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My safe place.
I close my eyes.
This man holds my heart in the palm of his hand.
I’m not sure how long we stay like this, him rocking side to side.
He pulls away from me.
With his gaze boring into mine, he asks, “You’re going to be okay?”
I nod. “The sadness comes and goes, but yes, I’ll be okay.”
“I didn’t only come up here to find my beautiful wife. I’ve been told it’s time for the cake cutting, and then the tossing of the bouquet and garter.”
I laugh.
“By you’ve been told, you mean, Sydney?”
“No, I mean, Riley,” he chuckles. “She’s hoping to send her boyfriend a message.”
Riley Carrington, a boisterous and bubbly redhead with a big personality is also here. Sydney nearly died. She’s a huge fan of the popular Food Network chef and food blogger. I met Riley Carrington at a few of Shane’s barbecues and parties. She’s also a client. She couldn’t wait to get her own Cycle Thonix bike. She even got a couple for her brother’s ranch in Summerville, Texas––one for Jake and one for Hunter, Jake’s business partner and best friend.
“She’s too much,” I laugh.
“Yes. She. Is,” he agrees. “But you’ve got to love her.”
“I guess there’s no pressure weighing on your shoulders since none of your boys are going to be fighting over the garter. On the contrary, they’ll be fighting to distance themselves as fast as humanly possible.”
“I’m certain they’ll conveniently be absent, or lost in the bathroom or garden. And that includes my brother, unless he uses Micah as his scapegoat.”
“I’m sure you’re right.”
“As for Larkin, the garter is smart enough to stay the hell away from him.”
I explode in laughter.
Random Misconception rocked the crowd until our feet hurt with a playlist of danceable tunes and ballads—all with a rock edge, of course. Holt, the fourth member, flew in from London with his adorable little girl.
My wedding day is beyond anything I could’ve dreamed of. Marrying Levi is a blessing, but being surrounded by all of these new friends warms my heart.
“Everyone is waiting, Mrs. Aldridge.” My husband laces his fingers with mine and brings my hand to his lips before dropping a soft kiss.
An unbidden smile steals across my lips, “God, I love it when you call me Mrs. Aldridge.”
“That’s a good thing because it’s your name for the rest of your life.”
We exchange a wide smile.
“Come on, let’s go,” he says, guiding me to the stairs, “The faster we feed these people cake, the faster I can have you all to myself. I can’t wait to consummate this marriage, Mrs. Aldridge.”
“Mr. Aldridge!” I feign outrage. “Is that any way to talk to your wife?”
He leans into me, his lips flirting my earlobe. “You’re right.” The words are a husky whisper in my ear. “Why sugarcoat it?” He grabs my hand and places it on his crotch and grinds into the palm of my hand. “I’ve been hard since I saw you walking down the aisle in your gorgeous princess dress. Since you agreed to be my wife, I’ve been counting down the minutes until I can rip your panties––hopefully virginal white––off your sinful body with my teeth, so I can bury my very hard cock inside your sweet little ass, Mrs. Aldridge.” I swallow hard. “And, FYI, I intend on keeping you naked and barricaded in this house for five days once we get rid of all of these people. Don’t count on a second of rest.” He stares at me with suggestive bedroom eyes, half-lidded and sensual as fuck. “Better?”
There goes a good pair of panties.
The wolfish grin parting his lips is as stomach-fluttering and potent as the one he gives me when I know I’m in for a very, very long night of multiple orgasms.
