Your love gave me birth

  And now you are the breath of my life

  Forever destined to be my wife.

  The gods of fate sent you through time.

  There’s no need to search any place on earth

  Your heart is home with mine.

  Always and ever meant for me to find.

  My journey begins and ends with you

  All that I do and all that I am

  Was born with you.

  Look deep into my heart and you will find

  All that I am, I am for you.

  I see love shining in your eyes written for all to see

  At last I can believe our love was meant to be.

  Your soul whispers to mine

  Crossing the boundaries of time.

  I fought the hands of fate and would gladly fight again

  Passing through hell’s gate

  To bring you back where you belong

  I will live for you and you alone.

  And fight the gods to keep you home.

  Look deep into my heart and you will find

  All that I am, I am for you.

  Please don’t ask me to die for you

  Because this I could never do

  I will live for you.

  Look deep into my heart and you will find

  All that I am, I am for you.

  By the time Ash makes it to me I’m so lost in the song, her and the memories that I grab her and pull her to me. I just need to hold her for a bit. I need to feel her in my arms. I can see the minister out of the corner of my eye and it looks like even he needed a minute before we begin. Her friend from the spa has broken down in tears searchin’ for somethin’ to wipe the tears from her eyes.

  After I feel steady, I take in a deep breath and step back and give Ash her space. She has tear stains down her face, but she is still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. Make-up still perfect and she has a dazzlin’ smile on her face.

  “Let’s do this preacher man, I can’t wait to have this beautiful bride all to myself. No offense.”

  “No offense taken young man. We may proceed.”

  The preacher man does his thing which I don’t even hear I’m so taken by my bride, I only snap out of it when I’m asked to say my vows to Ash. Ash decided we need to speak our minds for our vows, why I don’t know, but it matters to her so she’ll get my words.

  “Ash, a little over twenty years ago you stole my breath, my heart and soul. They were yours then and they are yours now. No one even compares to you in my eyes or in my heart and soul. You were born for me as I was for you. We are half to the other’s soul making it whole. They day you were taken from me I was broken and shattered. Nothin’ fixed the piece of me that was gone. Nothin’ during those years were the same, the sun didn’t shine bright, food tasted dull, ridin’ my bike didn’t free me like it used to. I felt trapped, I was in a shell of a body that went through the motions. There was no life inside of me, I was a walkin’ corpse inside, and my mind still had thoughts, though most of them were surrounded by you and our girl. I never want to feel that way again, so this is my solemn vow to you. I will love you with every piece of me. I will cherish you and hold you above all others. You will never want for anything or cry over spilled milk. I will care for you and carry all of your burdens, be a shoulder to cry on and an arm to lean on. And when life feels like it’s pullin’ you down, I will be the one to pull you up and float you through it. I’m yours Ash, I’m yours till my body tires and there’s nothin’ left, even then my soul will wait for yours on the other side. I promise to love you and be faithful to you in all ways until my dyin’ breath. I will protect and anchor you and our girls until the end of time. You are my forever Ash.”

  I have to wipe the tears as they flow from my woman’s face. I don’t want her tears; I want her forever. I was goin’ for happiness, I wanted her beautiful smile. Then preacher man tells Ash it’s her turn and that smile returns.

  “Wasp, the day you saved me and took me into your life was the day I knew not all people were horrible, spiteful human beings. You brought something to life in me that had been dead since the night I was put into foster care. I learned to laugh and love and learned what true friendship was. Because you not only became the man I was in love with, you became my best friend. My confidante, my believer and you taught me how to boost myself up and I learned how to give myself credit and gained self-confidence. When I was little, I thought I was meant to be alone in this world, but you saved me. Not just once, but twice. When I was taken from you for all those years, your face, laugh and words are what kept me sane when nothing else could. You are my reason to breathe, love and live. You showed me how to give life meaning, you gave me two of the most precious gifts a mother could have. The girls you gave me are just like you, they have beautiful souls, golden hearts and a bountiful amount of love to share with the world. I’m amazed daily at how much my love continues to grow for you. Thank you for choosing me and making me the happiest woman in the world. The world would be a better place if there were more men like you in it.”

  By this time, we were both having a hard time holding it together. Not only have we recreated our first wedding, but the words we’ve spoke outweigh anything anyone could’ve ever said to us.

  This life, it was meant to be us, always us and it always would be. Someone can try and keep us apart, but in the end, we will find each other. Our love will prevail and we will find each other regardless of how hard someone tries to separate us.

  Chapter 8

  Epilogue…Our wedding night

  Ashton

  What I haven’t let out is that my girls also sent me a sexy little piece for the wedding night as well. My man didn’t want to go celebrate in the casinos or go out to eat. No, my man however has a set up in our room once we return from our wedding and those heartfelt vows.

  Our travels through our past and present wedding, intertwining both was completely magical. I feel as if I’m living a fairy tale, which hasn’t happened often in my life so I’m choosing to go with it instead of questioning it.

  When Wasp carries me into our room it’s lit up with candles and the curtains are open with the moonlight shining in with the bright lights of Vegas helping set the tone for the night.

  There’s drapery in white ribbon and bows in the living room and throughout the bar leading to a walkway of silk petals to the bedroom. On the bed is waiting one whole lobster, crab cakes, melted butter, a Caesar salad and a bottle of champagne on ice. I also noticed on the dresser there was a box with a bow on it that I knew without a doubt would be saved for later.

  Wasp, being very romantic, feeds me and himself. I never lift a fork once. What doesn’t go on a fork, or is too tender to stay on one he feeds me with his fingers which I take advantage of, making the task take longer than necessary by making sure I suck his fingers free of any lingering juices.

  I excitedly watch as he becomes more heated and aroused. As I’m being fed, I lose a drop of melted butter and it travels down my chin. Before I have a chance to lick it clean myself, Wasp makes it his task to clean it and he also makes sure my neck and ears are dry as he nibbles and licks his way down my neck to my collarbone.

  Using this opportunity to forget about food, he helps me carefully remove my dress. And when he gets to the gift wrap under my dress I see his erection grow strong and proud. Knowing this is because of how I and I alone affect him ramps up my own arousal.

  I just can’t seem to help myself, I maneuver my way from his grasp and go to the unopened box. Score! It’s what I was hoping for…chocolate-covered strawberries. I hear him removing his clothes, but he has no clue what’s in store for him in the next few moments.

  *********

  I feel light headed as I watch my wife…damn, I love saying that...getting herself ready for me to claim her as mine, once again, but not for the last time. Every time I love her I will be claiming her. It doesn’t matter if it’s our hundredth time making love or our thousandth time fuckin’ each other raw. I’m always claimin’ my woman.

  If I had my way, she’d carry my scent with her every time she walked out our door, or left my side for even one fraction of a second. That’s how possessive I am over her, is it because I lost twenty odd years with her? Maybe. Was I this bad when we first met? No, not this bad, but it was there.

  As my wife turns around I lose my breath and nearly pass out at the erotic show she is putting on for me. Yep, that’s it, neither of us will be walkin’ out of here, they will be cartin’ us away. Because my woman just put the animal inside me in heat.

  FOREVER. I watch as she takes the fruit and runs it down the middle between her breasts as she unsnaps the front of her bra and it releases and falls to the ground. She continues her path and goes down to her belly button and circles as her other hand removes her panties. She sits on the bed and looks at me with her bedroom eyes.

  I watch as she spreads her legs open showing me her prize. Her lips and clit are swollen and juices are flowing down her legs. She takes the tip of the strawberry and starts masturbating her clit into a frenzy. I see her body jerking as the fruit works that magic button. I can’t take it anymore.

  My body is goin’ into overdrive as I enjoy the display in front of me. I can’t seem to make my eyes move from that piece of delectable treat, and I don’t mean the fruit I intend to eat with her juices coating the outside. I grab my dick which is completely bare and start strokin’ to my wife’s tempo she’s set. She’s watchin’ me as I’m watchin’ her.

  “Please Wasp, I need you.”

  I come unglued from the fantasy she’s brought me and making my way to her, I crawl up the bed after her as she scoots up toward the head of the bed. If she thinks after the show she’s given me and worked me up with beyond words that she’s just gettin my dick, she’s in for an awakenin’ of sorts.

  My beast wants to play, and I can’t deny him when it comes to Ash, never have and never will be able to.

  I lick the strawberry that’s still in her hand and lick her pussy juices from the appetizer, then as she releases the delicacy I pick it up to use for myself. I clean it of not only her juices but the chocolate coating as well.

  I intend to use the strawberry for my own purposes. After it’s clean, I take the strawberry to her inner lips and move it up and down gathering her juices once again, watchin’ her coat it. I then insert it inside of her while my mouth attaches to her clit.

  I suck and pull on that magic button as I pump the strawberry in and out of her, only the fat head of the strawberry, makin’ sure I have complete control of it at all times. Watchin’ her back arch and beg me to let her cum I then use my tongue to manipulate her clit. I make slow circles at first just to tease her and get her inner animal to let loose.

  When I see the impatient, fixin’ to lose her shit on me side of Ash, I amp up my tongue and release it to full force action. I lose control on her clit and don’t manipulate my speed or pattern, I just let go and enjoy her face and body as she succumbs to me.

  When I know she’s ready to cum, I pull the strawberry loose and leave her pussy alone and eat my dessert. Nothin better than Ash’s essence and fruit combination. This memory will forever make my dick stand to attention whenever I see strawberries or smell the damn fruit. These will be at our bedside every anniversary from this year on out. As I’m eating my dessert my wife decides to play hardball and wraps her luscious lips around my dick. No easing into it either, she takes me to the back of her throat and swallows me whole.

  “FFUUCCKKK!” I can’t help but throw what’s left of the strawberry and side leftovers from dinner onto the floor. I lay on my back and take her with me. She wants me to let go…done.

  I grab her by the hair at the back of her neck and guide her at the speed I want. My beautiful Ash never once gags, she accepts the pace and adjusts quickly. Yeah, my baby wants this. She wants my dick bad. Who am I to deny her? I let her go till I just can’t take it anymore and I pull her on top of me. I want her on top to begin with so I can watch those beautiful tits bounce in my face. Never gets old. She goes to town and I grab a nipple in my mouth and work the other with my hand. She rides me hard and she rides me fast. Her orgasm was close to the surface as she grips my dick in a vise with her pussy and screams my name. Once she finishes I take mine. I hold her still and pump up and down into her and out as fast and hard as I can. I feel my tell sign of my impending orgasm. I let go and fill her full of my seed as I scream and growl my release into her. Her name has barely left my lips as we collapse beside each other on the bed.

  Best Vegas trip ever.

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  Taken by Lies…released 2015

  Taken by Rage...released 2015

  Taken by Sadistic…released 2016

  Taken by Chaos…released 2016

  Taken by Temptation…. released 2017

  DreamCatchers MC

  Charlee’s Dreams...released 2017

  Un-named…TBA

  Lost Spirit Outlaws MC

  Hawk’s last Submissive…TBA

  Uncle Jed…TBA

  Surrogacy Series

  What Should’ve Been…released 2017

  Charlee’s Choices

  TEASER

  Author Liberty Parker

  Prologue

  Charlee

  Memories from the summer before my Junior Year…

  It was during the summer break after my sophomore year, when I met my salvation, from my then tragic world. You see, my parents were major players in the MC world, and knew the ins and outs of almost every club from one side of the world to the other. My Pops was the President of the 'DreamCatchers MC' and Ma was the matriarch. My brother became a 'Prospect' or a 'Probee' as the club called them. They were the new guys, the ones who wanted to belong to pa’s club.

  My parents were trusted and valued among most clubs and feared by the others. My parents were brutal when they had to be, but to me, they were just Ma and Pops. They never let me down, always attended my school plays, soccer tournaments, school dances, and even when I got breasts. My dad literally sat me down with a science book, and explained everything that was currently happening, and fixing to happen to my body. You want to talk about humiliating. I didn't get the birds and the bee's, I got the period and breast talk. My older brother Gunner accidentally introduced me to the world of sex, when I was twelve years old. I walked into his room at the clubhouse to show him I had won the scholarship money to attend the hardest to get into summer program at the art museum downtown. I love to draw and paint. I’m actually pretty good at it too. I’ve won contests and been taking classes since I was five.

  When I walked into his room, it was to see a 'club bitch' riding my brother and screaming out her pleasure. I dropped my scholarship paperwork and screamed, running from his room, and I ran the whole way home. I refused to talk to Gunner for two weeks afterward. He says those were the worst two weeks, and I broke his heart. Well, I don't have to tell you he broke my eyes! He ruined a good hour of my life, and made some good therapy sessions for me in the future too. So, this is how I feel about it, oh well, if he was upset I didn't talk to him. I had to wait until I could stop visually seeing his ‘sex’ session with that bitch. See, the whore he was with hated my ma, and used to tease me about how she was planning on taking my dad away from me and my Ma.

  I hated that cow! After I told why I was really so mad at Gunner, that bitch Susie was never seen again. I couldn't tell you if she is looking up at the sky, or if she's actually walking this earth. See, Gunner is fifteen years older than me, I was literally an "oh shit" baby. They never made me feel like the mistake that I was. They embraced me and loved me with all the love inside of them.

  That's why when I came home and found all of their stuff missing the last day of school, I went into a zone. I was in a zombie state for about an hour and then reality snapped back into me. I searched going into Pop’s office, then found a key to dad's safe on his desk, it was on top of a piece of paper laying on top of an envelope. Inside the envelope which again was addressed to me, had a note inside the safe telling me where 'a lot' of money was. I almost went into another vegetative state before snapping out of my head and I called my brother Gunner. Only Gunner didn't answer his phone, the new 'Prospect' Country did. His voice seemed familiar, but I couldn't place it. I asked him to have Gunner call me once he was available. I didn't however tell him it was a family emergency, so it wasn't until two weeks later when my brother got in touch with me, and it wasn’t a reunion I was prepared for.

  I didn’t have my license yet, so I couldn’t legally drive. I had money, but had run out of food. I’d been wracking my brain trying to think of how to come up with the appropriate solution. I didn't want to alert my friends or their parents, it would be embarrassing letting them know that mine had split, leaving me to fend for myself. In case they came back, I wanted them to be able to hold their heads up high with no shame. I’d cleaned up the house from the tornado left behind in their rush from packing up what they had taken with them.

 

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