wrapped around each other, Charlie eased himself to the side, taking her with him, his shaft still lodged tightly in her pussy. For a long time, they just lay there, hearts pounding, breathing stilted.
Finally, Charlie slipped carefully from her body, went to dispose of the condom, and returned to wrap her in his arms again.
“I want to be the one with you at your Christmas wedding, Jill. Will you put my name on the invitation?”
She gave a small, happy laugh. She could hardly wait to see her name on the formal invitation paired with the name of this very, very special man on those long-waiting invitations. To tell the world what a treasure she was marrying. “Of course I will. How could it be anyone else?”
****
December
Jill stood at the entrance of the main hall at the winery, her hand in the crook of her father’s arm. She held her specially ordered waterfall of red and white roses. Candles everywhere highlighted the masses of poinsettias. More were placed everywhere in the party room where the dinner would be held. Everything was exactly as she’d dreamed about it all these years.
But the best part had been Thanksgiving, when she’d taken Charlie to meet her folks. When he came to pick her up, he’d actually gotten down on one knee and held out a gorgeous solitaire diamond.
“I want to do this right, kitten. Will you let me be your November and December drummer? And your drummer for life?”
“I wouldn’t have anyone else,” she told him with tears in her eyes. “I love you, Charlie. I’m sorry it took me so long to realize it.”
“Just as long as you never forget it,” he grinned.
Jill couldn’t wait to begin their life together as husband and wife. She looked down the length of the aisle to see Mitzi, waiting for her as maid of honor, and Charlie’s brother as his best man. The string quartet she’d hired for the ceremony began the strains of the wedding march, but as she stepped forward, she heard something else, the unmistakable sound of drummers underscoring the strings. Her eyes widened as she saw, marching in from either side of the hall, twelve drummers in tuxedos, providing the percussion for the wedding march.
Charlie, of course. Making sure she had her twelve drummers drumming.
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