Page 44 of Dark Truth

“I love you, gorgeous.” I could barely lean over but managed to place a kiss on top of her head. When I stood, I looked at the group of women around me. “Are we ready?”

“Yes, it’s time,” Roxie spoke up. “Let me get your train.”

It wasn’t very long, but I knew she was happy to be the maid of honor.

The Galia Lahav gown had cap sleeves and was a high-necked mermaid dress that I wanted to spend the rest of my life in. It showed off every curve perfectly, and the chapel train was perfect for the outdoor wedding we’d planned at the edge of the beach of Dylan’s Myrtle Beach resort. The dress was decorated with lace and had strategic panels cutout, but it wasn’t gaudy; it was just sparkly and glistening goodness that I absolutely adored.

I marched down the red carpet set up outside, my dad on one side, and Trent on the other, despite convention. I’d wanted them both to give me away, and they’d agreed. I barely noticed the two hundred white chairs that fell away behind me, or the people in them; I just saw Dylan, in a soft, dark gray tux, and Roxie by his side with Caroline in his arms. Mason stood in as his best man, since Trent had walked me down the aisle, and I saw Laura beaming with pride on the first row, their new baby boy in her arms. Little Mason the second.

He was only a few months older than Caroline, so I hoped they’d grow up inseparable friends. I looked at Dylan through my veil, a similar lace to my dress, and tried to blink away the tears when he lifted the panel that covered my face. Fuck, I hadn’t realized how emotional that would make me.

I swiped at the tear that fell and beamed at him. “Hi.”

“Hi there, beautiful.”

“We can do this.”

“We can do anything together, my dear. Come now, let’s get married.”

The rest was a blur until we kissed. That was when reality set in. I now had a thin gold band on my hand, all I’d wanted, and a husband kissing the world away. He’d wanted something finer, but I told him all I needed was him, and the chance to wear a pretty extravagant dress. And the chance to call him husband, of course. I didn’t need a ring that cost more than some people made in a lifetime. I needed a thin gold band and a simple promise that he was mine, now and forever.

The guests cheered and I kissed his adoptive parents, thanked them for taking care of the man that I married, and for coming, and moved on as the crowd swept us along. Only, this time, instead of falling, I made it to the reception area that had been set up for our party. I found Caroline in my arms and a laugh on my lips.

“Oh, this is wonderful, Dylan. It was all I never dared to dream.” I kissed him all over again as waiters brought food around to our guests.

“Well, my dear, from now on, no regrets, right? From the night we met, until now, I’ve had no regrets, and that’s how I plan to live the rest of our lives.” He kissed then grinned.

I couldn’t wait for the moment he took the dress off of me, but it could wait. We had become used to waiting, and to be honest, finding little moments for some alone time had become almost a game that I really enjoyed. He was mine, and that was all that mattered.

We danced the night away, together, and with our family and friends. Roxie and Nathan came to take Caroline, her godchild, to bed, and Dylan and I quietly slipped away. We would leave in the morning for a honeymoon in Iceland. An odd choice, but when we talked about it, Dylan reminded me of the place I’d told him I always wanted to go. We’d made the arrangements. For tonight, Roxie and Nathan would keep Caroline for us, but tomorrow, we were going to jet off to an unknown land.

Right now, I just wanted to fall into bed with Dylan.

He pulled up against me as we rode the elevator up to the penthouse. I looked up at him. “Hello there, husband.”

“Oh? No more sir?” he asked with a teasing glint in his eyes.

“If you’d like, of course, but I kind of like the sound of husband.” I smirked up at him, and he ended the conversation with a kiss that took my breath away. My hair had been piled up on my head, but his fingers pushed pins out left and right.

Neither of us cared, we just kissed until the ride up was done. Then, hand in hand, he took me to our bedroom. With careful ease he undid every single button on my dress, until it fell to the floor. With strong arms Dylan picked me up and carried me to the bed.

My strapless bra soon disappeared, and the silk panties, the pair that he loved so much, only in bridal white, disappeared. He left the garter belt and the stockings on, though, I noted. “Like those, do you?”

“I do. It’s so sensual.” His fingers ran down my thighs to open them.

The hard ridge in his pants pressed into my center, and I wanted to feel him against my skin. I couldn’t believe he still made me feel so weak, even after all of this time. “I think you need to get naked now, Dylan.”

“As you wish, my dear,” he whispered as I slid my hand down, ready to cup him in my palm. He tried to stop me, but I got up from the bed.

“As you wish, sir. Let me.” I knelt beside him on the floor and used practiced fingers to remove his belt and slide down his zipper.

I looked up into his eyes as I pulled his cock from his pants. He pushed the pants down, and I pulled them away to throw them. They landed on the pile that was my wedding dress.

“Mm, I have waited all day for this,” I whispered with wet lips along his shaft, before I sucked the thick head into my mouth. I loved doing this to him. The tight, silky skin was an addiction my tongue couldn’t give up.

I ignored his moan even if it sent a shiver of excitement through me. I moaned to let him know I was there with him and eager for whatever he wanted to do.

“You fuck my head up so much, Emily.” His words, an accusation, were said with a gentle, pleased tone. I knew he liked how I fucked his head up, and he wouldn’t give it up for anything.