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“We know what it’s like to live without the other person, and we don’t want that. I’m sure, El. I’ve never been surer of anything in my entire life. Am I scared? A little, yeah. I know we’re going to face roadblocks and have highs and lows, but there’s no one else I want to figure those things out with than him. I love him. And I’m marrying him tonight, with or without your blessing, but I’d rather have it and have you there to support us.”
Elise tilts her head until it rests on my shoulder. “Of course, I support you. I still think you’re a little crazy, but if you’re sure and you’re happy, then you know I’ll be there.”
A weight lifts from my shoulders knowing I have my sister’s support. I wasn’t lying when I said I’d still marry him without her blessing, but it would’ve hurt to not have her there. To not have at least one member of my family present when I marry the love of my life.
She lets out a chuckle.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing, this is just a very rock star thing for Trent to do. The tabloids are gonna go crazy.”
“Yeah, I’m trying not to think about that.”
“You know you’re going to have to deal with this for the rest of your life if you marry him, right? They’re gonna follow you around and be all up in your business.”
“I’m aware,” I say with a heavy sigh. It’s probably the one aspect of his life that I dislike the most. But I work in PR, and if anyone knows how to handle a situation, it’s me.
“Anyway, on to more exciting things.” I turn to my sister, a huge smile taking over my face. “You wanna help me pick out my wedding dress?”
* * *
The wedding is perfect, with beautiful soft lighting in a private garden ceremony that felt like Trent and I had found our own personal Garden of Eden. Afterward, we went out for drinks and celebratory dessert with Elise before going up to our hotel suite and having the most perfect night of wedded bliss any man or woman has ever had.
The bright sunlight filtering through our room the next morning wakes me up before Trent. So, I take it upon myself to wake him up with a very indecent good morning kiss.
“Fuckkk, Becka,” he groans as I take his stiffening cock inside my warm, wet mouth. I let it go with a pop and smile at him seductively.
“That’s Mrs. Bridger to you.”
His eyes smolder, and he grabs my head and pulls me up his body until our mouths mold together in a kiss that leaves us both breathless and hungry for more. We take our pleasure in each other, each rough thrust of his cock inside my body making my toes curl as pleasure swirls deliciously inside me. It doesn’t take us long to find our release together, and there’s something about being husband and wife that makes it feel sweeter and stronger when we do.
We shower and dress, and then noticing the time, say a quick goodbye to Elise and make a mad dash to the airport so we don’t miss our flight back to LA.
Time to face the music and break the news to the band.
36
The return flight to LA goes by quickly. It feels like as soon as we get up in the air, we’re already making our descent into LAX. Becka’s hand is held securely in mine as we make our way to the car waiting for us. I’m confident in my decision to marry her, but I won’t lie, I’m worried about how Tristan will take the news that I got married without him there. It’s not like me to do something quite as rash as this, but I still have no regrets.
When we arrive at my house, he’s sitting on the couch, his guitar in hand and a notebook and pen next to him. He glances up.
“Hey, how’d it go?”
Becka and I glance at each other before I decide to just rip off the Band-Aid. “Becka and I got married.”
His eyes widen slightly, but he doesn’t say anything, just continues to stare at me like he’s trying to determine if I’m messing with him or not. Finally, after what feels like several long minutes, he gently places his guitar next to him and walks over to us. He gives Becka a hug first.
“Congratulations.”
“Thank you,” she says, a delicate pink blush spreading across her cheeks. She turns to me, “I need to run home and get some things. You still want me to stay here tonight with you?”
“Definitely. Nothing will keep me from my wife tonight.” I love calling her that. It feels so perfect for her, like she was always meant to be mine. “If you want to stay at your place, I can grab a change of clothes and come with you.”
“No. This is fine. It’ll give you two some time together,” she says with a brief glance at my brother.
“Sounds good.” I give her a kiss that’s soft and sweet but full of promises of much dirtier things to come later and then watch her get into the car before it pulls away. When I look back at my brother, he’s staring at me again, his expression unreadable.
“Tris? You okay?”
