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“I love you.” Oliver whispers the words against my lips when he breaks the kiss.
“I love you, too.”
We exit the church hand in hand to the whoops and catcalls of our friends, family, and Oliver’s coworkers. The reception will be held at the hotel where we will be staying for the night before flying out to Paris for the first stop of our honeymoon. A trip to all the cities we’d always said we’d visit together seemed like the perfect way to start our married life together.
Davis waits beside Scarlet, his precious Corvette, a smile on his face. “Hey big brother,” he says, tossing the keys to Oliver. “Don’t let anything happen to her, or you'll find yourself a widower.”
Oliver’s eyes widen at the threat, but I laugh off Davis’ words and pull him in for a hug. “Thank you.”
Finn, Tucker, and Henley join us by the car and I pull them in for a hug one by one. “I love you guys. Being your older brother is not easy sometimes, but I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Thank you for being here with me today.”
“I wish mom and dad could have been here too,” Finn says.
“Me too. I’m sure they are watching us right now. I can almost feel their happiness that Oliver and I finally made it legal.”
Tucker clears his throat. “What are we waiting on? Let’s get to the hotel. I could use a drink.”
Poor Tucker. After the whole mess of an article that Peter had written, Andrew asked for space, which means that Tucker is flying solo tonight. All of my brothers are actually. Davis refused to bring a date even after Oliver told him he had to, Finn was too immersed in his art to remember to ask someone, and Henley, well, I don’t think Henley has ever had a date. Not that it bothers him. Not that I can tell anyway. Maybe because Davis is here, I think, remembering what his gaming buddies had said about his feelings toward our grease monkey brother.
“You know, all of you will find that special someone one day. And I can’t wait until you experience the love and happiness that I’ve found with Oliver.”
“Gag me,” Davis mutters. “I’m out of here. See ya at the hotel.” He walks away toward the parking lot. Henley and Finn follow, pulling a morose Tucker behind them.
“Don’t worry about them too much, babe. They’ll find the one when it’s time. Besides, we have a reception to go to, and then I can get you all to myself for the night. They say your wedding night is the best part of the whole thing. And I can’t wait to have you beneath me.” Oliver winks, opening the passenger door for me. I roll my eyes as I slide on to my seat.
Oliver laughs as he rounds the car and climbs on to the driver’s seat. The drive is short and the atmosphere light and fun. Everyone is waiting when we arrive and for the next few hours, we are in a whirlwind of congratulations.
I’m watching Tucker as he checks his phone, as he has every thirty seconds. Exhaustion from the long day is beginning to weigh on me, but I can’t help being worried for him. “You think he’ll be okay?” I ask Oliver.
“Tucker will be fine. He just needs to let things play out. If Andrew isn’t man enough to be with him, then Tucker is better off.”
I nod with a yawn. Oliver is right.
“That’s it. We’re heading up to our room.” He sets down his glass of champagne and takes the one from my hand as well. “Come on.”
“But, what about everyone else?” I gesture at our guests, who are laughing and dancing, and generally having a good time.
“They’ll be fine.”
Oliver pulls me toward the hotel lobby where the elevators are. I manage to wave at my brothers and let them know we’re done for the night. They each gave a smile or nod of approval and it eases my mind.
Once we’re in our room, I see the wrapped painting Finn did. “Oh, I almost forgot. This is for you.” I hand Oliver the painting and sit on the bed.
“For me? But you always have Finn paint something that you can hang in the house.” His brows furrow as he sits beside me.
I watch in anticipation while he tears away the plain white paper wrapped around the artwork. Once the painting is fully revealed, the silence eats at me. “You don’t like it?”
“What? No. I love it. Thank you. Babe, it’s gorgeous.”
“I remember you said this scene was your favorite of that drama you were watching. After the main characters fought, then confessed their love for each other. You said it was romantic that their first kiss was outside with the twinkling lights of the city behind them and the rain pouring over them. I asked Finn if he could recreate that, but with our images in place of the actors.”
“Trenton, this is amazing. I love it. And I love you.”
Oliver sets the painting onto the floor beside the bed and pulls me into a kiss. His mouth devours mine, our tongues caressing. When we finally break apart for air, Oliver has maneuvered us so that I am beneath him.
“I need to make love to my husband,” he says, his eyes dark with lust as he looks down at me.
“Yes, please.” I pull at his clothes, trying to take them off as quickly as possible. Oliver laughs at my desperation and takes over, removing both his clothing and mine in a matter of seconds. I close my eyes and run my hands over his naked chest.
The wet sounds of lube indicate that Oliver is getting himself ready, and I let out a groan of need at the thought of him sliding inside me.
“Is this what you want?” Oliver asks as he presses the head of his cock against the puckered hole of my ass.
He teases me by circling over the sensitive skin there, then moving along my taint and back again. I try to force him inside, but he’s in control and just keeps up the teasing until I beg him to fuck me. It’s like his control snaps and the next second he pushes his cock past my rim a little too roughly. The burn from the force is overtaken by the pure ecstasy that flows through me as he begins to pound into me at just the right angle. The sex is quick and dirty, both of us finding our release at nearly the same time.
“God. I fucking love you Trenton Walsh.” Oliver kisses me and pulls out, his cum running down the crack of my ass. “I’ll be right back.”
Oliver retrieves a washcloth from the bathroom and cleans us both up before snuggling behind me. “I can’t believe I get to call you my husband. I am Oliver Walsh’s husband. I feel like I am dreaming.”
“It’s a dream come true. And I promise to make all of your dreams come true from this moment on.”
