Soul of Freeman. 3rd Book of the Freeman Series.

Chapter 15

Months Later,

The Texas summer was almost over, but it was neither hot nor cold on the beach. A family of nine picked up their beach towels, closed their umbrellas, and walked back to their car before the sun finally set. Allie was the only person remaining. Now she could hear the waves clearly. She closed her eyes and took the ocean breeze into her breath.

"We should get married more often," Dean stood barefooted beside her. "You look even more beautiful than the first time."

"Dean," she crossed her arms over her stomach, trying to hide her egg shell colored dress. "Kathy's gonna murder the both of us. I thought she was gonna stab me when I tried to send you a picture of the dress the day we bought it."

"I won't tell if you don't," he laughed.

The bride embraced him and kissed him on the lips.

"So are you gonna tell me what we're doing here?" he asked.

Allie took a step back and spun around, showcasing her short sleeve lace-covered gown. Some of the sand had gotten onto the bottom of the skirt.

"Why, we're getting married again, Mr. Freeman."

"You know what I mean. The kids said you walked out of the beach house without saying anything."

Allie's eyes searched for the horizon again.

"I worry about disappointing you and the kids with my decisions. I want you to be proud of me."

"Sweetheart," he hugged her from behind and kissed her neck, "our kids think you're their hero. They've been telling the wedding guests how you stabbed Wayne's eyes with a ninja star."

"It was just one eye and I stabbed him with a pen," she dropped her head back on his shoulder.

"I know," he swayed her in place and kissed her behind her ear.

"And what am I to you?"

"You're the air I breathe," he lifted her dress and caressed her thigh.

"We have half an hour before the ceremony starts and the bride is always late," she reached behind her and massaged his erection.

***

Whoever said s*x on the beach was romantic had to be a fish or a turtle or someone who really enjoyed picking sand out of their butts for days. Perhaps the adrenaline that came with the adventure was what drove Allie and Dean to lay on the sand in a wedding gown and a tuxedo.

It was crazy and exciting — exactly what young lovers would do. Allie laughed off the misfortune of the lace fabric and pulled Dean's neck down toward her lips.

 He climbed on top of her and took his time to gather layers upon layers of fabric.

 "I can't wait for you to yakh-whug-agh," she spit some sand out of her mouth.

 "What?" A gush of air slapped him on the face.

 And that's how the lovely couple ended sneaking into the master bedroom of their beach house and dumping their expensive attire into a trash bag.

 As Allie pushed down the blinds, she counted the people arriving at the beachfront backyard. The guests sat on long benches that were decorated with blue and white flowers. Silver bows sparkled on each end, creating a clear pathway to the altar, where a preacher read his lines in silence.

 "Am I getting old?" asked Allie. "I actually care for not getting sand in my v****a and being on time."

 Dean slid his hands behind her waist and made a trail down her neck with the tip of his tongue.

 "As long as we're getting old together, we have nothing to worry about." He spun her around, facing the bed.

 "Together forever?" she climbed on the mattress.

 "Forever and ever," he pushed her knees apart and moved between her legs.

 They began to explore each other's bodies, tracing their shapes. Allie's fingers moved down Dean's abdomen until they touched his scar.

 "Thank you, my angel," she stared into his eyes.

 "What for?" he lowered himself over her breasts and sucked on her n*****s.

 "For saving my life many times."

 "I had to. How was I supposed to live without you? The days you weren't by my side were dull and meaningless."

 "Kiss me."

 Her lips brushed against his. Their tongues met and danced around each other. Her legs opened wider. His erection grew taller.

 The moment felt most natural as if destiny dictated their bodies. He didn't have to guide himself inside her; she didn't have to tell him when to do that. Their moans and their breaths synced together, then his manhood moved forward and let her garden embrace him.

***

 Do you, Dean Freeman, take Allie Freeman, for your lawfully wedded wife, to love and cherish from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health?

 "I do," Dean moaned into his wife's ear as he thrust into her.

 "I'm coming," she dug her fingers into his back, feeling her warm blood rushing through her.

 Do you, Allie Freeman, take Dean Freeman, for your lawfully wedded husband, to love and cherish from this day forward, for better or for worse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health? 

 "I do, I do, I d—"

 You may now kiss the bride.

 As Allie shivered under Dean, he bit her lower lip and suctioned her thick swollen skin. He grunted, feeling her walls tightening around him. His rod pulsated. His eyes rolled up. His jaw dropped. Then he released all of his love inside her and plummeted on her chest.

 She brushed her fingers through his hair and pecked the top of his forehead.

***

The crowd stood up and cheered at the unconventional bride and groom, whom had chosen to wear jeans and cowboy hats.

 Andrew and Daniel ran toward the altar and hugged their parents. The couple placed the children between them and kissed their cheeks. Then, they held hands and walked together down the isle.

 The guests left their benches and moved behind them toward the opposite side of the house, where busboys prepared beverages for everyone. At the center of the beautifully lit yard, the sparkling pearls of a seven tier cake drew gasps from the crowd.

 Allie and Dean sat at the longest table and music began to play from the speakers behind them. The waiters began to cut into the cake and placed each slice on disposable silver-colored plates.

 The biggest slice was presented to Allie and Dean's table. Allie grabbed her fork and rubbed her hands together at the sight of the strawberry jam sitting between the layers of sweet Victorian sponge.

 The children's mouths watered as they waited their turn.

 "After you," said Dean.

 The bride cut into the slice with a spoon and savored the delightful dessert.

 "Wow, this might be the biggest wedding I've ever been to," Steven approached couple's table.

 Kathy, who sat nearest to them, stood up violently. She raised her chin and widened her nostrils.

 "What a despicable man," she shook her head and made face of disgust. "You might have the best lawyers to help you get through the loopholes, but still couldn't destroy them. Love wins."

 "Kathy, is it?" Steven smiled and extended his arm for a handshake but Kathy sent him a death stare.

 "That's all right, Kathy," Allie stood up, then turned to Steven. "I was hoping you'd show up."

 "Oh, really?" the small man held his hands behind his back. "Why not send an invitation?"

 "We didn't wanna waste ink," replied Dean.

 Allie snickered then waved her hands at the wedding DJ. A girl with headphones over pink and blue hair passed her a microphone. She placed the object close to her mouth and began speaking to her guests.

 "Hello, everyone, I promise you'll get to have your cake soon, but I think this is an appropriate time to make an announcement. You are all here tonight to witness a declaration of love. As you all know, Dean and I have been married for two years but we thought this ceremony was important to mark a new beginning in our lives. We've both agreed that from now on we will choose our family's happiness above all, but in order to do that, we've had to understand our past.

There was a time when I thought I was cursed. Why did all these bad things were happening to me? Sometimes I imagined I was a character in a story, so I sat there waiting for the writer to write my ending, but tonight I will choose to pick up the pen.

I wasn't put in this position by accident. My inheritance was part of a destiny that people like you," she pointed at random, "built for me. Of course, no one could ever suspect the company with the naïve, although hard working, C.E.O with a young face who makes charitable donations. That was your plan and most of you made up your minds the moment I was born. You've all conspired to lie, cheat, and get away with it for decades, but that ends tonight."

 A murmur within the guests increased in volume. Some began to hurry out of the party.

 "For those reasons, I've decided to step down as C.E.O of Wellington Family Farms, return the farmers ownership of their land, and dissolve the company and all of its assets," Allie straightened her back and deepened her voice.

 The commotion made the guests from the company look like hens flapping their wings in distress.

 Steven's face was paralyzed in shock. He turned in all directions as if his legs were trying to escape from his body. He stopped and heaved, watching Dean hold Allie's hand with a smile. Then, Steven smirked at the couple and fixed his tie.

 "Allie Anne March, the innocent girl with a big heart. You're just like your father. And just like him, that's what got him killed in the end."

 Allie swallowed and looked down at her chest. She frowned at Dean and started wheezing.

 "Sweetheart?" her husband placed a hand on her back while he held her arm at the same time.

 The bride's jaw dropped. Her pupils became smaller with every gasp for air. She held her throat, struggling as it closed.

 Kathy and the children ran to her aid.

 "None of you can help her now," said Steven. "Wayne and Grayson didn't deliver the kowhai according to my instructions, so she was able to recover. Those idiots only knew violence in their heads. Me however...I wait for the right moment to silently strike. You never saw it coming, did you? A slice of your favorite cake on the happiest day of your life."

 Dean watched in horror as Allie succumbed in his arms.

 "Sweetheart," he saw the reflection of his soul dying in her eyes.