Little demon child.
Then it’s Rosanna’s turn. She gives my father a shy smile as he kisses her cheek, then places her small hand in the bend of his arm to walk her down the short aisle to me.
Suddenly, I can’t breathe. My fingers work at my tie, but it doesn’t take away the knot in my throat. She’s gorgeous. Absolutely gorgeous. Bohemian style is what she’d told me her dress was, but I had no fucking clue what that meant.
Now I do. It’s fucking sexy, that’s what it is. The creamy, flowy dress falls off her shoulders, then slips down to hug her waist, accentuating her breasts and baby belly in the best of ways. Light pink flowers and pale greenery decorate the sheer material’s voluminous folds that flutter with the sway of her hips. With every step of her brown suede boots across the crushed rose petals, the alluring slit in her dress seduces me with a teasing peek of her thigh.
Mine.
Someone gives a strangled cough, and I cut my eyes to the right.
Isaiah.
And he’s staring at my woman’s pregnant belly with his hands awkwardly shoving his pants pockets forward. I know that move, and I don’t fucking like it. Kid’s got a fucking boner from looking at my woman, and it’s because Amos told him what being a Shay is all about a few weeks ago.
I need to get my woman from my dad, but first things first. Three steps bring me next to Isaiah, and he swallows nervously as I loom over him. Giving him a friendly back slap, I reprimand him mildly. “Eyes on me. Not on her. You wait until you get your own woman, and then you can look all you want. Got it?” Mercy hides her smile in Leila’s curls as Isaiah sheepishly nods.
I give him an affectionate noogie, and then two more steps bring me to my bride. Dad rests a heavy hand on my shoulder, speaking so much without saying a word, and moves to stand with my mother.
Now it’s just the four of us. Me and my little family. “Ready, Mrs. Shay?”
Theflashoftaillights signals the last of our family leaving the property. Between the dancing, eating, and endless pictures, it seemed as if they were never going to leave.
Closing the front door, I lock it and lean against it, throwing my new wife my best smolder that she doesn’t even see because she collapses onto the couch, her dress billowing everywhere and exposing her bare thigh.
“Oh,” Rosanna groans. “My feet are killing me.”
Unnoticed smolder morphing into concern, I cross the room past a sleeping Toto and Bagheera. “Why didn’t you say something earlier?”
“And cut the party short?” she huffs as she bends to unzip a brown suede boot. “I’m no party pooper.”
“Let me get that.” I kneel down to take off her other boot and socks. “Your toes are red! Were the boots too small?” I frown at the marks as I massage the soreness away.
“Just half a size. But they were the only ones that matched the dress so perfectly, so I didn’t mind being a little cramped.” She lifts a fold of her dress and releases it, watching mesmerized as it slowly floats back down to the couch. “I feel like a princess, Connor. Is this real? Is this my life now?”
The sudden vulnerability on her face strikes me in the heart, so I take her mouth in a short kiss, chasing away her insecurities. “As real as it gets, baby.”
Her soft hands climb the front of my vest and tug. “Get back here, Connor Mackenzie Shay. I can’t believe I didn’t even know your middle name until today! I love it. Now”—she grabs my tie and yanks me forward—“take me to bed. I’m expecting a stellar performance in bed tonight, husband.”
Husband.I’m the one with the privilege of taking care of her from now until forever. My cock twitches as I stand and gather her in a bridal carry. “Stellar performance, eh? Come on, wife.”
“Wait! The lights!” Rosanna wiggles in my arms and flips the switch on the way down the hallway.
When we get to our room, I shut the door firmly so we don’t get any unwanted furry visitors and slowly lower my wife to her feet. Her breathing picks up as she notices my smolder this time.
“Mrs. Shay.” I cup her face and run my thumb across her soft lips, an undercurrent of awareness filling the room. We’ve made love countless times all over the house, but this time...
This time is special.
Sacred.
And we both know it, even if she doesn’t fully understand why just yet.
Turning my bride, I unfasten her dress and let the fabric fall to the floor. Her hair drags across her naked back as I sweep it to the side and press warm kisses down the length of her neck. I pull her back to me in a hug, absorbing the shivers my mouth caused and making more as I suck her earlobe. “How do you want it? Soft and sweet, or a little bit rougher?”
She tilts her head back on my shoulder to look at me. “Lady’s choice?”
At my nod, a sultry smile crosses her lips and she hooks an arm behind her to drag my head down for a kiss. The knowledge that I’m kissing my wife thickens my cock and sends euphoria through my blood.Finally mine.
