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Husband and wife at last, united by the deep, cosmic forces of love...and terrible taste in pop music.
As a couple, we had it all.
The ceremony continued with an impromptu, yet surprisingly beautiful rendition of Dancing Queen by the whole community, including Jake and I, which ended with the bride and groom taking their first dance as a married couple.
"Well," Jake said, grinning down at me as we swayed to the music. "Looks like the universe had the right idea about us all along."
I giggled, burying my face in his chest as the song came to an end and the DJ invited the rest of the guests to join us on the dance floor. Our families and friends swirled around us, laughing and smiling and basking in the joy of the moment.
As the night wore on, I couldn't help but steal glances at my handsome new husband, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world. He had a glow about him and I knew that it was because of me.
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JAKE
The reception was a whirlwind of smiling faces, clinking glasses, and impromptu dance-offs between Molly's artsy mother and my free-spirited dad on the dance floor. Patsy earned a standing ovation with her rendition of "You Oughta Know" dedicated to Natasha, who had the good sense to steer clear.
As the night wore on, I couldn't help but steal glances at my beautiful new wife, feeling like the luckiest man in the world. She had a radiant glow about her, enhanced by the look of pure, uninhibited joy that never left her face.
When it came time for the bouquet toss, a tipsy Becca shamelessly boxed out the other single ladies to snag the flowers, cackling madly as she held them aloft like a prized trophy while Jim ducked behind the bar.
Hailey rolled her eyes but laughed along with the rest of us. That girl didn't need a silly tradition to find her future happiness—she was going to take the world by storm with or without a boyfriend.
As the festivities finally began winding down, Molly and I circulated through the crowd one last time to thank our loved ones and accept their well wishes. We were bound for Italy the next morning for a luxurious Roman honeymoon, but tonight belonged to our beloved Sycamore Valley.
"Thank you all, from the bottom of my heart," I said, raising my glass with Molly tucked against my side. "For everything you've done for us, for the love and support...it means more than you'll ever know."
A rowdy cheer went up, along with a few risqué catcalls that had Molly blushing prettily. Someone—probably Patsy—wolf whistled, and just like that, the mother of all celebrations kicked off again as we were swarmed with hugs and well-wishes.
Sometime after midnight, giddy and more than a little tipsy ourselves, Molly and I managed to slip away amidst a rain of birdseed and cheers. We tumbled into the back of the limo, all disheveled hair and wandering hands, sharing breathless laughter between hungry kisses.
"God, I love you," Molly murmured as the limo pulled away, leaving the reception behind. Her fingers stroked my face with a tenderness that made my heart swell. "My husband."
"My beautiful wife," I echoed, tasting the new title on my tongue with relish. We were really and truly married at last. The journey here had been long and trying, filled with more ups and downs than either of us could have predicted. But in that moment, alone together as newlyweds, it all felt so incredibly worth it.
The limo deposited us at the Rusty Hook Inn a short while later. Molly giggled as I swept her into my arms to carry her across the threshold, brushing away her protests with a searing kiss. I'd waited too long for this night—I was going to savor every second of it.
Our suite was lavish but simply decorated, all creams and warm neutrals with a vase of fresh sunflowers on the nightstand. Molly's arms wound around my neck as I kicked the door closed behind us and crossed to the enormous bed.
"About time I got you alone, Mrs. Kingsbury," I murmured, dropping her onto the luxurious coverlet and stretching out beside her as she beamed up at me.
"Oh, is that how you talk to your wife?" she teased, giving me a coy look from beneath her lashes. Her fingers toyed with my bowtie, slowly loosening it as the first in a series of deliciously teasing bedroom games.
"When she's as gorgeous as you? You can count on it."
With that, I sealed my mouth over hers, the world falling away until there was just the two of us and this perfect honeymoon night still stretching ahead. Tomorrow we'd be off to Italy, but for now, there was nowhere I wanted to be except right here, tangled up with my bride.
I kissed a slow trail down her neck, my hands moving to her back to undo the hellish number of buttons on her gown.
"I love you, Mr. Kingsbury," she sighed, her body arching into mine. "Take me. Make me yours."
"Always," I murmured against her skin. "Forever."
Our clothes melted away, tossed carelessly aside in a tangle of lust and need. Molly was a vision in her lacy lingerie, her dark hair spilling across the pillows, her eyes glowing with desire.
My hands caressed her curves, eliciting soft sighs of pleasure as I moved lower. Her legs parted, inviting me in, and I was all too happy to oblige.
My tongue found her slick folds, teasing and exploring, bringing her to the brink of ecstasy. Her fingers tangled in my hair, her hips bucking, demanding more.
