David said they would.
“Let me get you guys upstairs to your room so I can get Ivy to bed. She needs her rest because tomorrow, she is going to go pick out her dress, and then we get married in just forty-eight hours.”
I swear I’ve never seen him so happy.
He grabs my bag, and we head upstairs. He shows them to a suite at the other end of the hall and then picks me up and carries me to bed. He takes care of me as if I’m the most precious thing in the world, and I’m going to break. He removes my pants, shirt, and bra and then slips one of his shirts over me. He then strips down to his underwear and climbs into bed with me.
He pulls me up to his side, and I snuggle up with my head on his shoulder. “Baby, please don’t go in my bag. I have something for you for our wedding, but I want it to be a surprise, so no snooping,” I say as I close my eyes.
“I promise. While you, my mom, Brian, and Kevin are out wedding dress shopping, my dad and I are going out. I have a few surprises for you too.”
“Mmm, make love to me, baby,” I say and reach down to wrap my hand around his cock.
He sucks in a ragged breath. “Beautiful, I will never deny you, but you needing rest is more important tonight. I was also thinking, maybe we don’t have sex again until our wedding night. It’s only two days, and I want to make the day perfect for you.”
“Mmm, okay, but you will have to be the strong one here. My willpower isn’t that great around you.”
He laughs. “Go to sleep; I got you.” That’s the last thing I hear before drifting off.
Chapter 14
David
I’m standing next to my dad, and I can’t seem to stand still. Always waiting on this woman, and I will happily do it every day of forever. Today is the happiest day of my life; my sweet Ivy agreed to marry me, to be my wife, the keeper of my heart and soul, and in turn, she will trust me with hers.
Her, my mom, and Brian went wedding dress shopping yesterday. We wanted to keep it quiet, so I pulled a few strings by saying a family member was getting married. Ivy gave my mom an idea of what she wanted, and my mom had twenty dresses set aside in a private room for the three of them. My mom says Ivy fell in love with the third one she tried on.
Kevin went with my dad and me to set up some last-minute things for Ivy and run some errands for my mom, like picking up the flowers and a small cake. My mom did an amazing job setting up this back part of the garden for the wedding.
I’m taking it all in when I see Ivy and Brian walk out of the house, and I can’t breathe. She is in the most beautiful dress I’ve ever seen. Tight at the top and loose and flowy at the bottom and only a small amount of tulle, but what I love is the lace all over and how it flows into a short train. Her hair is done in a hairstyle that I recognize from her time. It’s curled and pulled over one side of her shoulders. She looks like an angel, and I’ve never seen her more beautiful.
I don’t even realize I’m crying until she is in front of me and reaches up to wipe my tears away.
“Ivy, my sweet Ivy, you look so beautiful it hurts to breathe.”
“This this how I will always remember you. The look on your face, the tears in your eyes, and how incredibly sexy you look in this suit,” she says. I’ve heard the camera’s shutter, so I know my mom has taken a few photos. Then my dad performs the ceremony, and we say our vows.
I slip her wedding ring on. It’s a simple band with a swirl design and a few diamonds. Then she slips my wedding ring on with the same swirl design. I vow to her and myself that no matter what comes our way, I will never take this ring off.
We spend some time celebrating with our family. There are a beautiful cake and my mom’s amazing cooking. My mom keeps taking photos of Ivy and me, and I can’t wait to get my hands on them. We celebrate until the sun goes down. My mom and dad eventually head back to the cottage, and Brian and Kevin head to their room.
I can’t seem to keep my hands off her, but when we get to our room, she pulls back.
“I want to give you your wedding presents first.”
I nod, getting a little choked up and nervous about the ones I have for her.
She goes into her bag and pulls out a small box the size of a shoebox. She seems a little nervous, so I know this means a lot to her. She hands me the box, and I open it.
“These are all the letters I wrote to you when you were overseas.”
I get choked up and kiss her, but then I laugh.
I hand her a box too. “I guess we had the same idea.” The box is full of letters I wrote to her. There is one from almost every night.
She smiles. “I’m going to save these to read until I get home.” I agree to do the same.
She reaches into her bag again and pulls out a flat item covered in what looks like a potato sack. She hands it to me, and when I open it, I tear up and start shaking. It’s the perfect gift she could have ever given me.
On a piece of painted wood is hand-drawn wording that I can’t stop staring at. “David and Ivy Miller” and at the bottom “est. 1960.”
“This is the closest I could get to taking your last name.”
“It’s perfect, so perfect, and I will hang it in here next to some photos of us,” I whisper, and she leans in and kisses me so tenderly my eyes tear up again. I am always crying around this woman. Only for her.
I pull out my second gift to her. It’s the cake photo she loves, and I framed it for her. Pointing at the nightstand, I show her I have a matching one there.
This time, her eyes water. “I have one last gift for you.”
“Beautiful, this is too much. You have given me the best wedding gifts possible.”
She has a wicked smile on her face. “Oh, this one is just as much for me as it is for you.” She turns around so her back is facing me, and says, “But you have to unwrap it first.”
I’m instantly hard and can’t unbutton her dress fast enough. I have to see what she has on under it.
When I’m done with the last button, she turns back to face me. Taking a deep breath, she lets the dress fall to the ground.
For the first time ever, I come in my pants without so much as a touch. My orgasm is short and almost buckles my knees. After a minute, I can fully take her in.
Under her dress is the sexiest white lingerie I’ve ever seen. I’m sure this is from her time because I don’t think they make anything like it now. She is in a sexy tight white bra covered in lace, and I can see the outline of her nipples through the bra, and it’s trimmed in the same color blue as my car.
I run my eyes down her body and stop on the barely-there white lace panties. She turns to show me what she calls a thong. It frames her luscious ass perfectly. Fuck, I’ve never seen anything so sexy in my life.
As she steps out of the dress, I walk toward her and lean in to kiss her. She instantly takes control of the kiss, and I’m happy to let her. She pushes me backward a bit and only breaks the kiss to take my shirt off. I unbutton my pants, and as they fall to the ground, she keeps pushing me backward.
The couch in our room hits the back of my legs, and she pauses long enough to pull my underwear down and then pushes me down on the couch, giving me another up-close look at her, and my god, I will never forget this sight for as long as I live. When we are apart, I know this is the image I’ll think of when my fist is doing a poor job of fucking my cock.
Ivy still has on her sexy outfit when she gets on her knees in front of me. I try to pull her onto my lap. “It’s your turn to come, beautiful.”
She shakes her head. “All still a part of your wedding present, so sit back and enjoy, baby.”
Then her mouth is on my cock, and I toss my head back as my hips buck into her mouth. I could come again already, but I fight for control because I want to enjoy this. The head of my cock hits the back of her throat, and my hips jerk again. She slides her mouth back up my shaft, and her tongue slides on the bottom of my cock.
I groan. “Ivy, my sweet Ivy, your mouth feels so good, beautiful. Oh, god, I’m so close.” I clench my jaw. Then she starts sucking harder, and she tugs at my balls. My hips jerk again, and I’m coming down the back of her throat, screaming her name as my hips buck out of control.
Once I’m done, she gives my cock one more hard suck before letting it slip out of her mouth and looking up at me.
“Fuck, beautiful girl, that was amazing. Thank you for that.”
With a smile, she stands and then sits down to straddle me. She kisses me as I run my hands up and down her sides. Even after two orgasms, just being able to touch her like this is getting me hard and ready for her again. After a few minutes of kissing, she reaches down and moves the scrap of fabric doubling as her panties to the side and slides down my cock slowly. I have to grip the side of the couch so as not to grab her hips and slam into her.
She is enjoying being in charge tonight. I see it on her face, and I want to give her this. When she’s fully seated on my cock, she leans down and kisses me again, and she tightens her pussy around me. “Fuck, baby, that tight pussy of yours has a death grip on me!” I groan out.
She slides up and down my cock slowly. “Baby, you feel so good. I can feel every inch of you in me. And ... ahhh,” she moans against my neck. I wrap my arms around her waist and pull her as close to me as possible, not wanting an inch of space between us.
I angle my hips to hit her clit on every thrust, and then she tenses up and shatters around me. Her pussy locks on to my cock and pulses, and my climax crashes into me. I yell out her name and come deep inside her.
At that moment, I wish so badly my seed would take hold and give us a child. I want that with her, a piece of us, but I could never leave her to raise that baby alone. Since neither of us can spend more than a few weeks in either time, how would that be fair?
The next day, Brian and Kevin say they are going to explore Nashville before heading home that night, and I take Ivy on our honeymoon. We get the airport, and we head toward a private plane a friend of mine is letting us borrow. Ivy loves it, and I love that on the several-hour ride, I got to have her three times. Ivy made some joke about officially being members of the mile-high club now.
I take her to Hawaii just as I promised I would. I rented a private cottage on the beach and a car for us to get around in. We spend a week making love and visiting many of the sights that she has always dreamed of. Then we flew to California because my girl wanted to go to Yosemite National Park and see the Wawona Tree. It’s a massive tree carved out where we can drive through it. We are even able to get our photo taken by a sweet couple with the car under the tree and us leaning on the front of the car.
Ivy tells me that tree will fall in 1969 in a bad storm, just nine years from now. We then drive to Calaveras State Park and see the Pioneer Cabin Tree, a smaller version of the Wawona, and we get our photo taken there too. I love seeing her face when she gets to see something she never would be able to in her time. There is no greater feeling than being able to provide that for her. I’ve been wearing a disguise most of the honeymoon, and we haven’t been recognized, so it’s been our heaven.
We are now in Maryland sitting at a park watching a couple with a newborn baby. My Ivy has tears in her eyes, and it’s not from the baby they are playing with. The couple is her grandparents, who raised her and have since passed in her time, and the baby is her father.
We are sitting on a bench, and I have one arm around her and the other in my lap. I’m holding her hand, running my thumb over her wedding ring. I do this because I still can’t believe she is mine, and that she’s here. I just need that reassurance that it’s real.
Her grandparents get up and walk by us, and her grandmother notices the tears and sees the wedding rings. “Don’t worry, sweetheart. You will have your own soon. It can take time.”
Ivy smiles. “Oh, we just got married. I just thought it was so sweet to see you two playing with your son like that. I don’t think my parents even cared enough to, and I can’t wait to do it with my kids.”
“Oh, sweetheart, how long are you two in town for?” her grandmother asks.
“We leave tomorrow. We have to get back home,” she says.
Her grandma looks over at her grandpa, then looks at me again. I know then she recognizes me.
“Well, if you don’t have plans, I’d love to have you over for dinner,” her grandma says.
Ivy takes a shaky breath and looks at me. I know she wants to, but she’s scared I’ll be recognized.
“We’d love to,” I say since I know they already know who I am. Ivy’s eyes get big.
“We are that red car there. Would you like to follow us over? I have a roast in the oven now,” her grandma says.
I smile. “Sounds perfect.”
Ivy and I get in our car, and I follow them while Ivy lays into me.
“What are you thinking? They will recognize you if they haven’t already. Oh god, David, we are in so much trouble! They never once mentioned having dinner with you! We can’t change history!”
“Yes, she recognizes me, but I also know how much having this time with them means to you, so I think it’s worth it.” I won’t admit I wasn’t thinking about history and send up a silent prayer that this doesn’t blow up in our faces.
Ivy groans. “Oh god, she said she has a roast in the oven. It’s fate. I love this recipe so damn much, but I never got it from her before she died.”
I can’t help but smile. This honeymoon has been perfect.
After pulling into the drive behind her grandparents, we follow them inside. I watch as Ivy takes in everything in the house. She lingers on a few items, so I know she remembers them.
They go to put their son, Ivy’s dad, in his crib for a nap.
I walk beside her, and whisper in her ear, “Is this the house they raised you in?”
“Yeah, almost everything is in the same place too,” she whispers back, but I can still hear the emotion in her voice.
