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“Hey, hey,” Kevin says, at the front with Jason next to him. “You missed a few parts before the kiss.”
Everyone laughs lightly as I hold Sawyer’s hand tightly.
Jason and Kevin had put their heads together to find vows for Sawyer, and Lauren, already surrounded with all things to do with weddings, located a simple vow for me to say.
It’s short, but no less sweet, and after we slide rings onto each other’s fingers, I gaze up at Sawyer and get lost in the love swirling in his eyes. All for me.
He mouths, I love you, as Ken tells our small crowd that we’re husband and wife. I mouth it back to him the second before he pulls me close and slowly dips me back, pressing his lips against mine and stealing my breath. This is the defining moment that makes us more than two people arguing over noise and swapping teases. With his soft, warm lips on mine, I sigh and welcome in this sweet sense of belonging.
I’m married. I have a husband. And as he helps me to stand after that dip with the kiss, I giggle and lean against his side.
“We did it!” I tell him as they clap and cheer.
He lifts our joined hands and grins at me. “We did. And I couldn’t be happier.”
Every minute leading up to our simple ceremony felt like a drag of time, but following it, they pass in a blur. We head toward the cake Marian made, and with a small outdoor setting, we dance and chat with our friends. It’s a toned-down affair, but still the actual thing. Aubrey catches my bouquet. The guest-slash-photographer snaps pictures of Sawyer and my first dance, and before I can realize it, hours have passed.
We leave in Sawyer’s truck, but before Sawyer closes the passenger door for me, I hold my hand out and point at Lauren. “Don’t forget. Your dress fitting tomorrow…”
She laughs. “I think we can delay it a day or two, newlywed!”
Once we leave, I sink into the cushion and sigh. I roll my head on the headrest and smile at Sawyer.
“Happy?” he asks me. He takes my hand and kisses my knuckles.
“Very.” I take a good, long look at him, checking him out.
“The way you’re looking at me, wife, is going to make me pull over, and I’ll never show you our home.”
A shiver traces over my skin. Wife. “I like the sound of that.”
He arches his brows, giving me just as hot of a look. “Pulling over?”
“No. The other part.” I unbuckle my seatbelt and crawl toward him to cup his face and kiss his cheek without making him look away from the road.
He grins, growling in need. “Wife?”
I sigh and slide my hand over his chest. “Say it again.”
He stops at a stop sign and turns to grab me closer and kiss me hard. “My wife,” he whispers against my lips. He pulls back and looks at me with a grin. “Buckle up that middle seatbelt if you’re going to be sitting so close. That way, I can kiss you again at the next stop sign.”
I shiver again and smile.
“We’ll never get there,” he says as he drives again.
“Ha.” I kiss along his neck, unable to keep my hands or mouth off him as I snuggle against his side. “That’s not us. We rush forward, too impatient to get what we want.”
“You got that right.”
“And now, I want you, husband.” I lower my hand to grip him through his pants.
“Is it the tux? Seeing me all dressed up and proper that’s making you wild?” he teases.
“Just you.” I tug at his tie. “And knowing you’re all mine forever.”
He swerves a couple of times on the road, but he speeds us all the way to an elegant and modern condo.
It’s not what I was expecting, but with how turned on I am, I don’t care. All I can focus on is getting inside and having him inside me, filling and stretching me with that delicious burn of friction.
