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“Trust me. I know these things. You’re having twins. Let’s go. Gotta get you two hitched.”

By the time lunch rolled around there was a wedding in the grove with everyone present. When Marcel said, ‘I do,’ and Amy repeated, he bent and kissed her. Golden light and flakes floated around them like gold-covered confetti. Amy gripped his shoulders, hoping to hold him there, just in case.

But there was nothing to worry about. She pulled back, and he was there. Alive. Warm. His heart was beating faster than ever before.

“Told ‘ya,” said Irene, smiling at them. “It’s permanent. You found the love you were meant to have, and now it’s done. Congratulations.”

“We’re married,” he smiled. “I love you, wife.”

“I love you, husband. My savior. My angel,” she grinned. Matthew cleared his throat, winking at Marcel.

“Let’s go,” said Irene. “We got food ready. No talk of scammers today.”

“How did she know about that?” asked Amy. Marcel just chuckled, shaking his head.

“She knows more than anyone I know. Trust her.”

As the party began, Gaspar walked toward his father, smiling.

“Did you do that, Pops? Did you give them this gift?”

“Well, now, I can’t say I did, and I can’t say I didn’t. Marcel paid a long price of being betrayed, and he’s been loyal to our family, even in death. Amy’s own family helped him once upon a time. She’s as good as they come. They deserved a second chance together.” Gaspar stared at his father, always looking for something new, something he might have missed.

“I’m still your father, Gaspar,” smiled Matthew. “I’ll always be the man who taught you to tie knots and fish in the bayou. I’m your Pops.”

“Yes, you are,” he smiled, kissing his father’s temple. “Yes, you are.”

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Marcel was happy to spend the next few days alone with his wife in their cottage. He was married. Married and going to be a father. If Matthew was right, and he always was, they were going to be the proud parents of twins. She was everything he’d ever dreamed of for himself.

In his time, there were many beautiful women. Most were incredibly young and immature, wanting a man to totally take care of them. They wanted beautiful dresses and pretty baubles to wear. They didn’t work outside the home, nor did they desire to do so.

Amy was committed to her community, to helping others. She was educated and knowledgeable. And apparently, thanks to Charlie’s books, she was the most adventurous sexual being he could have possibly married. Every night was something new.

“Do all women wear so little to bed?” he said with a heavy breath as she walked out in a thong teddy.

“Actually,” she grinned, “I would prefer to wear nothing next to you in bed. Most men find this sexy, but if you don’t, I won’t wear it again.”

“I find it incredibly sexy, but I must tell you, I wish to rip it off your body. I will buy you as many as you like.”

He did rip it off with his teeth. She wore a simple silk gown the next night, and he tore it from her body as well. When Amy expressed a desire to taste him, to suck him, to lick every part of his manhood, Marcel almost couldn’t stand it. She teased and stroked, licked and sucked until his entire load was on her lips. It was perhaps the most erotic thing he’d ever seen a woman do.

That is until she brought out the magnificent toys designed to give them both pleasure. She carefully instructed him on their use and where to place them in or on her body. He could not have been more fascinated by her reactions.

“Do these please you as I do?” he asked.

“No. Not even close,” she smiled, kissing him. “But there will be times when you’re not here, and I need to feel the release, like a man. You stroke yourself, right?”

“Many times,” he laughed. “None since I’ve met you.”

“That’s what I mean,” she giggled. “When we’re together, we’ll always please one another, but if we’re apart, you stroke yourself, and I can use one of these wonderful little toys.”

“I like the thought of that far more than you with another man,” he growled.

“I would never choose to be with another man. Never. You’ve been my fantasy for years, Marcel. Seeing you, meeting you in person was so surreal, but obviously meant to be.”

When they emerged days later, there was little update on the events with the hackers and thieves. All of the cyber technology was strange to Marcel. He’d seen the computers working, but he was always standing behind the men, watching. He’d also seen the phones working, but he thought it was odd to send messages over the air. How in the world did that work?

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