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“I feel fat,” I told Tara as she buckled my shoes for me.

I was loose as a noodle thanks to the massage I’d gotten. The masseuse had been awesome about not getting too close to the healing spot on my lower back. When I told her what had happened to me, she was horrified. That made two of us.

“You don’t look fat,” she said. “But I know the feeling well.”

“I swear, every day I wake up and I feel like I’ve gained another cup size,” I told her as I tried to tame my boobs into submission. Apparently they were eager to see Eric.

“Word of advice? Don’t breast feed,” she said. “Mine are like deflated corn husks now.”

“That’s… that’s gross, T,” I cringed.

“That’s motherhood,” she shrugged. “The goal is to have some surgery since we don’t plan on having more kids.”

“Awww… don’t want to go for triplets?” I teased.

“Hell no,” she laughed, and stood up straight. “God you look beautiful. Your Gran would be so proud.”

“Oh god, don’t start with that or I’ll be boohooing all the way to the chapel,” I told her. “I cried after watching a Suburu commercial yesterday.”

“I do not miss the crying hormones,” she said as she put her hands on her hips. “In all seriousness, you sure picked one hell of a guy.”

“I think he picked me,” I said as I put on my earrings. “But I definitely did get lucky.”

“Then he has hella good taste.”

“Yes he does, and I’m not even talking about me. I’ll have to take pictures of his apartment in New York. You would have an orgasm just from looking at his kitchen, Tara,” I told her. She had even less counter space than I did. The apartment JB’s company had put them up in was tiny.

“I’ll have to come visit there sometime.”

“Yes! Oh my god, yes! We can go shopping and go see plays and be all classy and shit,” I chuckled. “And we can tell people you’re my baby daddy after the operation.”

“I hope we never change,” she grinned. “That sounds like heaven.”

“Oh and we can get good Chinese takeout for a change, and we can get it at two in the morning.”

“The perks of being a New Yorker,” she said. “You thinking about going there again, maybe to live?”

“We haven’t talked about living there, but I don’t think I’d mind if we did. I don’t think I’d want to live there forever, but it might be nice while the baby isn’t in school yet. Right now I think Eric is in need of a change of scenery. He’s pretty set on moving here,” I told her.

“Another awesome thing about that guy. Who else would give up three successful restaurants and a great apartment in the big apple to move to BFE, Louisiana?”

“Right? Alcide told me he’ll leave me when I don’t lose the baby weight,” I told her. “What did I ever see in him?”

“Alcide is a waste of air,” she rolled her eyes and turned to the mirror to apply her makeup. “Eric will love you even with the extra pounds, trust me.”

“I know he will. He’s not that shallow. He’s a good person.”

“And sexy.”

“Extremely.”

“How big is he?” she asked.

“Big enough,” I said, knowing that wouldn’t be good enough for her.

“Sookie,” she said, and turned to look at me. “Come on.”

I turned so I was facing her and used my hands to give her the dimensions.

Her eyes went wide, and then she started giggling.

“Oh honey, I am officially jealous.”

“You know sometimes it’s great and then sometimes it can be painful after a while,” I told her.

“As long as he’s also talented with his tongue then that’s not a problem,” she said.

“The man has skills,” I assured her.

“I approve.”

“So do I,” I nodded. “Are things better with JB?”

“Yeah, it’s just hard to find time for one another with the babies,” she said, and capped her lipstick. “That’s why this wedding of yours couldn’t have come at a better time. Mama needs to get some.”

I smiled and said, “I’m glad you guys could come. Literally.”

She grinned and said, “You’re the best.”

“Well what do you say we go make an honest woman of me and then you and your husband can go get busy?” I suggested.

“I say that sounds like a great idea.”

“Alright, foxy, let’s get going.” I grabbed my purse and the room key.

“Wait! Do you have a coat or something? Eric’s going to see your dress.”

“I don’t, but if being stabbed twice didn’t ruin our relationship, I’m not going to worry about him seeing my dress,” I told her.

“You raise a valid point,” she smiled. “Alright, let’s go get the men.”

We left the room and headed down to the lobby where we agreed to meet. Eric was easy to spot since he’s so goddamn tall and my heart flip flopped at the sight of him in his suit. I wanted to jump him right then and there.

“Ugh, being horny all the time sucks,” I whispered to Tara as we approached the boys.

“Trust me, it’s good to take advantage of it now,” she said.

“Oh I’m sure we’ll be getting cockblocked soon enough. In the meantime my body wants me to do him right here, right now,” I told her.

“If you two want a quickie in the bathroom we can wait on you,” she shruggged.

“Don’t tempt me,” I muttered, and then tapped Eric on his shoulder to get his attention. “Oh my God, you’re Eric Northman! I’m your biggest fan.”

Eric slowly turned around with a smile and when he laid eyes on me he took me in from top to bottom, then back up. He wasn’t shy about his gaze lingering on my chest either.

“And I’m that dresses’ biggest fan,” he grinned. “You look so beautiful, Sookie.”

“Thank you. Good enough to marry?” I smiled up at him.

“You were good enough to marry months ago, and you’re good enough now, no matter what you’ve got on.”

I pulled him down to kiss him and then whispered, “As soon as we’re alone, I’m going to fuck you so hard.”

He wrapped his arms around my waist and pulled me against him and whispered back, “Funny, I was just going to say the same thing.”

“Do y’all need a minute alone?” JB asked.

“No, we’re good,” I said, and resisted the urge to grab Eric’s cock. “Let’s go get hitched, Mr. Northman.”

“First, rings,” he said, and grabbed my hand.

“Okay.” I turned my palm over.

“JB, we’re going to Tiffany’s,” Tara smiled at her husband.

“Already went,” he said and presented Tara with a box.

She let out a very happy noise and pulled the lid off only to make another very happy noise.

“JB, it’s gorgeous!” she said, and threw her arms around his neck.

“What’d you get?” I ask her.

She handed the box over to me without looking in favor of kissing her husband. It was a beautiful bracelet. JB had chosen very well. He was definitely getting lucky for it.

“Alright, you two, break it up. You can play kissyface as soon as the wedding is over,” I promised them.

“Sorry,” Tara said when they broke apart. “Eric, is there going to be another limo?”

“Yes ma’am,” Eric nodded.

I took his hand and let him lead the way. I was about to become Mrs. Eric Northman, and I couldn’t remember ever being happier.

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 “Do you, Sookie Stackhouse, take this man to be your lawfully wedded husband?” The Elvis impersonator asked me.

“With every beat of my heart,” I said with teary eyes.

“And do you, Eric Northman, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“Absolutely, I do,” Eric smiled down at me, and his thumbs rubbed over the tops of my hands.

I stared down at the rings on our fingers and my tears spilled over as the reverend pronounced us husband and wife.

“By the authority vested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce that you are husband and wife. Eric, you may kiss your bride,” he said.

“I love you,” I said to Eric.

“I love you,” he said, and then his lips were against mine in our first kiss as a married couple.

I moaned softly against his lips. I never wanted to kiss anyone else ever again.

Tara and JB clapped for us and we pulled apart with big smiles on our faces. I turned to hug my best friend. I was so happy Tara was there with us.

“I love you, best friend,” I whispered and squeezed her hard.

“I love you too,” she said, and I heard her sniffle.

“Stop, or I’m just gonna keep cryin’,” I laughed. I kissed her cheek and then pulled away to hug JB.

“Congratulations, Sook,” he said as he hugged me back.

“Thanks.” I kissed his cheek too, and then the four of us got out of the way so the next couple could get married.

Eric wrapped his arm around me, and when we got into the limo again his lips found mine. I kissed him back and damn near started to climb him like a tree before Tara cleared her throat.

“You was worse,” JB said to her.

“No I wasn’t!” Tara laughed. “Sookie has the pregnancy horniness attacking her.”

“I’m not complaining,” Eric said.

“This one time we was in church when Tara was about four months along, and she pulled me into the coat clo–” Tara’s hand covered his mouth.

“Dang, girl,” I smirked at her.

“I’m impressed,” Eric smiled, and his hand landed on my thigh.

“It was a moment of total need,” Tara defended herself.

“In church? Tara Mae…” I teased.

“She got me at the libary too,” JB said. He never could say library correctly.

“I needed it!” she protested. “Trust me, you’ll understand. It was either drag JB off to service me, or I’d have starting touching myself in front of God and all his fans.”

I cackled at that. Tara wasn’t laughing, though.

“I swear to you Sookie Stack- Northman,” she corrected herself. “You will experience it, and then you’ll call me and apologize.”

“Actually, Mrs. Northman will be too busy having her way with me to call anyone,” Eric said.

“Damn skippy,” I agreed. “How soon can we get started on that?”

“As soon as the limo drops Tara and JB off at the destination of their choice,” he said, and leaned in to kiss my neck.

“Mmm…” I moaned. Poor Tara and JB.

“Maybe now we want to torture you two and stick around,” Tara said, her arms crossed.

“Then you best cover your eyes,” I told her, “Or you’re going to get an eyeful of something you don’t want to see. Besides, I wasn’t the one that ratted you out, so don’t be mad at me.”

Eric turned my head and kissed me. I forgot all about Tara and JB, and the argument they were having. Kissing my husband was way more important to me.

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We ended up getting dropped off at the hotel and I gave JB and Tara the use of the limo for the rest of the night. The number one most important thing to me right then was having a ton of sex with my wife.

As soon as we got into the elevator Sookie pushed me into the wall and attacked me. I had my hands all over her and couldn’t stop touching her chest. Her beautiful wedding dress made her boobs look fucking fantastic. We only got to make out for two floors before the elevator stopped and let more people on. It was a middle aged couple who smirked at us knowingly, but didn’t say anything.

When we finally got to our floor I picked Sookie up and carried her bridal style to our suite. It was a little difficult to unlock the door with her marking her territory all over my neck, but I managed it and was pleased to find the hotel had done as I asked. There were rose petals all over the bed and on the floor leading to it, and instead of champagne since Sookie couldn’t drink it, they left us sparkling apple cider.

“What do you think?” I asked as I set my bride on her feet.

“I think I married the most amazing man in the entire world,” she said, and started walking backwards toward the bed, unzipping her dress as she walked.

“And I married the sexiest woman,” I grinned as I loosened my tie.

Sookie dropped her dress to reveal ice blue lingerie.

“And that just clinched it,” I said.

“You like?” she asked, and turned around slowly so I could get the full effect.

I went from packing a semi to a raging full fledged boner with that move.

“Fuck yes I do,” I smiled and pulled off my suit jacket.

“Too bad it’s just going to end up on the floor,” she said. Sookie moved in a slow, exaggerated way as she climbed up onto the bed. Her ass looked phenomenal in those sheer boyshorts.

“That is too bad,” I agreed, and kept slowly pulling off my suit one piece at a time. “But I’m going to enjoy it while it’s on.”

Sookie sat with her back against the pile of pillows and I watched her small hand move into her panties. She moaned and said, “Eric, I’m so wet for you already.”

“How should we fuck for our first time as a married couple?” I asked her.

I took off my shoes and socks, and was only left in my pants.

“I don’t care. I just want you,” she said. Her hips started to move with her hand.

“I know,” I said, and dropped my pants, revealing that I’d gone commando.

“Mmm…” Sookie moaned and arched her back. “Eric, get your sexy ass up here.”

I didn’t want to keep my horny wife waiting, so I climbed onto the bed, and kissed my way from her ankle to her lips.

She cupped my cheek and whispered against my lips. “Rip my panties off, Eric.”

I wasn’t going to wait for her to say it twice. Even though I would mourn the loss, I was pretty sure I’d get over it as soon as we got down to business. I kept my lips on hers as I reached between us and ripped the lace from her body. She gasped and then pressed her lips to mine even harder as my hand quickly found its way to her pussy.

“So fucking wet,” I groaned as I touched her.

“I wanted to fuck you ever since I saw you in the lobby,” she panted.

“Ditto.”

Sookie reached out and started stroking me. “I need you, Eric.”

“Where do you need me, Sookie?”

She tightened her grip on my cock and said, “Inside me. I need your cock inside me. Please, baby.”

I wasn’t about to leave my wife hanging, so I shifted my hips to line myself up and slowly pushed into her until I couldn’t go any further.

“Heaven,” I whispered against her lips.

“So good,” she moaned, and grabbed my ass.

“What do you need, lover?” I asked as I started to pull out slowly.

“Fuck me,” she breathed against my lips.

When I thrust back into her, I thrust hard, and she moaned loudly. I didn’t let up either. Sookie kept up with me for a solid ten minutes before I rolled us over so she could be on top. The first thing I did was rid her of that sexy bra she was wearing. It was in the way.

“These are bigger,” I grinned.

“They’re ridiculous,” she said while grinding against me.

“But the good kind of ridiculous,” I said and started to play with her nipples.

“Ahhh… fuck… Eric,” Sookie moaned and started rise and fall quickly.

“Are you going to come?” I asked her. I wasn’t even close yet, and that was a very good thing.

“Soon,” she said. Her eyes were closed and I could feel her walls fluttering.

“I’m going to make you come over and over again tonight,” I said in that dominant sex voice she liked.

“God, yes,” she moaned.

I moved one hand down to rub her clit, and I swear the noise she let out made my cock twitch.

“Like that?” I asked with a smirk.

Her eyes popped open and looked into mine. They were full of lust and she demanded, “More.”

I rubbed faster and said, “Will you come for me, Sookie? Will you let that pussy get so tight it threatens to take me with you?”

“Yes!” she cried out in a strained voice and then her pussy clamped down around my shaft. “Fuuuuuck!”

“Jesus fuck,” I groaned and tensed up beneath her. I managed to hold off, but it was hard. Apparently her orgasms when she was this horny were going to be fucking awesome.

She groaned and collapsed against my chest while her aftershocks rippled through her.

I kissed her shoulder and rubbed her back, but after a minute or so my cock was getting pissed at me so I started to thrust my hips up slowly.

“Mmm… feels so good, baby.”

“Do you want to get on your knees for me?” I asked her in a whisper.

“Mmhmmm.”

Sookie climbed off of me and we moved around until she was in position, and looking back at me over her shoulder. I rubbed my hands over her ass and gave it a good squeeze before I slapped it lightly. We hadn’t really played around with that yet, so I figured now was as good a time as any to gauge her reaction.

She jumped and blushed. “What was that for?”

“I couldn’t resist,” I said. “Did you like it? I won’t do it again if you didn’t.”

“Mmm… I don’t know. Do it again.” Sookie rocked back and forth.

I rubbed the spot I’d slapped for a moment and then did it again. Sookie jumped again and then sort of shrugged.

“I don’t know if it does anything for me,” she said.

“Damn,” I said, and rubbed the head of my cock up and down her slit. “It looked hot from back here.”

“Sorry,” she apologized.

“Don’t you dare apologize,” I said as I started to sink into her.

Sookie moaned and her head dropped to the bed.

“Does that feel good?” I asked her. “That thick cock stretching you.”

I’d never been much of a dirty talker since most girls were too embarrassed by it. With my wife though, it turned her on so much it was almost a crime not to do it.

“So good, Eric,” she panted.

I started to move my hips fast and hard for just a few seconds before slowing way down again. It was torture for both of us, but it felt fucking good.

“More, baby,” Sookie begged, clutching the sheets.

I built my pace back up, starting slow and very slowly increasing the speed until I was pounding into her like there was no tomorrow. When I felt myself getting close I pulled Sookie up so she was sitting on my thighs. One of my hands played with her nipples and the other went down to her clit.

“I want you to come with me,” I whispered in her ear, and kissed her neck.

“Yesyesyes,” Sookie chanted, and her walls fluttered. “I’m coming, baby.”

I rubbed her clit even faster and when her pussy got impossibly tight around my cock I totally fucking lost it.

“Fuck!” I grunted and pulled her hips down so I was as deep inside her as possible. Sookie reached down and gave my balls a gentle squeeze that made my release a hundred times more intense. It was like it just wouldn’t stop, and I moved my hand to rub Sookie’s clit again, hoping to get one more out of her.

“Oh my God,” she trembled and her pussy gripped me again.

“Yes, that’s it,” I panted. “Fuck, that feels so good.”

It took a few minutes, but Sookie came again for me and then sagged against my chest.

“Enough,” she said, moving my hand away from her clit.

I wrapped my arms around her and kissed her neck gently.

“Want to go get into that giant soaking tub that’s really probably a small swimming pool in the bathroom?” I asked her.

“I do, but I can’t. Stitches,” she reminded me.

“I thought it was okay now since they’re about to come out,” I said.

“He said showers are okay.”

“Then the shower it is.”

Sookie nodded, but when she stood, her legs were shaking.

“Want me to carry you?” I asked. “I kind of wore you out.”

“Yes you did. I’m going to need food and a nap.”

“Let’s shower and then I’ll check the menu,” I said.

“Okay.”

We showered up and managed not to fuck in the shower, but Sookie was kind enough to give me a handjob. Married handjobs were the best. The hotel had those fluffy comfortable robes, so we didn’t bother getting dressed after we cleaned up. There was no point to it anyway.

“What do you want to eat?” I asked her as I looked through the menu while Sookie flipped through channels on the TV. She landed on an episode of Chopped that I guest judged.

“Baby, you look stupid sexy in suits,” she told me. “And I want something cheesy and spicy.”

“You got it,” I said as I found a few things on the menu that fit the bill. I was starving so I was going to order a lot. “You know, they invited me to do Chopped: All Stars.”

“Oh my God, do it! Seriously,” she said. “If you win, I’ll wake you up with a blowjob every day for a month.”

I looked at her with amusement.

“You really like Chopped, don’t you?”

“Yes, but more than that, I think you could win,” she said seriously.

“I’m pleased with your confidence in me,” I smiled, and picked up the phone. “I’ll call them when I get back to New York and find out more.”

“You better. Oh, and chocolate cake,” Sookie batted her eyelashes at me. “Junior wants sugar.”

“I’m on it,” I said, and when a staff member answered I relayed our order. Sookie’s eyes went wide when she heard how much food I was getting, but she smiled when I ordered two pieces of chocolate cake.

“We’re going to have a buffet up here,” she giggled, and curled on her side. Sookie yawned and closed her eyes.

“They said it would be about forty-five minutes if you want to nap,” I said.

“I think I might,” she said without opening her eyes. “It’s been a big day.”

“And we still have all day tomorrow. I promise I won’t give you any more orgasms tonight unless you ask for them.”

She smiled and said, “You’re the best husband.”

“You’re the best wife.”

Sookie snuggled into her pillow and sighed happily. It only took her a few minutes to drop off to sleep, so I sat on the couch and watched the episode of Chopped she’d put on. It was really cool to be behind the scenes and really see how long everything took. The set up, the clean up between rounds, when we actually judged each course, the deliberation on who to chop. It was a trip and took almost all day to film. I wondered if I’d actually win if I competed. The money would go to a charity as it always did for All Stars, so I’d have to find a good one relating to something I’m passionate about. It would probably be something food related that benefitted starving children. There were a couple good charities to choose from. If I could win for them, it would be great. Just competing got me Sookie.

When the food came I got it set up and then gently woke my wife from her nap. I loved thinking of her like that.

“Food is here, and it smells delicious,” I told her, and brushed her hair from her face.

“Mmkay,” she mumbled, but didn’t move.

“Come on, honey,” I said, and pulled on her arms. “Time to feed Junior.”

She whined but sat up.

“It does smell good,” she agreed with a sleepy smile.

“You can go back to sleep later and sleep in as late as you want,” I said.

“Good.”

“In the meantime, there is cheesy spicy delicious food, and chocolate.”

“Best husband in the world,” she said with a brighter smile.

I kissed her sweetly and said, “Thank you for agreeing to let me be your husband.”

“Thank you for asking… every time you did.”

“You’re welcome,” I grinned.

“Okay, point me to the feast,” she said, and scooted out of bed.

“Climb on,” I said, and turned my back to her, stooping down so she could.

“You’re a goof,” she said, but climbed on anyway.

“You married the goof,” I said, and carried her over to the couch where I gently set her down. I had the food spread out on the coffee table, and had poured us some of that sparkling cider.

“Very nice,” she said when I handed her a glass.

“A toast?” I asked.

“Sure.”

“To the most beautiful woman in the world, for loving me, and agreeing to marry me, and bravely carrying my baby,” I said, and held up my glass.

Sookie raised her glass and added, “To the next eighty years.”

“I’ll drink to that,” I smiled, and clinked my glass to hers.

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