Page 111 of Changing Lanes

“Awe, congratulations.” Thayer kisses me as I continue to cry.

“Thank you, for all your help. The flowers are perfect.” I hug her.

“It was perfect,” Lea tells me as we hug. Maisyn and Lachlan congratulate us also.

Brannon lays his hand on the small of my back when he sees my parents’ approach. His hand on Andi’s shoulder, he’s so protective of us both. My stomach twists in knots.

“Torrence. Brannon.” My father offers his hand, and Brannon takes it in dismay. “Thank you for allowing us to be here.”

“Why the sudden change?” Brannon asks, being protective.

“Don’t you think it’s time for change?” he says. “Sometimes, you just need a good kick to make you open your eyes. That and I don’t think anyone has ever talked to me the way you both did. I deserved it. To think, I lost a grandson and could’ve lost you.” His eyes team with tears,

e continues. “I must admit my shortcomings regarding my daughter over the years. And then with Brannon, I’ve treated you both reprehensible I’m so sorry, I ask your forgiveness.” We nod as I lean into Brannon. “You both have treated me with respect I didn’t deserve, and I thank you. You’ve taught me great lessons; love comes in many shapes and forms, usually not as you suspect it. Change often comes by surprise, and how you handle those changes, can define you. If you’re lucky, change will find you wrapped in love, where you can handle anything that comes at you.”

“Torrie loves us both, I know this means the world to her. Thank you.” Brannon says to him as he nods.

“And Greta threatened to leave me.” He kneels in front of us. “And whom might you be?”

“I’m Andi, this is my dad and my momma Torrie,” Andi says to my father.

“Your momma Torrie is breathtaking and so are you.” He tweaks her nose.

“Who are you?” she asks him. He reaches for my mother’s hand.

“We are Momma Torrie’s parents’, your grandparents’ if you’ll have us?” My father smiles.

Andi crooks her finger at him and he leans in. “I will have you.” She wraps her arms around my father’s neck, knocking him off balance. Good.

“You’re beautiful. Brannon, finally,” my mother says as she hugs and kisses us both.

Brannon stands silent. “Are you okay?” I whisper as we watch Andi in my father’s arms, my parents’ talking to his mom.

“How did you do all of this?” He shakes his head as he looks at me in awe.

“All these people love us. It may have just about killed you and me to get them to this point, but here we are,” I tell him as I hold him tight.

“Excuse me, I need to get Brannon’s signature,” the minister says.

“Oh, yeah. We had to tweak the marriage license.” I shrug. “I didn’t want you to find out, so One helped at city hall until we could get your signature.” I smile at him as he takes the paper in his hands.

“I’m glad you did.” He glances up at me, grinning as he signs the paper.

The party lasts well into the night, slowly breaking up around one in the morning. Leaving Brannon and me slow dancing in the barn. His eyes gleaming in the lights, his smile brighter than the sun. I stroke his beard as he sways us back and forth. Like a dream, we stand here lost in one another.

“So, does this wedding include a honeymoon?” Brannon cocks his brow in question.

“It does but it’s a little different than most.” I smile as I take him by the hand, leading him to the loft.

Fresh straw is laid out with heavy blankets and throw pillows as we crawl over the last rung of the ladder. Brannon’s face alights with happiness. “You thought of everything, didn’t you?”

“Oh, I tried,” I say as his mouth lands on mine. He slowly unzips my dress as our mouths explore one another’s. His hands, pushing the dress down over my breasts as his mouth moves to them. I work his buttons on his shirt loose, finally giving up. We undress quickly, as if we’ve never done this before.

Laying me back, his body covers mine as he takes over. Crashing into my mouth, his tongue fights with mine in a seductive dance of love and lust.

Then his lips press into my cheek, trailing down to my shoulder and to the swell of my breast. Sweeping his tongue over my nipple, I buck off the straw.

He smiles, biting down on my hard tip. Spreading my legs, he settles between them. Kissing down the middle of my body, he squeezes my breast as his mouth finds my pussy. He licks slowly as he builds my orgasm. Sucking my clit into his mouth, he flicks his tongue over it.