Chapter Three
Two months later
Mark Madison cursed the Chevy truck he was working. Standing up to find the wrench he needed, he spotted his buddy, Joe Burns, entering his shop. "Well," he demanded. "What did you find out?" "I found her," Joe beamed proudly. "That was her you saw a few weeks back in the resturant." "And the guy she was with," he asked, returning his attention to the Chevy. "Names Hank Anderson. He's a bartender slash bouncer over at The Hideaway," Joe answered. "Some sort of ex-Marine or something. From what I understand, he's an expert in hand-to-hand combat, weapons, and explosions." "That's where I've seen him," he said, his attention fully on the motor in front of him. Joe nodded before saying, "Yeah, he's the one that told you if you didn't leave that red headed chick alone he'd flatten ya."
Mark looked up at Joe and huffed an unimpressed "Hmph". "So he's as ex-Marine. Just what I need. A love sick body guard keeping me from getting my wife back." "Why don't you let it go, Mark," Joe said as he leaned against the opposite side of the truck. "She obviously doesn't want you or she wouldn't have left while you where out with the boys."
Mark raised up so fast he hit his head on the hood of the Chevy. He waved the wrench at Joe in a threatening manner and said, "Listen here you little son-of-a-bitch, if I hadn't been so damn drunk that night I wouldn't have signed and mailed those damn divorce papers. I couldn't do anything about it after that. I'll be damn if I let her go that easily." "But you don't even love her," Joe countered. Shakeing his head he continued, "I don't get it, Hank. You don't want her, yet you don't want anyone else to have her. What's the deal?" "I just want her," he said angerily. Lowering his voice some he finished, "I just want to know that when I come home she's there. Supper was always cooked, the house clean, laundry done. I always knew that she'd be there whenever I couldn't get it from Carly."
Joe shrugged his shoulders and sighed, "Yeah, I know. You just want a maid. To have your cake and eat it too." Silence filled the air for a few moments as Joe drew in a deep breathe. "Then your not going to like what I have to tell you," he said. Their eyes meet and Mark grunted "what". "She's getting married next weekend. The Hideaway will be closed for her wedding." "What the fuck," Mark yelled as he turned around and threw the wrench at the wall. Countering on his friend he yelled, "Over my dead body! That little bitch won't marry again to anyone but me!"
After hearing about their near run-in with Mark, Charlie made sure that Cassie and Hank didn't work Friday and Saturday nights unless it was an emergency. And now, for the first time since she open the bar fifteen years ago, The Hideaway would be closed on a Saturday night. Cassie Anderson twirled around the dance floor with her new husband. She couldn't believe the difference in this wedding and her first.
Cassie hadn't known what to say when Hank had told her to "spare no expense" becasue he wanted her to have the wedding of her dreams. She thought of the ragged, second-hand dress she wore to the Justice of the Peace's house when she and Mark married. He had wanted to go as cheap as possible. And now, she wore a beautiful snow white dress with a train that looked a mile long. The train now drapped from her arm as she and Hank danced. "I love you," he whispered as he pulled her body close to his as the song ended. "I love you," she whispered back.
Cassie and Hank both heard the commotion at the front door at the same time. She watched in horror as a very drunk Mark Madison staggered in. Hank pushed her behind him, shielding her from Mark's sight. "Where's my wife," he yelled across the now quietened bar room. "I know she's here! Now where the hell is she?"
From around Hank, Cassie watched as T.J., Billy, Daniel, David, and Lee intercepted the five uninvited men walking into the bar. T.J., the cooler, said to them, "This is a private party, gentlemen. Didn't you see the sign on the door stateing that we are closed." Mark smiled his cockly little smile and said, "Well now..., you might say that we're friends of the bride. And we're hear to stop her from making a VERY big mistake." She watched as T.J. remained as cool as ever. "I don't see where Mrs. Anderson has made any mistakes," he calmly said, and then added, "except marry you." The fight was on then with Mark throwing the first punch.
"Get her out of here," Charlie told Hank, pushing them towards the back enterance that the men used as she dialed 911. "Take her out the back. Get on with your honeymoon. You've done cut the cake. Threw the bouquet and garter. Been riced down. Now get the hell out of here. We'll take care of these pieces of shit." Before she knew it, Cassie found herself in Hank's pickup, pulling out onto the highway. The sound of sirens heading toward The Hideaway grew louder as the police cars finally passed them and then pulled into the bar's parking lot.
Hank wrapped his arm around his new bride and pulled her close to him. "Don't worry about that, darling," he said as he drove. A little chuckle escaped him as he said, "I was ready to get you to the cabin anyway." He felt her relax against him. Thirty minutes later, they entered the large one room cabin that belonged to Lee. They all had agreed that it would be the safest place for them to go to for their honeymoon since very few people knew he owned it.
Hank laid the cell phone on the table and then turned away just as it rang. He held his breathe as he answered by saying, "Yeah." He stared at Cassie and smiled. "Thanks, T.J. We'll see you in a couple of days." "They arrested Mark and his buddies. We won't have to worry about them." He watched Cassie relax against the back of the couch. Damn was she beautiful in her snow white wedding gown. He stared at her as he sat down in the chair next to him and pulled off his cowboy boots. "Come here," he said as he patted his lap.
Hank craddled his wife in his arms. He smiled as Cassie took his lead and kicked of her white high heels. "You make me feel so safe, Mr. Anderson," she said as she nuzzled his cheek. "Good," he smiled. "But there's something else I'd like for you to feel, Mrs. Anderson." "Mrs. Anderson," she said smiling, "I like the sound of that." "Me too," he said; his lips lightly brushing hers before completely devouring them in a kiss.
Cassie smiled in the candle light as Hank stood behind her and slowly pulled the long zipper down her back. She felt his large strong hands as they pushed the silk and lace material from her shoulders. His hands roamed forwards over her breasts, continueing to push the material away from her body as they did. She heard herself moan as he paused long enough to massage her breasts before pushing the material past her stomach and hips. He rubbed his hands across her stomach. She remembered being relieved when she learned that she hadn't gotten pregnant after their first time together. But now, if it happened tonight, she would be overjoyed.
Cassie stepped out of her wedding gown that now laid on the floor. The only thing she now wore was the white corset with matching hooked stockings and a lacey white pair of bikini panties. She watched Hank wet his lips as he stared at her body. "God you beautiful, Cassie," he whispered. She in turn removed his cream colored, button up shirt. She ran her fingers through the soft black hair on his broad chest and then down his stomach to his black jeans. Slowly she undone the button and zipper. Hooking her fingers in both the underwear and jeans, she knelt down and pulled them down until he too stepped out of his clothes. She smiled as his hardened member sprang to life before her face.
Still knelt on the floor, Cassie took Hank's member into her hand and began to stroke him. His moans filled the air as she lightly squeezed as her hand moved on him. Placing her mouth over the top, she slowly twirled her tounge around the head as her hand continued to slowly move. "Cassie," he hissed as she did. "Ohhhh, Cassie."
She had never liked doing this for Mark, but Hank had let her take her time in learning how to please him. This was now one of Cassie's favorite areas of foreplay. She couldn't take all of him in her mouth, but he didn't care. He had showed her how to please him, and in turn, it pleased her. She felt his hand lightly stroke her head. "That's it Cassie," he moaned. She brought him close to climaxing before HE pulled back. She smiled as he panted heavily, trying to regain control of his body and breathing. "I want to cum in you, Mrs. Anderson," he said through gasping breathes.
Hank lead Cassie over to the oversized bed. He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her lightly. "I've never wanted to be with you as much as I do right now," he said almost demandingly. "Not even that first time did I desire you this much. I know what kind of passion you have in you and I want it desperately again." Even in the glow of the candles, he saw her blush.
Kneeling before her, Hank slowly removed Cassie's panties and ran his fingers through the soft brown curls before slipping a finger into her. He heard her gasp instantly. With his finger, he brought her to the edge of climaxing. Her hands grasped his shoulders, steadying herself. He felt her nails dig into his skin and she released them after her orgasm was complete. Her hands remained on his shoulders as she weaved back and forth. He knew that if she wasn't holding onto him, she would fall over.
Taking pity on his wife, Hank gathered her up in his arms before she fell onto the bed. Cassie wrapped her arms around his neck and softly kissed up it. He undone the snaps holding up her stockings and slowly rolled them off of her. Next he undone the buttons on her corset and tossed it aside. He kissed his way down her neck and to her breasts; taking each in turn, teasing and taunting them until they were harden peaks. He lightly grated his teeth across them, causing her gasp.
Cassie closed her eyes as Hank kissed his way down her stomach. She bucked and squealed with delight as he kissed the lips to the opening of her womanhood. "Hank," she gasped as his tongue slid into her opening; causing her to instantly cum. She was too busy trying to regain her breathing to notice that he now hoovered above her.
Cassie opened her steel blue eyes and stared into Hank's dark brown ones. "Anything wrong, darling," he asked with a smile on his face. "Nothing, my love," she answered through pants. "MMM," she moaned as he slipped into her. She bit her lower lip as he moved in her. It had been nearly a week since they had been together. He had insteaded on it, telling her that she would tighten up some before their wedding night. He had been right, because she felt him spreading her slightly.
"Oh, Cassie," Hank moaned as he moved deeper in her. Cassie gasped as she felt him bottom out in her. "Hank," she gasped; gripping his upper arms tightly as she came. She came several more times as he pushed her body over the edge. But he wasn't done yet. Wrapping her legs around his waist, he pulled her up with him and he left the bed. Pressing her body against the wall, he moved in her again. His breathing increased as did his rhythem and thrusting. His hands kneaded her bottom as he made love to his wife.
"Cassie. Cassie. Cassie," Hank panted as he pushed up in her. "Hank," Cassie screamed as they came together. She felt him give a few quick and small thrusts as he did. It was the first time since their first time together he had came in her without a condomn. She felt his cum as it released in her. The heat from it spread throughout her body.
Hank kissed Cassie deeply as he contiued to press her body against the wall. Both of them released their kiss only to fill their lungs with air and then resumed their kiss. He felt her hands as they rubbed up and down his back. Removing a hand from her bottom, he carassed her cheek and traced her jaw line with his finger. "I love you Mrs. Anderson," he said as he stared into her eyes. "And I love you, Mr. Anderson," she replied, stareing back into his.
Twice more, Hank made his wife feel like she was the only woman in the world. In return, Cassie made him the happiest man alive. The rest of the weekend was spent mostly indoors as clothes were not put back on until the time came for them to leave.
Upon entering The Hideaway that Monday, Hank and Cassie learned that Mark and two of his buddies had died in a car wreck after being released from jail Sunday morning. A semi had jack-knifed in front of them and Mark was unable to stop in time. Together they attended the funeral and paid their respects. Mark's parents apologized to her for the hell that their son had put her through. And they said that they were glad that she had found happiness finally. Cassie was relieved that she was free from Mark, but hated that it had came in this way.
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