EroticReverie

Rainer Rancourt - One Week Later

My future wife, is a fucking goddess. Standing opposite her at the church, her eyes on her sister, adoringly, smiling as my brother Valen and her sister Fleur exchange tear filled wedding vows to one another.   I know I should be looking at my brother and at Fleur, it's their day after all, but I can not for a single second, take my eyes off of Giselle. The second I saw her in that bridesmaid gown, I wanted to shred it to fucking piece just to get her fucking naked and make love to her. 

Since her proposal, which led to mine, my love for her is out of fucking control. If I thought she was the sexiest, hottest, most gorgeous fucking girl on earth before, knowing my fucking ring is on her finger only makes her hotter, which seemed fucking impossible. I'm about to get hard in this fucking church just thinking of the second I can get my fucking hands on her again, or kiss that fucking mouth of hers. 

Her eyes have found mine plenty of times during the ceremony, prompting her to fucking blush when I smirk at her or give her a wink. I love you, I mouth to her as she looks at me again, blushing even more. She gives me a wink and mouths it right back. God, I wanted to walk over there and lift her up and carry her out of here and take her home and lay fucking worship to her body. Her dress is a deep plum, and fuck it might be my new favorite color on her. 

I tear my eyes from her for the first time to watch my brother and her sister seal their marraige with a kiss, and I smile as my brother pulls her back for a second one making everyone in the church laugh as he holds Fleur's face and she laughs against his mouth, wrapping her arms around her husbands neck. 

They turn and the church claps for them as they kiss once more before making their way back down the aisle, my other brother Emmet the best man, and her other sister Serena the maid of honor following suit and then I smile down at her as she looks up at me with the fucking smile that's always stolen my fucking heart. 

"Lead the way hot stuff" she winks and slips her arm through mine and I grin and then look over to her mother, who is watching us, her eyes finding mine and she quickly looks away. 

According to Giselle, her sisters told her that they and their parents had a sit down, which lasted hours, and caused lots of yelling and tears. That apparently while things weren't completely dealt with , they basically did what Giselle had been trying to do for years, and standing up for themselves to her. Giselle didn't attend the get together even though he father had called her to ask, to which Giselle didnt reply or call him back. Her sisters asked her only once, and Giselle declined, insisting they don't push it. And they respected her wishes. I don't know what was really said, neither does Giselle, but I can tell that her mother Mira hasnt really turned over a new leaf or anything, because she turns up her nose and looks away as we walk down the aisle together. 

I don't let myself be concerned with it, not when Giselle seems to be handling the day well. As I knew she would, because she'd never ruin her sisters wedding day. 

We take pictures inside the church after guests have cleared and moved onto the venue for the reception. I watch carefully as Giselle stands with her sisters at the steps and photos are snapped, I watch as her mother and father join, the photographer unfortunately putting Giselle next to her mother , and Serena on next to their father, with Fleur in the middle. But my girls smile doesnt falter, because I know she refuses to let her sister look back on this day and catch a single ounce of anything but happiness on her face. Mira, isnt as great as her fake smile as she she thinks she is, and her back is turned a bit to much to Giselle as they stand there with the photographer taking one photo after another. 

There's two photographers, and while the main one takes photos of the bride and groom, the other gathers the wedding party and parents for more photos. They know that the brides maids are sisters of the bride, and the groomsmen, are brothers of the groom, so they have us take pictures with our parents. Me and my brother go first, with my mom and dad, taking pictures with them together, then a few with just each of us. Then it's the girls turns and I watch Giselle as she shifts uncomfortably as she watches Serena stand with her parents, and her mother smiling easily, and her father too. I move beside her and place a hand at her lower back, and she turns her head and looks up at me. 

"You good Galas?" I ask her and she has that forced smile on her face and nods. 

"yeah, yup, uh huh" she says and looks back, swallowing hard and I lean down, whispering in her ear. 

"Tell me to, and I'll piss myself and cause a commotion so you dont have to do this" I whisper and she laughs, looking at me, her eyes on mine. 

"You WOULD do that for me, wouldnt you?" she asks.

"I'd do fucking anything for you baby, need me to wet myself?" I cock a brow and she laughs. Shaking  her head.

"I'd prefer you didnt." she says and smiles at me. 

"Say the word, you got about five seconds, 

"How are you so romantic in the strangest way?" she asks. 

I smile. "It's all part of my charm Galas." I lean down, kiss her cheek and tap her ass cheek with my hand as the photographer calls her to take pictures with her parents. 

"Love you." I say. She turns her head as she walks. 

"Love you so fucking much." she whispers and I grin like a fucking fool as she winks and then walks to her parents, stepping between them, her father close to her , her mother standing a smidge too far from her, the photographer directs Mira to move closer. All of them with picture perfect smiles while the rest of us hold our breath. 

It takes only a minute or two, and then I watch Giselle move quickly, not turning to either them and she walks back to me and looks at me, and I see it, tears start in her eyes. 

"Baby." I say softly. "Take a breath. Take a deep breath. Come on." i coach her quietly, knowing she wouldnt want me to pull her out of here and make a scene. 

"I'm gonna hokey pokey you so hard on the dance floor" I tell her and a tear slips as she laughs. She takes a deep breath and nods.

"Keep going" she says and I smile. 

"I'm going to um...electric slide into your pants later" I say and she laughs and nods. 

"it's really not even that fun to stay at the ymca, why do they even say that? What kind of song is that ? Have they ever been between your legs? THAT is where I want to stay, now THAT...THAT is fun." 

She laughs a bit more and shakes her head. 

"Okay, enough." 

"Oh come on, I was just getting started." I say and she she grabs my suit jacket and pulls me down and plants a kiss on my mouth, our first shared kiss in front of our families.

"thank you, i love you" she says and I smile and nod. 

"i love you too baby, so fuckin much" I say and kiss her again and then just stare at her. 

"you good?" I ask her as I cup her face and she nods with a smile. 

I kiss her forehead and then turn , and all eyes are on us. Our brothers and sisters smiling and my parents too. Not Mira though. Of course not. She's not even looking at us, pretending to pick lint of herself. 

More pictures are taken inside, and then outside of the church and then we're all off to the reception. 

Dinner is had, speeches are made by both Serena and my brother Emmett and then our parents and then my mother Gail for her son, and then MAxwell for his daughter. 

I hate that I'm sat at the opposite end of the table from Giselle through dinner, but we stay in our spots, and then theres the first dance, and then were all allowed to get out of our seats, and then I feel like I can finally fucking breathe when I'm able to take her in my arms and onto the dance floor. 

The song is kinda of fast but I pull her right to me as if it's a slow song and hold her against me, her hand in mine and my arm around her back. 

"I think we're dancing too slow for this song Rainer" she laughs. 

"dont care" I say and she smiles as she looks up at me, and then slips her hand from mine and wraps her hands up and around my neck and presses her hot fucking body against me harder. 

"dont think were supposed to be dancing this close Galas" 

"mm, don't care" she smiles using my own words on me and I smile and slide my hands to the small of her waist.

"i really, really wanna put my hands on that ass right now" I whisper to her and she laughs.

"then do it" she challenges and I growl at her. My hands sliding just and inch lower her brows lifting.

"you're hard Rainer" she whispers to me. 

"of course i fucking am, when am i NOT hard around you , I was having trouble keeping myself under control in the church, cause i couldnt take my fucking eyes off you"

"I noticed, i thought you were going to burn my dress of my body from how hard you were staring" 

"trust me Galas, I was fuckin trying" I say and she laughs and pulls me down and whispers in my ear. 

"If it makes you feel any better, I couldnt look at you because of how wet you fucking make me Rainer" 

"jesus" I groan. "dont do this to me right now" 

"your girl was dripping down her fucking legs under this dress.....still am baby" she whispers and kisses below my ear.

"my god, im going to fuck you right here if you dont stop" I say, my hands slipping lower, just a touch and she hums. 

"touch my ass baby, show them whose ass that is Rainer" 

"fuck , youre so mean" I growl and she laughs softly. 

"put your hands where they belong Rainer" she whispers. "please" 

"im so fucking hard Giselle, if I touch your ass im going pull you from this room and-"

"yes" she moans. 

"fuck" I growl and then slip my arm around her and pull her away from the dance floor and she's biting her lip with a grin on her face as I take her from the dance floor, through the tables and out of the ballroom. I catch my parents and hers watching us, but I dont fucking care. 

I pull her into one of the private bathrooms and throw the lock shut and then turn to grab her, but she's jumping up and throwing her arms around me, crashing her mouth to mine. 

"fuck me" she moans. "fuck me Rainer"