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“Open bar,” Ashton agreed, which had all five men hurtling toward the bartender.
“Sorry,” Ashton said, though his eyes were sparkling and he was even happier than he'd been five minutes ago, if that’s even possible.
“Don’t you apologize,” I chastised. “I’m so glad they came! As soon as we’re done here, I’m going to go talk to the girls and you need to catch up with the guys.”
“Let’s just not mix the two, Heather will break all of their hearts,” Ashton said with a wiggle of his brows.
“Now that you mention it, maybe I will…”
He rolled those beautiful olive eyes, then let the softest smile turn the corner of his lips.
“I fucking love you, Freya. I’m glad I married you.”
“I’m glad I married you, too,” I agreed, pressing a long, languorous kiss to his lips. “Now, go, and as soon as you’ve visited with everyone, I get you to myself.”
“You think we can leave while the party’s still bopping?” he asked, holding me tighter.
“I know so. Who’s going to be mad? I love my husband and I want a good dicking. You only get one wedding night fuck.”
“One?” he seemed confused. “Damn, and I was ready to go all night long. Even borrowed one of those little blue pills from your dad.”
I gagged as he laughed, then accepted his eager kiss all over again. Yeah, this was going to be the best day of my life. It’d have good competition though, because my life was going to be amazing as long as Ash was in it.
If he’s a lucky bastard, then I’m a damn lucky bitch.
Ashton
“Joseph, huh?” Freya asked as we let ourselves into our hotel room.
We could’ve gone home, but why not spice it up a little with a stupid expensive room? Besides, that just meant that we didn’t have to clean the sheets.
“Yep,” I agreed, refusing to let the origins of my middle name ruin our night. “My mom thought it was a good idea to name me after my dad. I’m glad she only settled for using it as a middle name, otherwise I’d have changed it years ago.”
“You think we’ll give our son the middle name Joseph?” she asked, curious and sweet, but she had no idea the extent of nope that was running through my head.
“Nah. We’ll get creative. Besides, all our ten kids will need middle names. Can’t just give one of them my name.”
“Ten?” She barked a laugh. “Who the hell said anything about ten kids? You’ll be lucky to get three or four!”
“I can live with three or four,” I decided. “When should we start?”
She paused and grabbed my arm, pausing me in the entrance of our room. “Don’t you even think about it, buster. Keep those little swimmers to yourself.”
I busted out in laughter, gripping her waist to bring her into the room so we could close the door behind us. Once that door closed, I dropped my head and demolished her lips.
“How much do you like this dress?” I asked her, wondering if I could rip it right down the back and pop all those tiny little buttons.
“Don’t you dare,” she grumbled back, sinking her teeth into my bottom lip.
I grinned into her mouth, loving her little spark of sass.
“Fine, then I’ll just fuck you inside of it,” I decided, fumbling around all the layers of satin and tulle until I could find her thighs and pull her up to my waist.
She was right, in a way all those months ago when she accused me of liking to fuck against the wall. It was easy and efficient. But not today. Today was our wedding night, and I was going to treat her like the fucking queen she was. I was just yanking her chain about the dress.
Still, I kept kissing her, back pressed against the wall with her legs spread around my hips, the skirt of her dress presenting a voluminous wave of white around us.
“I don’t care how you fuck me, but I want out of this dress so I can feel you better,” she panted against my lips between kisses.
