"I'll give her a call."
Lori kissed him on both cheeks. "I love this guy, Be-Be! Thank you, Elam!"
Twenty-two minutes later, Elam had made all the necessary plans with his mother. She was delighted to host the ceremony, promising that everything would be ready. All Lori had to do was put her in touch with her caterer and florist.
It was close to dinner time when Lori finally left. She had some calls to make to let everyone know about the change of venue for the wedding. Elam and Blythe sat on the couch, stunned into silence. He put his arms around her, pulling her close.
"So, Auntie Blythe, huh?"
Her eyes teared up. "I wanted Alec's baby so much. I'm so happy for her, but I'm so jealous."
"Why?"
"Because if Alec had lived, this would be me. I'd be married already, maybe with a new baby. My life would have some direction. Right now, I hardly know where I'm going. I'm not sure of anything."
Elam held her hand, gazing deeply into her eyes. "There is one thing you can be completely sure of. I'm here and I'm not going anywhere."
"Really?" her voice squeaked like a little girl's.
"Really. I find myself falling desperately in love with you. I never knew I could fall so quickly."
"You had me at hello," she whispered, tears welling in her eyes.
Elam brushed the tears away tenderly. Kissing her cheeks, he tasted the salt from her tears. He leaned back, licking his lips. "Yum. You taste delicious."
"Better than popcorn?"
"Better than popcorn. Or candy, or the most decadent dessert you can imagine."
"Better than Sex Cake?"
"Dunno about that, nothing's quite as good as sex."
"You might have a point there."
"I do know one thing," he slid closer, putting her legs over his. "There's nothing as good for you, as sex with me."
"Oh, you think so, huh?"
"I know so."
"You're very confident of your manly charms, Mr. Armitage."
"I am, indeed, Ms. Donovan."
They kissed a long time, exploring each other with their hands and mouths. Elam wanted to move to the bedroom and enjoy the natural progression. He leaned his forehead against hers, closing his eyes.
"Are you ready, Blythe? Because if you're not—"
Her mouth covered his, her tongue diving in repeatedly. Her savagery was exciting and a bit intimidating. Elam did his best to slow things down, knowing that if she continued this fiercely, he could end up hurting her.
"Easy, babe. It's our first time together. Let's make it last."
Blythe nodded, kissing him deeply, the ferocity abated, but wasn't completely gone. Elam gauged his movements carefully, moving languidly. Eventually, it had the desired effect. Blythe slowed down, enjoying his kisses. Soon, his shirt was off, then hers, bra following quickly.
They lay on the couch, she propped on cushions, he between her legs, holding his weigh off her as best he could. Finally fed up with the position, Elam lifted Blythe, carrying her to the bed.
She shivered, arching her back so her breasts were within easy reach of his hungry mouth. She yanked at his pants with both hands, undoing his belt and fly.
This is it, Blythe thought happily. The moment I've waited for since I met him. She smiled.
Elam smiled back, his blue eyes soft with passion. A slight frown of worry clouded his face. "Are you okay with this—really?"
"Yes." She tried to kiss him, but he leaned away.
"I just—you do know who's going to be in bed with you, right?"
"Elam," she whispered. "Only Elam."
"No ghosts," he continued. "No spirits of old boyfriends, or guys in a coma—"
"Oh, no? But they're both here and want to watch us," she teased.
Elam's head popped up and he looked wildly around. It took a second to realize that she was laughing at him. Shirt off, face mere inches from her right breast, he blushed a deep crimson.
"That's so not funny," he growled, nipping at her. "You have no idea the performance anxiety you just caused me."
"Why?" Blythe's hand slid between them, fondling his erection. "Don't you know how to use that bad boy?"
"Yeah—fuck!" he gasped, biting his lip.
His kisses grew more impassioned as she pulled down his jeans. When it was her turn to be undressed, he did it slowly, tugging her zipper down a little at a time as he laved her breasts and belly. One last tug and her pants were open. He slid his hands in and she shrugged one hip, then the other, free. Now, only a whisper of material came between them and their desire.
"Elam," she murmured.
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