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“I don’t think so,” “Just give us the license,” we spoke in unison.
“Legally speaking, I can’t do that until I see you kiss.”
Travis lifted my hand and kissed it. “There.”
“Funny.” He looked between us. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d say that you two aren’t serious about the sacred act of marriage. This better not be some type of fraud.”
“You have to be joking,” I said. “You barely read the vows.”
“So? I can’t sign off on an eternal love if you’re not willing to share it with me.” He crossed his arms. “So, if you don’t want to show it, the license won’t leave here with you. No refunds.”
I clenched my fists, prepared to tell him where he could shove his grandstanding, but Travis slipped an arm around my waist.
Pulling me against his chest, he crashed his lips against mine—serving me an instant reminder of what I missed about him.Us.
I wrapped an arm around his neck and submitted my mouth, letting him tame my tongue with his.
The world dissolved around us as he grabbed my ass mid-kiss and whispered, “Tell me you don’t miss how I used to kiss you…”
There was no chance for me to give him an answer.
He kissed me even harder, pushing down my guard, weakening my resolve.
As I struggled to keep up with him, his cock stiffened against my thigh. I slid a hand between us, wanting to feel how hard I made him, but he pushed it away.
“Don’t start anything you’re not ready to finish,” he whispered harshly.
I tried to pull back from his kiss, to make him slow down, but he refused to let me. He squeezed my ass harder, dominating my mouth until I completely surrendered.
I shut my eyes in bliss, ready to let him take me higher, but he tore his mouth away from mine.
What the…My chest heaved up and down at the abrupt loss of his touch.
“Well, damn…I apologize for my baseless assumption.” The ‘priest’ cleared his throat and walked down the aisle. “Come pick up your license in the lobby. Oh, and treat yourself to a complimentary condom pack. I have a feeling you’ll need a lot of those tonight.”
I turned away to follow him, but Travis grabbed my waist.
“Wait a minute.” He spun me around. “You need to put the real ring on before we leave here.”
“What’s wrong with this one?” I held up my hand. “It’s fine.”
“It was only meant to be a stand-in, in case photogs caught us at the airport.”
He opened a black box and assaulted my eyes with brightness.
Diamonds twinkled inside a platinum band that featured a pair of silver skates and MMA gloves entwined on both sides. The word “Carter” was engraved on its beveled edges, with “Tatiana & Travis” etched atop in tiny cursive.
It looked like something out of a dream, something designed for the couple we used to be.
“I prefer the one I’m already wearing,” I said, still stunned at the ring’s beauty. “It seems far less personal.”
“Exactly.” He made the exchange on my finger. “Our relationship is more convincing this way. The ring looks like something the highest earning fighter in the UFC’s history would buy.”
“Let me guess,” I said. “Don’t get a single scratch on it, because you’re returning it the moment this charade is over?”
“You can keep it, if you like. Consider it a souvenir from the best guy you’ve ever been with in your life.”
“That guy was someone I met long after you.”
