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It was a black number with sequins that she’d had from her prom days in high school. In high school, I’d had that image of her in my head for spank bank material until I saw her in something better at some point our first year out of high school.
It took her two seconds after getting out of the car and seeing the shadowy wonderland that I’d made the clubhouse into, to start bawling and ruining her makeup.
I slapped her on the ass. “None of that now. We’re getting married. You can’t be lookin’ like a little bitch in our wedding photos.”
She threw her head back and laughed, all the while continuing to cry.
Twenty-three minutes later, I became the brand-new husband of Coreline Crow.
“You know,” I teased. “You’re Mrs. Coreline Crow now. You’re mine, and you’ll never get away from me now. Not even a little breast cancer will change it.”
She smiled as she tugged me down into her personal space. My mouth brushed against her own for a soft kiss before I pulled away and said, “Now, are you ready for food, cake, and then dancing?”
It wasn’t much.
Just our closest family and friends—even Dory was there, though she was looking a little worse for wear at having to be next to Bram for the entire service.
Something had definitely happened with them, but Bram’s lips were sealed tightly shut.
“I’m ready for cake. Then food. Then more cake. Then dancing,” she corrected me.
I grinned and pulled her into my arms.
Then we cut the cake first.
I didn’t shove that cake into her face like I would’ve normally done.
At least, I hadn’t intended to.
But when, instead of putting my bite of cake into my mouth, she shoved it practically up my nose, I couldn’t resist.
By the time we were done, she was wearing more cake than she’d eaten.
And I was fairly fuckin’ sure the photographer, who was the only outlier at the entire wedding, was thinking we were fucking nuts.
By the time we were cleaned up and actually eating cake without shoving it at each other, it was in time to hear Price going nuts.
“Oh, my fucking god!” Price yelled. “Would you stop eating like that?”
Bram grinned at Price and chewed just a little bit louder, just to watch him squirm.
My beautiful wife watched the interaction from my lap as I fed her bites of cake from my fingers.
It was now three in the morning, and we were all sitting around the bar top finishing off what was left of the wedding cake.
All but the top tier since that was, apparently, a tradition to eat on the first-year anniversary.
My finger, which was licked clean in the most provocative of ways, popped free of my bride’s mouth, and I found myself sliding my hand down to her throat and squeezing lightly.
Her breath hitched as she looked at me.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish right now,” I ordered.
She blinked her eyes innocently at me and pressed herself into my chest, causing her cleavage to practically spill out of her dress.
My eyes, obviously, wandered to the area.
“Are you sure you’ll still love me when I don’t have boobs?” she asked.
The question was so soft that I almost didn’t hear it.
I turned her so that she was practically straddling my lap, all of my family forgotten in my desire to make Coreline understand.
Placing both hands on either side of her face, I said, “I will love you until I can’t fuckin’ breathe anymore. I will love you when you’re fat with our baby. I’ll love you when both of those pieces-of-failed-trash boobs are surgically removed from your body. I’ll love you when you hate me. I’ll love you when you don’t. I’ll love you until the goddamn stars fall from the sky. And I won’t ever stop. No matter if you want me to or not. Do you understand?”
Her eyes filled with tears as she blew out a breath.
It smelled like cake.
“I love you, too, you know,” she whispered. “Even when you’re mean as a snake. Even when you’re crazy and leave when you know you should stay. I’ll love you, and keep loving you, for as long as I freakin’ want to. You understand?”
I chuckled against her lips, then stood up and walked away from the party, heading into the nearest room, which happened to be the pantry.
The door slammed hard behind us, and I frantically pushed away yards of fabric and tulle to get to what I needed.
She relented, giving me what I wanted.
It wasn’t until I was pressed snugly against her pussy that I said, “You’re finally mine.”
She widened her legs, causing my cock to position itself at her entrance.
I pushed inside of her in one smooth push. “I’m finally yours,” she agreed.
CHAPTER 26
I have a good heart, but these boobs, though.
-Text from Coreline to Tide
