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“Come on in” Champ calls out and you follow Jack into the conference room. Champ is sat at the end of the table and Agent Whiskey sits down next to him. Jack pats the seat next to him and you sit down, pulling out your tablet. “Need ya next to me darlin’” Jack winks and you fluster, looking down at your tablet. “How did the mission go Agent Whiskey?” Champ asks.
You sat down next to the handsome Statesman agent, trying not to let it get to you. Jack Daniels was a world renowned flirt, you had heard evidence of that too often in watching the glasses he wore. Able to hear everything that was said, especially coming out of the smooth talking cowboy’s mouth. You brought up the information on the mission and projected it on the screen for Jack to have a visual.
“Thanks honey” He pats your knee. Agent Whiskey stands up, pointing out various details of the mission from the visuals and you zoom in and out and change the visual for him when he needs it. “Well it looks like you did an excellent job Agent. No doubt thanks to your wonderful handler here” Champ winks at you and you fluster once more. “He does all the dangerous work. I just deal with the tech stuff” You shrug. “Nonsense. I couldn’t do anything without you” Jack scoffs as he sits down and flings his arm over the back of your chair, his fingers brushing your shoulder.
You flush and wave away the praise. “Please, you are the best agent in Statesman. You don’t need me.” You ignore the amused snort from Champ as your nerves dance under his fingertips. You couldn’t deny that you had a little (big) thing for Jack. But you know that despite his praise, he wasn’t interested in you. “Although you do need to eat more.” You comment, knowing that he had pushed himself during this mission and had skipped meals.
“You offerin’?” Jack winks at you and you nearly drop the tablet. “When are you two getting hitched?” Champ raises his eyebrows and you stammer, trying to give an answer that doesn’t incriminate your feelings. “I don’t know, boss. I don’t think an old cowboy like me could ever have such a pretty young thing like her. She knows me inside out and I doubt she wants me as her husband” Agent Whiskey scoffs.
You can’t help but snort at that. Despite his brash and sometimes uncouth persona as Agent Whiskey, the real Jack Daniels, the one who stayed late to finish paperwork and hated leaving any man behind on a mission, was definitely what you wanted. You look at Champ with a wry smile. “More like he makes assumptions where he shouldn’t and he doesn’t have those kinds of feelings for me.” You tell him, avoiding admitting your own.
“Nonsense” Champ shakes his head. “Have you heard this man talk about you? I have never seen a man more in love. He talks about you all the time” Champ scoffs. “You two just need to get married.” Agent Whiskey nods, silently agreeing before he speaks, “You are the one making assumptions now sweetheart. How do you know I’m not head over heels in love with you?” He asks, tilting his hat.
“Because you flirt with anything on two legs, and sometimes four.” You tell him, thinking about the way that he managed to charm the wild mare in the barns that were kept on Statesman distillery property. Within days, Jack had her following him around like a lovesick puppy. “I know when you flirt with me it doesn’t mean anything. It’s just - something you do.” You neglect to mention how you hate knowing that fact. “I’m your handler, nothing more.”
Jack frowns, hating how you think he doesn’t care for you as more than his handler. “Darlin’, you are so much more than that. You know this woman cooked me my favorite meal when I failed on my mission - remember a couple of months ago? She’s incredible and I’d be a fool to not want to marry her here and now” Jack tells you, reaching for your hand. “This ain’t exactly the best place or time to say this but I think Champ is right. We should get married” He says to you, his dark eyes focused on you.
You stare at him for a second before you decide to call his bluff. “Let’s go to Vegas then.” You tell him, clicking your tablet. “I can have the Statesman jet fueled up and ready to go in 20 minutes.” You glance over at Champ who is sporting a wide shit-eating grin. “That is, if Champ will let it be misappropriated for this.” You arch your eyebrow and wait for each one of them to start sputtering excuses.
“I think we can make an exception for such a joyous occasion” Champ nods, eyes sparkling with satisfaction that he can finally get you two together. “Jack?” You look up at the agent, waiting for him to laugh it off. “Let’s do it. We have our passports and social security cards. Let’s go get hitched darlin’” He winks at you and pulls you closer.
You nod, your mouth dry, still thinking this is some great joke that they will let you in on in just a few minutes. “Sure, let me go get my bag and we can leave.” You plant your hands on the table and look back and forth between the men, waiting for one of them to say something.
“Good. I’ll go get my bag. See you at the jet in ten minutes? We can buy outfits there” He tells you, “and rings” He adds. “Well that’s sorted then. Off to Vegas you two. Spend as much time as you need there and I’ll see you when you get back” Champ says, patting his hand on the table. “Come on then darlin’, let’s go” Jack stands up and holds his hand out.
You take his hand wordlessly, loving the way that his large, calloused palm felt against yours. He tugs you out of the conference room and towards the elevator that would take you down to the on-site rooms everyone kept. Were you really doing this? You looked at his profile as the elevator lowered, the smile on his face seeming genuine. “So, we’re doing this?” You ask breathlessly.
“Hell yes we are doing this sweetheart” He pulls you closer. “Do you really have no idea about how in love with you I am?” His eyes crinkle as he looks at you. “I thought it was pretty obvious this old fool was head over heels for you” He tilts his head.
You shake your head. “I’m just your handler, I didn’t think-“ You break off, taking a deep breath. “I guess I didn’t.” You wanted to tell him how you felt, that you were desperately in love with him, but you still wonder when he was going to start laughing and Tequila and Ginger jump out of some hiding spot to tell you they got you good.
“Unless you don’t feel the same?” His brow furrows. “In which case I sincerely apologize for assumin’. I should’ve declared my feelings before now but this cowboy was scared of the answer. I’d rather have you as my friend than nothing at all” He tells you.
Melted chocolate orbs begged you to tell him the truth as the elevator car door opened to the sleeping quarters. “I do feel the same.” You nod, smiling brightly. “Jack, I’ve loved you for awhile.”
“Thank God for that baby. My heart is thumping. Ready to get married, baby girl? Or do you and wait? I am ready but if you need more time…” He trails off, waiting for you to tell him you just want to date.
You shake your head, unwilling to give him a moment longer than you have to to change his mind. You lean in and kiss his smooth cheek before you rock back to look into his eyes. “You’re it for me.” You tell him quietly. “I’m going to get my bag to fly to Vegas to marry you.”
His answering smile is blinding as he nods slowly, absorbing your words. “That is…mighty fine news” Jack nods. “Well let’s not waste anymore time sweetheart. I want to marry you tonight” He winks and wraps his arm around your waist as he guides you to your room. Once you are outside, he gently pulls you closer. “See you back here in ten minutes baby girl” He says and leans down to nudge his nose with yours. “Can I kiss you honey?” He asks softly and you nod. He gently presses his lips to yours for a few seconds before he pulls away. “See you in ten” He says as he pulls away and winks, tilting his hat towards you before he strides down the hall to his quarters.
You rush into your room and start to grab things. You always kept a carryon packed and ready to go for those last minute missions where you were needed on the Statesman jet. Making sure you had your passport and social security card and license you hesitated before you went back to the dresser drawer and grabbed some lingerie you had bought a while back and never worn. Your stomach erupted in butterflies as you thought of wearing it for Jack tonight. You opened your door to find Jack about to lift his hand to knock. “Oh!”
“Good timing. You ready to go sweetheart?” He asks, his own bag at his feet and his eyes are soft as he looks at you. You nod, pulling your case along and adjusting your purse on your shoulder. “The jet is ready and quite frankly so am I. I- I have never felt like this about anyone before…not even my-” He cuts himself off and shakes his head. “Fuck, is it bad that I don’t feel guilty marrying you?” He frowns.
You bite your lip as you look at his conflicted expression. His wife. Of course he would think of the woman he lost so many years ago. Jack had told you about his high school sweetheart and the devastating effects of losing her and their baby in a robbery when she was weeks away from her due date. “Jack.” You stop and put your hand on his arm. “I think that it means you’re ready to move on. From what you’ve told me about her, she would have wanted you to find happiness, to find love again.” You tell him softly. “It doesn’t mean she’s not still inside here.” You reach up and tap his heart. “She’ll always be there.”
He stares at you for a second, dark eyes burning into yours, until he nods. “You’re right. She would’ve wanted me to be happy. I would’ve wanted the same if it was her. She - she will always be in my heart but I never want you to feel like you aren’t enough because you’re not her. It’s different. You are - I am so in love with you I think I am as crazy as a Betsy bug when you are around. She was a different woman and I’ll always love her but you’re my present and future. She is my past and she’ll always be there” He sighs sadly. “Enough sadness. Come on baby girl. Let’s go get married” He leans down to kiss your forehead and grabs your case after picking up his bag.
You trail after his long legged gait, his eagerness making you grin as you walk to the doors that will lead you to the Statesman jet. You grin when you see him bound up the stairs to the jet, reaching the landing at the top before he turns and motions for you to hurry up. “Come on, shake a leg darlin’!” He yells and disappears into the belly of the plane.
You follow him, excitement building up and you find him talking to the pilot, telling him about how you are heading off to get married. “About time” The pilot snorts. “I always wondered if you two were using the bedroom with the tension between you” Your mouth falls open and Jack chuckles. “Maybe on the way back. We can christen it as man and wife” He winks at you. “I’ll bring you some champagne over” The steward smiles and Jack tilts his hat. “Thank you” He grabs your hand. “Come on honey. Let’s sit down”
You sit in the plush leather seats in the main area, a treat since you were normally in the communication center, doing last minute checks on whatever mission you were flying to. This area was normally used by the agents to relax or impress some high profile connection. The steward brings over two flutes of champagne on a silver platter and you accept yours with a grateful smile. “Thank you.” You murmur and turn towards your fiancé.
“To us, baby girl. To many successful missions and an undoubtedly successful marriage” He grins before clinking his glass with yours. “It shouldn’t be too long to get to Vegas. Did you book a hotel? A suite obviously. Courtesy of Kingsman” He winks.
Your eyes widen. “Shit!” You hadn’t booked a hotel, convinced until about ten minutes ago that this wasn’t real. You shove your glass into Jack’s hand and dig through your purse for your ever present tablet. “A suite?” You ask, flipping through options.
“Yes. Only the best. Whatever you want darlin’” He leans down to kiss your head as you unlock your tablet. “Courtesy of Kingsman” He smirks. “We have been in enough shitty hotel rooms. Get something nice. With a jacuzzi. I want to fuck you in a jacuzzi” He winks.
You bite your lip as you imagine riding Jack in a jacuzzi full of hot water. The idea makes you squirm in your seat as you look at the opulent accommodations. “This one looks nice.” You tell him, booking a suite at Caesars Palace. You click the confirm button and giggle. “Done.”
“Good girl” He winks at you and sets his glass down. “I can’t believe this is happening. I- I didn’t even propose. I gotta change that” He shakes his head and stands up, kneeling in the aisle. He takes his hat off and grabs your hand.”l “Y/N, the voice in my ear. The woman who keeps my cowboy ass alive during missions. The most beautiful woman I know and the stars in my previously empty sky. Will you do this old cowboy the greatest honor of becoming his wife? Will you marry me darlin’?”
You nod frantically as tears spring up in your eyes. “Yes, yes, yes” You choke out brokenly and smile when he lunges up to press his lips to yours. Throwing your arms around him, you let your tongue slide along the seam of his chapped lip. Diving inside to tangle your tongue with his when he parts them.
He groans into your mouth and massages the nape of your neck with his fingers. He pulls away when the steward comes by to tell you you will be taking off in a few minutes. Jack blushes as he sits down in his seat and buckles his seatbelt. “I’m gonna get you a pretty ring.” He promises. “Do this right”
You shake your head. “I don’t need a ring, Jack.” You ignore the way his brow furrows. “I just want you.” You weren’t lying. You had never been the type to dream of expensive things or fancy weddings. The intimate, just the two of you eloping idea was your version of a dream wedding. You were used to being behind the scenes, shunning the spotlight.
“I want to get you a ring baby. Let everyone know you’re mine and I’m yours. Sick and tired of other agents flirting with you and a big ole rock will deter the bastards” He winks and holds your hand as the plane rallies down the runway before taking off. “I want you to move into my quarters too” He orders.
You scoff. “None of the other agents flirt with me. You are imagining things.” Sure, some of the other agents came to you rather than their own handlers, but that was because you were efficient and normally didn’t give them too much grief. “Anyway, are you sure you want to be around me all the time? In your ear during missions and then at home when it’s time for you to relax?” You ask.
“Honey. Those agents hover around you like flies to shit” He wrinkles his nose at his poor analogy. “I want those motherfuckers to know that you’re mine. As for you in my ear all the time, there’s nothing I’d love more. We talk business during missions and at home we talk dirty” He winks. “Plus I know some awfully effective ways of relaxin’” He assured you. “Now enough worrin’, let’s focus on getting married. I know a few places in Caesars we can go to find you a pretty dress and a tux this old man”
You smirk at the idea of seeing Jack in a tux. You always loved when he had to go to formal events. And this time you would get to strip it off of him. You lean back and think about the way that today had definitely turned out much differently than you anticipated. You took a sip of your champagne and smiled when his fingers tightened around yours reassuringly.
You discuss what you want to do in Vegas for the duration of the flight…most of Jack’s suggestions include the suite and you can’t help but shiver at the way his mustache tickles your ear as he tells you all the ways he’s dreamed about fucking you. You are dripping at this point. Aware of his well honed skills in the bedroom thanks to you being in his ear during various missions that involve him seducing the target. “I know our job is to complete the mission at any cost but…are you going to continue sleeping with targets?” You ask quietly and Jack shakes his head. “No darlin’, I spoke to Champ a while ago about my time as the seducer of the team coming to an end. It just felt wrong to try and seduce a target with the woman I love listening in. I told Champ to hand that honor to a younger agent. He agreed so I will be committed to our marriage…to you” He promises.
You sigh in relief. You hadn’t known how you would deal with having to share your husband that way. “Thank you.” You lean over and give him a lingering kiss that promises so much more. You wanted to be the only one that he used his skills on. You break off the kiss and pepper light kisses along his jaw until you reach his ear. “I brought some lingerie for tonight.” You whisper in his ear. “I bought it months ago thinking of you.”
“Shit baby. Now I really can’t wait to get married. I want to show you all of the ways I’ve jerked off thinking about fucking you” He growls, squeezing your knee. The pilot announces the plane will be landing shortly and Jack buckles his belt again. “I can’t wait to spend forever with you darlin’” He leans over and kisses your head as the plane descends into McCarran airport’s private runway.
You knew is bouncing with nervous energy by the time the plane finally taxis to a stop and the steward comes to open the door. You squeeze Jack’s hand and unclip your seatbelt and stand up. The luggage is waiting by the exit and the steward smiles at you, the pilots coming up behind. “Congratulations, Agent Whiskey has the cell number. Whenever you are ready to leave just let us know.” The pilot says jovially.
Whiskey winks at the pilot before taking your hand, guiding you the car Kingsman arranged when you booked the jet. The driver gets out and opens the truck to put your bags in it. Jack opens the door for you, letting you slide in before he gets in beside you and shuts the door. “Where to Agent Whiskey?” The driver asks as he gets into the driver’s seat. “Caesars Palace” Whiskey says, “we are getting hitched” “Congratulations. About time” The driver says, “you always speak about your lady there” Jack blushes, adjusting his hat and he brings your hand to his lips to place a soft kiss on the back of it.
“You talk about me?” You ask as you are whisked away from the airport. You love the soft blush that is riding across his cheeks, a far cry from his normal self assured brazenness.
“Sometimes” Jack murmurs, still flustered. You are about to tease him some more but you get distracted by the lights of the Las Vegas strip. Jack smiles, watching your eyes light up and he wants to make you look like that for the rest of his life. You are soon pulling up to Caesars Palace and the driver opens your door. “Here we are Soda” He smiles, addressing you by your code name. “Congratulations Mrs. Daniels” He winks once he has helped you out of the car. “Thank you” You smile and turn around, noticing how Jack is trying to wrestle his bag back from the Porter. “No I can carry my own possessions thank you very much” Jack tells the young man who looks at you. “We only have carry ons. We can manage” You smile and the man nods. You walk alongside Jack as you enter the hotel. “Tryin’ to take my bag…you have any idea what kind of weapons I have in here?” He asks and you pat his arm. “I know. I packed them”
You both walk over to the beautiful front desk. “Reservations for Daniels.” Jack says confidently after the clerk greets him. You marvel at the fact that he doesn’t greet her with a ‘Hello sugar’, like he would have in the past. His arm loops around your waist and he gives the clerk a happy grin. “We’re gettin’ married just as quick as we can.” The clerk looks up from the computer to eye the two of you before she smiles. “Congratulations.” She offers as she slides the packet with the keycards across the counter. “We are thrilled you chose Caesars Palace for your honeymoon.” Your cheeks heat up and you smile.
“And wedding night” Jack winks at you and slides his hand down to squeeze your ass. “Come on darlin’, let’s drop our bags off and we can go find some outfits” Jack reaches for your hand and pulls you along to the elevators. You let him guide you into the elevator and you are grateful for the fact that the carriage is empty when you wrap your arms around his neck, take his hat from his head and press your lips to his. He groans, gripping your hips to pull you closer and he slides his tongue along the seam of your lips. You happily tangle your tongue with his and he playfully squeezes your ass before pulling away when the elevator dings. “Damn baby girl…I can’t wait to get you under me” He smirks and picks up your bags.
You trail behind him down the hall to the correct door. Jack slides the keycard in and throws the door open. “Well darlin’, let’s inspect our love nest and then get to shopping.” He tips his hat at you and you walk into the suite, eyes widening when you take in the spectacular views of The Strip and the plush couch. Craning your neck you see an open door to a large, luxurious bed. And the bathroom definitely has a jacuzzi soaker in it. “What do you think, darlin’?” Jack’s arm goes around your waist and his lips press against your neck. “Will it do?” He mumbles against your skin. You nod. “I want you to fuck me against that big window the lights from the strip flashing, and I want to ride you on this couch. And I want you to fuck me in that big bed and in the jacuzzi.” Your dripping just thinking about all the ways you are going to ride your cowboy.
Jack growls into your neck and can’t help but grind his hardening cock against your ass. He desperately wants to strip you here and now but he wants to get hitched before he has the privilege of making love to his wife. “I swear to God baby girl, you are testin’ me. I want to strip you down, bend you over that fancy sofa and bury my tongue in what I don’t doubt is the prettiest pussy I’m ever gonna see in my life but first I want to call you my wife. Come on sweetheart, let’s go find an outfit before I lose the very light grip on my control” He kisses your neck before stepping away from you.
You shudder, both from his kiss and the feeling of what seems to be a very impressive semi against your ass. “Yes.” You take a deep breath and remind yourself that you came here to get married, not just have wild sex in this suite. He was being very sweet wanting to say your vows before you slept together. “We need to get out of here.” You grab your purse off the handle of the luggage and turn to him. “We need to find proper attire.” You grin. “I can’t wait to see you in the tux I’m going to rip off of you later.” You say with a wink and sail by his frozen figure to head to the door.
He shakes his head, reaching up to adjust his hat before reaching down to adjust his cock. He shudders and follows you out of the room, catching up to you just as the elevator arrives. “Now honey, I want you to pick whatever kinda dress you want. Casual, fancy…I’m payin’” He insists and offers you a stern look when you go to protest. “I want you to have the prettiest dress that you love before I rip it off of your body and ravage you” He leans down to whisper. You are about to respond when someone else gets on the elevator and Jack winks at you, brushing down the lapel of his jacket. When the elevator doors open, he grabs your hand and guides you towards the shopping area in the hotel. “I know a nice little boutique that might work for us. I used to get suits there during my early years as an agent” He tells you as he guides you along the faux street. “This is incredible” You sigh, looking up at the painted ceiling. “That’s nothing. I’ll take you to Italy one day baby girl…I don’t care much for wine but damn does Italy have some good grub” He chuckles and leads you into the store he knows.
You look around the posh store, taking in the gorgeous gowns that were on display. Bold and beautiful, they were designed to make the wearer feel like a Princess. You gasped and turned to find Jack watching you, an indulgent smile on his face as he nods at the display. “Go find something, baby girl.” A sales associate comes up to you and asks you what you are looking for. “Oh, I’m getting married today.” You tell her proudly, winking at Jack before letting the associate take you over to dresses she claims would be perfect.
Jack watches you for a second before walking over to the suits. A sales associate comes up to him and he gives her his measurements for a suit, knowing them off by heart for his undercover missions. The sales associate rushes off, finding him some options and you are trying on some dresses in the fitting room. Jack waits, shifting from one foot to the other until you round the corner and his jaw drops to the floor. “Darlin’…I- fuck me. You look - you look sensational” His dark eyes widen at as he takes in the sight of you in the gown you’d found.
You smile bashfully and look down at the gown that you had quickly fallen in love with. It was the stuff dreams are made of, and it fit you perfectly. “You like it?” You ask and Jack’s his head. “I don’t like it sweetheart, I love it.” You look at the sales associate. “I think this is the one.” You reach for the price tag that was discreetly hanging from the armpit and tut. “I didn’t even check the price - Oh my God! It’s $6000!” You shake your head and reach for the zipper. “I- no, I’ll find something else.”
“Fuck no” Jack shakes his head. “You are getting the dress you want. I am paying for it baby girl and if that’s what you like…that’s what you get. A lonely man like me hasn’t had much need for spendin’ money so let me buy my fiancé her wedding dress okay?” He says softly, walking over to rub your upper arms with his hands.
“Are you sure?” You feel guilty about him spending so much money on a dress you will wear once, but you nod. “Okay, yes, this is the dress.” You tell the associate again, and Jack presses his lips to your forehead. “Good girl.” He whispers. He turns when the other associate has several suits for him to inspect. “Go on, you need to find a suit that matches this dress.” You tease.
He nods, striding over to inspect the suits. “I would like to try that one on if I may?” He asks the woman who swoons at his accent but recovers, carrying the suit to the fitting rooms. “I’ll be right back sweetheart” He promises and heads off to try the suit on. He comes back a few minutes later, cowboy hat still on with the suit and he spins around. “Well, whatcha think honey?” He smirks at you.
You bite your lip. He looks like the suit was made for him. Perfectly cut to accentuate those broad shoulders and narrow waist. “You look good enough to eat, cowboy.” You walk over and smooth down the lapel of the jacket. “I love it, Jack. You look so handsome. And all mine.”
“All yours” He promises and turns to the sales associate. “We will take these” He tells her and she nods, pleased at the sale she just made. You and Jack both change back into your clothes and the sales associates wrap your dress and his suit up. You baulk at the total price but Jack offers you a look, telling you to not argue as he hands over his card. Once the outfits are wrapped, you and Jack walk out of the shop hand in hand. Jack walks along and frowns, realizing he has forgotten something. His eyes widen when he notices the jewelry shop. “Rings. We need to get rings sweetheart” He tells you, guiding you towards the store.
You take in the array of glittering stones and polished metals with appreciative eyes. Walking over to an impressive case, your eyes light up on a ring that is exactly what you would want, but it looks far too expensive. You quickly drift away from it to browse the other options the store has. Jack has just spent so much money on your dress, you don’t want to select an obscenely expensive ring as well.
Always the acute agent, Jack notices the way your eyes light up and he calls the eager jewelry salesman over and asks him to show him that ring while you browse the rest of the store. “Come over here baby girl” Jack calls and you walk over, eyes widening when you notice the ring you saw in the salesman’s hand. “You like this one baby?” Jack asks. “Yes but it’s too much, I-” “Take a look at it. I want you to love the ring I put on your finger” He insists and takes the ring from the salesman, sliding the ring on your finger.
Your eyes glisten at the sight of the ring on your finger, looking up into Jack’s loving expression you can’t help but agree. “It’s perfect.” You choke out, making him smile. “We need matching wedding bands to go with this ring.” Jack tells the sales associate, who scrambles off to get them. Jack leans over and kisses your knuckles. “In just a little while, I’m going to slide this ring on your finger for real, baby girl.” He promises with a pleased look in his eye. “You’ll be mine and I’ll be yours.”
You nod, tears in your eyes and the salesman comes over with the wedding bands. Jack quickly slides his on, admiring it and loving the weight on his finger. “Perfect” He tells the salesman after you try on the matching wedding band. “We will take them” The eager salesman rushes off to box the rings up and you nearly faint at the total. “Don’t worry darlin’, Champ pays me very well after being shot a few times” He winks at you. The salesman is horrified but schools his expression while you roll your eyes at the cowboy. Jack holds the bag with the rings and you both walk out. “Come on baby girl. Let’s go get washed up and get hitched” He winks at you.
Back in the hotel suite, you playfully shove Jack towards the second bedroom’s bath. “If you come into this bathroom with me, we both know we aren’t getting married right now.” You admonish. Jack gives you a pout but eventually nods. “You’re right darlin’, if I come in there with you, I’ll have you spread out for me on that counter to feast on.” You shiver at the image and breath out shakily. “Go.” You point at the door and clutch your toiletry bag to your chest so you don’t reach for him. You turn around and close the door to the bathroom and start to get ready for your wedding.
Jack spends extra care trimming his mustache and shaving his stubble. He puts on his suit and slicks back his hair, he doesn’t want to wear his signature cowboy hat for this occasion. It’s too important and he wants it to be special. Maybe later you can wear the hat for him. He smirks as he puts his dress shoes on and he makes his way out into the living room area, waiting for you to finish getting ready.
Smoothing down the front of your dress, you smile as you glance in the mirror. Your makeup and hair turned out better than you hoped and the overall effect looked amazing with the dress. Slipping on your heels, you open the door and walk out to the living room of the suite to find Jack staring out at The Strip, his broad shoulders looking delicious in the dark fabric of his tux. “Does my cowboy approve?” You ask, walking towards him with a shy smile.
Jack slowly turns around and he inhales sharply, his heart stopping as his dark eyes scan your body. “You- you look - you’re the prettiest damn thing I’ve ever seen. I’m one lucky son of a bitch to be marrying you sweetheart. You sure you want to get stuck with this old man?” He asks.
You scoff. “Old man. You have the energy of a man half your age. Besides,” You step closer and slide your hand up the jacket of his tux to rest over his thumping heart. “I want a man, not a boy. And I particularly want the one standing in front of me in this delicious looking outfit, like he’s waiting to marry me.” You want to kiss him, but you also want to save it for after you’ve said your vows, so you rock back on your heel and cup his cheek. “Last chance to change your mind.” You whisper.
He wants to surge forward and press his lips to yours but he also knows that if he kisses you, he won’t want to leave the suite. “Never” He promises. “Come on then darlin’, let’s go get married” He holds his arm out for you and guides you to the front door. He opens it for you and double checks it’s locked. Old habits die hard. He turns around and takes your arm again, leading you to the elevator. He can’t stop staring at you. You’re everything he’s dreamed of and more. So much more. The elevator dings and he proudly walks alongside you as you stride through the lobby, everyone turning to stare at the beautiful couple dressed like they are about to get married.
The car is waiting at the front of the hotel and the driver tips his head with admiration. “Agent Whiskey, you’ve scored way out of your league.” He comments. “Don’t I know it?” Jack agrees and bends down to help you gather your dress to get it in the car. “Madam you look beautiful.” The driver compliments as he opens the door. You give him a grateful smile, Jack is a little biased because of his feelings for you but the driver has no reason to compliment you. “Thank you.” You manage to get yourself in without messing up the dress and sigh in relief when Jack slides in beside you.
He immediately holds your hand, patting his suit jacket with the other to make sure he has the rings. He exhales in relief when he feels the box in his pocket. “Shit darlin’, did we even book the chapel?” His eyes widen, realizing his mistake and you chuckle, nodding your head. “Come on Jack, who are you talking to? You know I booked it on the way here. We are getting married at the Little Vegas Chapel” You tell him, “did you really doubt my skills?” You wink.
Jack huffs out a sigh of relief. “Forgive me for doubting you darlin’, I’m just eager to make sure this happens.” You open up your clutch and pull out your paper. “I’ve got my identification all right here and we have a chapel booked. Barring a natural disaster, I would say that in less than an hour’s time, I am going to be Mrs. Jack Daniels, and you are going to be a married man. I pity all the women who will be crying over that fact.” You tease.
He scoffs at that, “and the men? The agents at Kingsman are going to be heartbroken knowing that you are off the market. I am fucking grateful I don’t have to listen to them moon over you. You’re mine. I’m yours and in an hour it’s gonna be official. Then after that…I want to take you back to our suite. Remember what they say baby girl? Save a horse…ride a cowboy” He winks and squeezes your hand.
You shiver in anticipation of finally getting to experience Jack in your bed, something that you had been dreaming about since your first time as his handler. You admire the scenery as the car speeds towards the chapel and Jack never takes his hand off yours, rubbing his thumb over it soothingly. Quicker than you could have hoped, the car was stopping in front of the chapel with the neon pink sign. “I hope you aren’t too disappointed, I chose the regular package rather than being married by Elvis.” You joke as the driver hops out to come around the car and open the door.
Jack snorts as he opens his own door and he rushes around to help you out, gathering your dress. “I gotta admit I was lookin’ forward to humming along to ‘Burning Love’ but I’ll survive” He jokes, taking your hand once you are out of the car. “Congratulations” The driver says to you and Jack. “Thank you” You both reply before Jack leads you into the chapel. “Good evening, how may I help you?” The receptionist asks. “We are here to get hitched” Jack winks at you and the receptionist giggles, clearly enamored with your soon-to-be-husband. “Name?” She asks and Jack gives your last names. “Okay. Take a seat and we will call you in soon. What music would you like to walk down the aisle to?” She asks you.
You look over at Jack. “Would the traditional wedding march be too much, or would you like something different?” You ask him. It was his wedding just as much as it was yours and you want his input. You thank God that you weren’t planning a traditional wedding with the million details to decide, this was just perfect.
“Whatever you want sweetheart. The traditionalist in me wants the wedding march” He confesses. “Wedding march it is then” You tell her and she nods. You exhale shakily and Jack squeezes your hand, “you ready baby girl?” He asks and you nod, “yeah. I am more than ready. I am so excited” You admit. “Me too” He leans down to nudge his nose with yours. The officiant comes over before Jack can kiss you. “Skipping ahead on me here guys” He jokes. He introduces himself and asks if you’re ready. You give him your identifications and the marriage license you had gotten through your Kingsman connections. “Right. Everything is ready. Follow me Mr. Daniels, let’s go stand at the altar and allow your beautiful bride a grand entrance” The officiant tells Jack who squeezes your hand before heading off into the ceremony room. You stand outside, gathering your composure, nerves swirling in your stomach despite your certainty, and you inhale deeply as the music begins to play.
The doors open and you see the officiant and Jack waiting for you at the altar. Emotion wells up inside you at the sight and you know you will remember this moment forever. Ignoring the photographer, you start walking towards your groom, your eyes never leaving his as you notice them becoming a bit glassy. Carefully walking to the tune to make sure you don’t stumble, it seems to take forever for you to finally reach Jack and take his outstretched hand with yours. “Hi.” You whisper, grinning at him.
“Howdy” He winks playfully and sniffs, trying to hold off the tears before the vows even begin. The officiant begins speaking but neither you nor Jack are paying attention, too entranced with each other, until the officiant asks for your vows. Jack decides to go first. “Y/N, darlin’. I have been a lonely man, riddled by guilt and anger for so long but I met you and it made me work on being a better man. Having you guide me through our complicated, dangerous work, your voice in my ear…it has always been my guiding light. Then you as a person…you are the kindest, most beautiful, caring and damn right perfect person I’ve ever known. I don’t know what kind of things I’ve done to deserve you. To deserve you lovin’ an old fool like me, but I am forever grateful that you have chosen me to be your husband. I am ready after all the bullshit” Jack looks over at the officiant who nods, letting the curse words go, “that has happened to me and I am ready to begin our lives together. I am head over heels in love with you baby girl and I’ll be damned if I don’t spend every day until I die showing you how much I love you. My heart is yours. My body is yours. I am yours…lasso and all” He jokes.
You swallow, trying to fight back the tears at the beautiful and totally Jack vows. “Jack, you stole my heart from the moment you tipped your hat and winked at me.” You take a shuddering breath. “Despite your painful past, you are a beautiful soul, kind and generous to those that you care for. I know that your wife and son were lucky to have you and I know that they are still in your heart where they should be. I am grateful that it’s large enough to include me in it, because I know that my heart is in very capable hands with you. You continue to amaze me every day with your charm, wit, intelligence and modesty.” Both of you laugh at your little joke before you continue. “I love you completely and I will do so until eternity.”
Jack sniffs, tears welling in his eyes and he squeezes your hand. “Now for the rings” The officiant asks and Jack lets go of your hand to open his jacket, pulling out the box with the rings in it. He hands them to the officiant who asks Jack to hold your hand. “Repeat after me” He says and Jack nods. Jack says the vows and slides the ring onto your finger. He brings your hand to his lips and places a soft kiss on the skin above your ring. The officiant hands you your ring and you reach for Jack’s hand, your heart thumping.
You repeat your vow and slide Jack’s ring onto his finger, loving the gleam of the metal against his skin and look into his watery eyes, your own bright with unshed tears. The officiating intones. “By the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you, husband and wife.” You squeeze Jack’s hand as his smirk curls his lip in anticipation. “Mr. Daniels, you may now kiss your bride.” Immediately, you are swept up into Jack’s arms and crushed to his chest, his mouth slanting over yours in a passionate kiss while the photographer’s camera clicks behind you.
Jack reluctantly pulls away when the officiant clears his throat and you cup his cheek. “Mrs. Daniels” Jack repeats in awe. The photographer snaps shots as you walk down the aisle, Jack’s hand squeezing yours and one you exit the ceremony room, Jack pulls you into his arms for another kiss. “I love you baby girl” He murmurs against your lips and you pull away, beaming at him. “I can’t believe we did that. I’m so happy” You whisper to him. A few moments later, the photographer guides you to the best place to take photos.
You want to rush the photographer, eager to get back to the hotel suite with your new husband, but you know that both of you will want these photos later. You smile and pose with Jack, yelping when he sneaks his hand down from your waist to squeeze your ass playfully. “Jack!” You chide, smacking him lightly on the chest while you flush, the officiant and the photographer laughing while your husband shrugs it off with an unrepentant grin.
Once the photographer is finished, Jack pays for the ceremony and you take your marriage certificate. “Come on baby girl. I wanna make love to my wife” Jack growls in your ear as he guides you to the car. The driver gets out and grins at you both, “Congratulations Mr. and Mrs. Daniels.” He nods and Jack beams at your new name. Soon enough, you are in the car and driving back to the hotel, Jack’s hand in yours as he admires the way your rings glisten under the bright lights that pass by. “Can’t wait to strip you out of that dress darlin’.” Jack whispers in your ear. “Been dreamin’ about you for far too long. Wonderin’ what you taste like”
You shiver, and turn to press your lips to his. “I want to see how you look, completely wrecked when your cock is in my mouth.” You say quietly against his lips. “Will you be a talker, loud and expressive?” Jack’s eyes darken and he grips your waist tight. “Or are you a heavy breather? Grunts and groans and can barely string two words together?” You run your finger along his jaw, feeling him clenching his teeth together as his nostrils flare. “Have you thought about that? Me on my knees looking up at you while you’re using my mouth? I have.”
“Fuck yes I have. Far too often. Think about it during the shower” He confesses into your ear. “The same way I think about bending you over your desk at HQ, makin’ you scream my name for every fucker to hear” He confesses. The car pulls up to the hotel and before he gets out, Jack runs his tongue along the shell of your ear before whispering, “and just so you know, I’m a talker” He reveals, shuffling along the seat to get out of the car and rounding the back to help you out.
You bite your lip in anticipation as you both walk through the doors and every head in the lobby turns towards you. Jack lifts his head proudly and walks you towards the elevators with a spring in his step. You can see that he is bursting with pride to have you beside him. When you are finally in the car, there is a nice older couple with you, much to your disappointment. You had hoped to kiss your husband. “You look so lovely.” The old woman says, patting Jack’s arm and smiling at you. “It’s so nice to see young folks dressed up nowadays.” Jack gives her a charming smile. “Thank you, madam. This gorgeous little lady just made me the happiest man alive by marrying me.” He tells her, squeezing your hand affectionately. The old man and woman exclaim and she looks at her husband in delight. “You two will be so happy together. I’ve been with my Fred here for 67 years.” She says, patting the old man’s chest as he chuckles with pride.
“I still remember our wedding day like it was yesterday…and wedding night” Fred chuckles and his wife slaps his chest, a teasing smile on her face. Jack winks at you as he says, “I’m hoping to make ours memorable too. Y’all have a good night” He says as the couple arrive at their floor and exit the elevator with another congratulations. Jack is immediately pushing you back against the mirrored wall, his lips pressed against yours and his hands caress your sides. He groans into your mouth when the elevator dings before he can really get started. “Damn” He huffs before taking your head to lead you to the suite.
You snicker at him. “Just think, when we get into the room, we don’t have to leave again until we are ready to go back home.” You remind him. “We’ll get room service and eat naked between lovemaking.” Jack growls and hurries down the hall just a bit fast, fumbling for the room key while he is walking. Card in hand by the time he reaches the door, he opens it quickly and stops, blocking you from entering the suite. “Jack.” You start to protest but he tuts and puts his finger over your lips to quiet you. “Hush baby girl. It’s our wedding day and I’m going to carry you over the throne.” He says before he bends down and quickly sweeps you up into his arms with the tiniest grunt and grins when he presses his lips to your. “It’s not home, but it’ll do for now.” He teases as he carries you into the hotel suite, letting the door swing shut behind you.
He sets you down in the living room. His dark eyes burn into yours when you look at him and he cups your cheeks in his hands, the cool metal of his ring pressing against your skin. “How the fuck did I get so damn lucky?” He sighs, leaning down to press his forehead to yours. “I love you baby girl. I want to make love to you but first…I think we need some champagne” He says as he drops his hands from your face and walks over to the phone to order room service.
You know that he’s trying to make this romantic, and you fall a little bit more in love with him for it. While he murmurs into the phone, you turn on the tv and select a music channel, soft romantic music streaming from the speakers and you leave it there and walk over to your new husband as he sets the phone down. “Why did you want to order champagne?” You ask, knowing the answer, but wanting to hear it from him.
“This isn’t some fuck, baby girl. You’re my wife. There’s plenty of time to be fucking you against the door or on the sofa but for now…I want us to take our time. Savor each other. This is our wedding night” He says as he leans down to brush your lips with him. He guides you over to the sofa. “I know I have a reputation but darlin’, you’re special. You’re it for me and I want this to be a special night” He says as he lifts your hand to his lips.
You smile and put your hand on his shoulder. “Dance with me Jack.” You ask. “All those times you went to formal functions, I wished that I were there, dancing with you.” You had heard the music through his glasses and seen the lively ballrooms, always wishing that at least once you could be in the charming cowboy’s arms, swaying to the music.
He nods, taking your hand on his shoulder in his before he stands up. “Come on honey. Let’s dance” He says as he helps you stand up. He wraps his arm around your waist while yours settles on his shoulder once more. He holds your hand in his as he sways you to the music. “I wished you could be there with me too” He confesses softly, nudging his nose along your cheek. “Always dreamin’ about seeing you in a pretty dress, dancin’ with this old cowboy. Looks like my dream came true” He kisses your cheek before leaning back to look at you.
“You are not old Jack Daniels.” You chide him. “Not a thread of silver in this hair.” Lifting your hand, you card through his locks and give him a soft, adoring look. “You’re my cowboy.” You tell him, and he nods. “Yes, darlin’, I certainly am.” You lean in and press your lips to his as the music plays in the background and he continues to lead you around the large living room in a slow, sweet dance. Your first dance as man and wife. Only when the song changes does Jack break the kiss and pull back, grinning before he dips you down quickly and pulls you back up into his arms. “Oh!” You cry out, a bit startled from the sudden movement, but you know you are safe in his hands.
He can’t help but chuckle at your cry and he brushes his lips with yours once more. There’s a knock on the door and Jack reluctantly lets go of you to head over and open it. The hotel employee walks in with the cart and Jack pulls his wallet out to tip him after he opens and pours the champagne. Your eyes widen at the strawberries and cake he had arranged while you were finding some music and he winks at you as he hands you a glass. “To a wonderful life together Mrs. Daniels.” He clicks his glass with yours before taking a sip.
The bubbles from the champagne explode on your tongue and you hum your approval as you take a sip. “Delicious.” Jack plucks a plump red berry from the tray and holds it up to your lips. “Try it with this darlin’.” He watches with hot eyes as you open your mouth and wrap your lips around the berry before taking a bite, the flavor of the champagne still on your tongue. You moan at the combination and Jack sets his flute down and draws you close. “Let me try.” He murmurs before his tongue dips into your mouth to tangle with yours.
You blindly set the glass down on the cart and reach up to tangle your fingers in Jack’s perfectly styled hair. He groans into your mouth and pulls you even closer, his hardening cock pressing against your hip. He kisses along your jaw to your ear and he licks along the shell before whispering to you. “Come on honey. Let’s go to bed” He kisses below your ear and takes your hand, guiding you to the bedroom. After you enter, you ask him to help you unzip your dress and he willingly follows your order, kissing your shoulders and every inch that is exposed as he pulls the zipper down. You let the dress fall to the floor and he groans, his dark eyes taking in the lacy lingerie set. “Goddamn darlin’, you are gonna be the death of me…but what a fuckin’ fine way to go” He growls while he spins you around, his hands digging into your waist.
You whine when he pulls you against his hard cock. “Jack.” You reach for the button of his tuxedo jacket. “Take your clothes off.” You beg, pushing your hand up his chest and under the material of the jacket to push it off his shoulders. He lets it fall to the floor alongside your dress, paying no mind to the costly garments laying in a crumpled heap. Reaching up you untie his bow tie as Jack trails his hands up and down your figure, mapping your body.
Jack makes quick work of undoing his shirt and cummerbund after reluctantly removing his hands from your body. He unbuttons his pants and kicks off his shoes, nearly falling over when he bends down to tear off his socks. “Ain’t funny darlin’, nearly fell over and then who would’ve consummated our marriage if I was knocked out?” He jokes, walking you backwards towards the bed. “I could’ve asked the valet” You tease and Jack growls, lifting you up onto the mattress. “No one gets to have you except me” He kisses your ankle after shuffling back down the bed. You nod, “just you.” You promise him with a sigh as he kisses up your leg before switching to the other, repeating the action.
You writhe impatiently on the bed while he takes his sweet time trailing his lips along your thighs. Teasing you, and you can see the laughter in his eyes every time he looks up at you under his lashes. “Patience darlin’” He admonishes. “We’ve got forever.” He emphasizes his rebuke by nipping at the sensitive flesh of your thigh and making you gasp. He nudges your leg further apart with his shoulder and looks down at the damp lacy panties that covers you.
He leans down and presses a soft kiss to your covered clit, making you whine, and he chuckles as he continues kissing up your body. He licks along the swell of your breast and you arch your back to along him to remove the matching lacy bra. “Goddamn” He grunts, leaning down to take a nipple in his mouth after tossing your bra across the room. You whimper when he bites down softly and he smirks against your skin, switching to your other breast. He makes sure both nipples are hard, placing a gentle kiss on each before slithering back down your body. He hooks his fingers in your panties and tugs them down, tossing them over his shoulder. Jack groans when he places your legs over his shoulder and he finally get to look at your pussy. “Fuck me sideways baby girl. I dreamed about this pretty little cunt but I did not do it justice. Goddamn prettiest sight I’ve ever seen” He coos then flattens his tongue through your folds, flicking your clit. “And I want to eat you out for my breakfast every mornin’…breakfast of champions that is” He sighs before burying his face in your cunt.
You cry out at the talented tongue wreaking havoc on your clit. Everything you had ever imagined about Jack’s talent was true and yet so severely underestimated. He licked through your folds, seemingly finding every nerve that made you whimper. Bringing a hand up to circle your entrance with two thick fingers teasingly while he ran his tongue up and down your outer lips, avoiding your clit until you grabbed his hair. Chuckling he sinks his fingers into you, burying them to the knuckle and curling up. “Jack!” Your back arches off the bed and your heels dig into his back as you grind down on his face. He moans into your cunt and flicks his tongue against your clit rapidly until you sob out his name again.
He sucks on your clit like one of those hard boiled candies he always has in his office and your back arches, your fingers pulling on his hair as he sends you over the edge with his fingers and his mouth. “Fuck Jack” You moan and he continues sucking until you push him away. He removes his fingers and sucks on the digits with a satisfied moan at the tangy taste of your cum. “Goddamn baby girl. You are incredible” He sighs in awe and you can’t help but smile, a little dazed. He kisses up your body and presses his lips to yours, tongue tangling so you taste your own juices. “My turn cowboy” You say after he pulls back and you move to push him but he shakes his head. “Later. Let me make love to my wife”
He pushes off the bed and shucks his underwear, his cock proudly springing up. Red and leaking with desire, you can’t help but moan in appreciation of the girthy length that would soon be inside you. “Like what you see, darlin’?” Jack smirks as he crawls back into the bed and moves closer, his cock bobbing heavily between his legs. “Fuck yes.” You blurt out. “I can’t wait to have it in my mouth.” He hisses as he wraps his hand around the base and looks down at your blissed out form. “You will baby, but first, we are going to consummate this marriage.” Kneeling between your thighs, he strokes his cock over your drenched folds, smearing your cum on the tip. He leans over and braces his weight on one arm as he notches his cock at your entrance. Ducking down, he presses his lips to yours as he slowly rolls his hips, sheathing himself inside you in a smooth, fluid stroke.
You cry into his mouth, unable to believe that Jack is your husband and he’s making love to you. He kisses along your jaw as he slowly rocks his hips, grinding into you. “Love you so much baby girl” He gasps into your neck, his hand gripping your thigh as he rolls his hips, grinding his pelvis into your clit. You moan and clench around him, still sensitive from your recent orgasm, and he sucks a mark onto your neck. You caress his shoulders, his back, anything you can as his cock twitches inside of you, and you close your eyes. You feel the coil in your stomach tighten and he notices how your walls flutter around him. “Cum for me darlin’, cum for your husband” He murmurs into your skin. You moan his name as you cum, walls gripping his cock in a vice while he tries to fuck you through your high. “Jesus Christ you are…I will never get tired of seeing you cum baby girl” He promises, picking up the pace after you relax.
He slides his hands under your ass, fingers digging in for purchase as he thrusts into you. Low grunts coming from his chest every time he fills you and you can tell that he’s slowly starting to lose control. You wrap your legs around him and moan as he slides in just a bit deeper. “Cum for me Jack. I want to feel my husband fill me with his seed.” His hips stutter and he presses his lips to your neck, crying out your name as he paints your walls with his cum. Slowing his thrusts to a gentle rhythm, he rides out his release until he gives a shuddering breath. “Holy - fuck, baby girl, I’m gonna need a minute.” He pants, his weight settling on you more solidly as he relaxes and you feel his back quake under your fingertips. “That was -“ He takes another deep breath. “absolutely amazing. Better than I had ever imagined.” He pulls back and looks down at you with tender reverence. “I love you darlin’.” He whispers softly.
“I love you too” You kiss his jaw and he rolls onto his side, taking you with him with his softening cock still inside of you. “I can’t believe we didn’t even know how the other felt this morning and now we are married” You say, tracing patterns on his chest. “I know. It’s crazy but I am sure glad you said yes. I mean it, baby girl. You are my everything. I have been meaning to ask though…what do you want to do next? Do you want to continue working at Kingsman? I am happy to hang up my cowboy hat. Settle down somewhere quiet and…have a couple of kids if you want that” He tells you. softly.
Your eyes widen at that. You had never thought of Jack ever having children after losing his family before. His bitterness and rage always made you think he had sworn off the idea. “Do - do you want kids, Jack?” You prop up on his chest and look down at him, your eyes compassionate and loving. “I understand if you don’t. I wouldn’t want you to - to have to make yourself do that because you think it’s what would make me happy.” You hadn’t thought about leaving Kingsman before, always content with your position as his handler. “What do you see for our future?” You ask, cupping his cheek.
“I’ve been thinking about it…a lot. Even before today. I have worked for Kingsman for twenty years and I- I am ready to leave. I will forever love my son even though I never got to meet him but I am certain that he and his mother would want me to be happy. Now, I won’t lie to ya. I am gonna be a paranoid son of a bitch if you are pregnant, I will annoy the shit out of you, but I think if I can learn some coping mechanisms from the counsellor, I will be fine. I want a child with you honey. You’re the only one I could ever imagine it with. I want a little house with a massive backyard. Our kids chasing a dog. If money is a concern, I have a lot of it saved up. Enough to buy a nice house and live on but if you want to continue working for Kingsman, I fully support that too. If you don’t want kids, I understand. I am in your hands baby girl” He kisses your forehead.
Your heart swells with love for the loving, compassionate man that you had married. “I would like to keep working for a little while longer.” You admit. “But I love the idea of a house and kids and a dog. Maybe you could be a stay at home dad for a while?” You smile at the idea of Jack staying home with the kids, something that anyone who knew his persona would never dream of doing. “Champ has been asking me to take on more of the analytics. The only reason I hadn’t accepted it was because it would mean I couldn’t be your handler anymore.” Jack raised his eyebrows at that, it being the first he’s heard of it. “And as long as I have a secured link to the system, I can work from anywhere.”
“Well darlin’, I think we have a plan. Let’s take it one day at a time. We have plenty of time to plan the future but it’s nice to know we are on the same page. I gotta say I wouldn’t mind relaxin’ and being a stay at home dad” You chuckle at that. “Not sure it would be relaxing babe” You pat his chest and he pouts, “I can wrangle the world’s top criminals, I think I could handle our children” He says indignantly and you giggle. “Of course. My strong cowboy” Jack growls and shifts so you are on his chest, his cock twitching inside of you as he begins to harden again. “I still have to meet your parents. Are they gonna kill me for marryin’ their daughter without permission?” He bites his lip.
You shake your head. “My parents have known all about my feelings for you.” You admit. They may not know exactly what you did for a living, no one outside of Kingsman did, but they knew you were in love with a coworker. You had told them as much as you could about Jack and your mother and father had agreed that he seemed like the type of man that would be perfect for you. You hadn’t even embellished, you had pointed out his flaws and didn’t gloss over them. “We can always go visit them and tell them in person and you can ask for their blessing.” You offer, knowing that your parents would love for you to visit them and would welcome Jack with open arms. You roll your hips slightly and grin when he hisses and digs his fingers into your skin.
“I would like to ask for their blessing. I’m an old fashioned man. That sounds good baby girl. Now…are you gonna ride your cowboy?” He smacks your ass, hardening even more inside of you.
Leaning back you give him a smug look, teasing him with his own line. “Are you sure an old man like you can handle it?” You bite your lip as you lift an eyebrow at him. Jack snorts and smacks your ass again, making you clench around him at the stinging contact of his palm. “Show me what you’ve got, Cowgirl.” He taunts. You brace your hands on his chest and start to move, Jack’s hands coming up to greedily cup your tits and he massages them in his palms. Rocking your hips, you start swiveling them, writing letters with your hips and you love when you see his mouth fall open and a low moan comes from his chest.
“Goddamn we should’ve done this sooner” He groans, dark eyes focused on your movements and they flick down to watch where you are joined. A low growl coming from his throat as he watches your pussy take him over and over again. You bounce on his cock, impatient to cum again and he grips your hip with one hand, rubbing your clit with the other and your answering whine makes Jack buck up into you. He shifts so his feet are braced on the bed so he can thrust up into you, sending him deeper than before. You can’t do anything except hold on, nails digging in his chest as he begs you to cum. You follow his order, gushing around him so much it drips down his balls onto the sheets. “Shit baby girl. That’s it” He grunts, fucking you through your orgasm.
Panting, you collapse against his chest. You turn your head and start kissing his jaw while he wraps his arms around you and thrusts up into you with hard, desperate strokes. Eager to find his own release. “Cum for me baby.” You murmur, tightening down on him and loving the shudder that runs through his body at the way you squeeze him. “Cum, husband.” You beg, wanting to feel him fill you again. He pushes you down on his cock as he lifts his hips, a low whine leaving his lips as he stills inside you, cock twitching as he fills you again.
He strokes your back as he comes down from his high. His warm breath puffs against your neck as he tenderly kisses you. “I’m a lucky son of a bitch” He chuckles breathlessly. “I can’t wait to spend the rest of my life with you” He sighs.
You hum your agreement. You wouldn’t trade where you were right now for anything else in the world. “I’m lucky too.” You look up at him and cup his cheek lovingly. “There is no one I would rather spend the rest of my life with than you. And we are going to have a perfect life.” You declare, not even accepting the possibility of anything else. “In 67 years we will be like that couple on the elevator.”
“I don’t think I’m gonna be over one hundred years old honey” He snorts and kisses your palm. “I’ll try damn hard to make it though. For you” He promises, smiling softly.
You look at your husband, happiness and love welling up inside of you. “I’ll hold you to it cowboy. But for now, I need to you feed me some wedding cake and build up so energy so you can fuck me against that window like I want.” You smirk and lean down to kiss his lips. “I really love being Mrs. Jack Daniels.” You whisper.
“I really love that you really love being Mrs. Daniels” He winks. “Come on honey. Let’s clean up. Eat cake and get dirty again” He says as he smacks your ass, groaning when you pull off of him and his cum drips onto the sheets below. “And I’ll call housekeeping for new sheets” He nods.
You give him a mischievous look. “You plan on calling housekeeping every time?” You ask, walking towards the bathroom naked. “I hope you plan on tipping them really well, Mr. Daniels, because we will be calling them a lot.”
“Maybe we can switch beds each time so we don’t have to stop while they change the sheets?” He suggests. “If not, I have my wallet baby girl and I’ll pay them every time if it means I get to watch my cum drip out of that pretty little pussy”
You turn around at the bathroom door, leaning against it and smirk at him. “Or we could see just how dirty we can get the sheets by the time we leave and sleep in the other bed.” You counter. “I want to see how many times you can ride, cowboy.” You wink at him and push off the frame. “Come on Daddy, I think that tub is calling our names.” You toss out teasingly.
He lets out a choked groan at your new nickname. “Fuckin’ hell baby girl. You can’t go callin’ me that out of the blue. I need some time to recover but once I do, I want you to be screamin’ out that little nickname” He growls. “Come on. Let’s soak and maybe you can ride Daddy in the tub” He smacks your ass.
You grin as you bend down to turn the ornate handles of the tub, knowing that Jack’s gaze is centered on your exposed pussy dripping his cum. Especially from the low groan he gives behind you. It would be four days later before you finally boarded the plane back to Statesman headquarters, Jack having succeeded in fucking you on every surface of that suite and against the windows as you looked at the lights on The Strip. Both of you were exhausted, yet full of energy, ready to start your life together.