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“How does it feel to get your wish?”
She shrugs, squinting her face playfully. “Eh. The dream was better, but I guess it’s alright.”
“You little shit.” I lift up and run my fingers along her sides tickling her.
She chokes on laughter and wheezes out as I ruthlessly tickle her, making her pussy squeeze down on my now hardening cock.
“I’m kidding!” I stop tickling her long enough for her to catch her breath. I slowly thrust in and out of her now that my cock is almost fully erect inside of her.
Her eyes flutter closed as I thrust in slowly. “The dream has nothing on reality.” Her eyes open and land directly on mine. “Being married to you is nothing like the dreams.” I’m fully hard now and thrust all the way inside her, holding myself to the hilt.
“No?”
She shakes her head, clamping her muscles down on my cock.
“It’s so much better.”
epilogue
Lilah
“I don’t knowwhy you’re forcing me to do this,” I say to Maria as I flip through the racks at some posh boutique in the city. “I hate all of this crap, and you know it.”
“A woman should not have to make her own wedding dress, Lilah.”
“Good thing I already got married then, Maria. This is a party dress. Something I haveplentyof, by the way.”
“Lilah Jane, you were the one that decided to get married in Vegas away from all of your friends and family. You, of all people, should have known how we would all take it.”
“Actually, you're right. I knew how you’d take it, but in my defense, I wasn’t really even conscious at myownwedding,” I say to her, earning an incredulous mom look.
“Fine.” I stomp my foot like a toddler and move on to the next rack of overpriced dresses.
Flame and BrennaandTrigger and Pebbles are now engaged, so Mariainsistedon throwing a party for Ringer and I’s anniversary before the other two wedding festivities start.
Our anniversary is this weekend, and I’ve been putting this dress shopping off since the beginning. But with only five days til the party, I couldn’t push Maria off anymore.
My bakery has been back open for two months now, and Ringer’s gym just opened three weeks ago. Ghost pulled his usual stunt and had an entire gym built for his brother. In true Ghost fashion, Ringer was completely surprised. It wouldn't surprise me if Ghost bought a huge RV and started traveling across the country for his own Extreme Makeover: Business Edition. I can picture him now screaming, “Move that bus!”
Maria convinced us to let the gym’s opening celebration double as our anniversary party on the condition that she got to decorate the place. I’m nervous as all hell for it, especially because she’s making me fucking wear white.
It takes three hours and six different boutiques to find the dress, and just because I can be a petty betty, it pisses me off that I actually find a dress I like. I allow Maria her moment and let her gloat over the fact that she was right. Despite my best efforts, I fucking love this dress.
Maria takes me to lunch and then back to her salon, where she primps and pampers me to within an inch of my life. I also highly appreciate the fresh Brazilian wax Brit treats me with, and I know Ringer will too.
As soon as I’m done with Maria, I head over to the gym, where I know my husband is going to be doing whatever it is that he does.
I wave through Pebbles studio door, where she’s sitting at the front desk with a baby in her arms. Clara stands behind her with the other baby as they discuss something Pebbles’s is gesturing to on the computer.
Pushing through the tinted glass door of the gym, I’m immediately assaulted with the sounds of skin hitting leather. Ringer is standing in the middle of the main training mat with a teenage kid as he throws punch after punch at the punching mitts. Ringer instructs the kid carefully and calmly coaches him through the steps.
He just opened a few weeks ago, but without another gym in town similar to this one, he has had an amazing turnout. I fell in love with my husband ten times harder when this specific kid he’s training told him he didn’t have money for a membership. So what did my sweet husband do? He gave him a job.
Carter is a senior in high school with a single mom who works double shifts at the hospital to make ends meet. Now, Carter works the front desk after school and on weekend mornings for a few hours. In return, he gets free use of the gym and one-on-one training by my husband. The only catch? He has to keep up with good grades. I’ve come in twice now to Carter’s textbooks wide open on the reception desk while he worked on homework.
The first time he was scared we were going to fire him for doing homework on the clock. Ringer shut that shit down immediately and told Carter that he actually required him to do his homework on the clock so he could make sure he was getting a good amount of sleep instead of doing it at home.
See? Sweetest husband in the world.
