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“Come with me,” I grab Hunter’s hand and drag her with me to the reception desk of the hotel. The girl there is super helpful, and within fifteen minutes, Hunter and I are standing in front an officiant.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride,” she cheers, and I do just that.
I kiss the hell out of my wife.
“Oh my gosh,” Hunter gushes over the whole thing. “This is so romantic.”
I doubt she’d think so if she was sober, but I don’t argue with her. I am ready for our wedding night.
As luck would have it, the wedding chapel we got married in is right next door to the hotel we’re staying in. The trip back is short and uneventful, but the lobby is still just as packed as before.
“A little crowded, right?” Hunter hangs onto me like someone’s about to snatch her from me. Not a chance, especially now that she is the new Mrs. Cavanaugh.
The elevator doors slide open. I pull her with me, leaning against the back wall after I push the button to one of the top floors that don’t require a separate code to access. Van and I decided to spend the weekend here in style, just in separate rooms.
We get there fast, but a lot slower than I wanted to. I wish we could’ve just teleported up here instead.
“Zach, this is beautiful,” Hunter gasps when we walk in. She is still slurring, but it is a happy slur. She is happy. That’s all I need to know.
“Forget about that.” I growl at her and just lead us to the bedroom. I want to throw her on the bed, but I need her to be naked first.
I pull her top off, then undo her pants with precision and speed, pulling them down her legs. Unfortunately, the shoes have to go for now. I got big plans for them, just not right now. I pull them off and throw them over my shoulder, making Hunter laugh. I love that sound.
She is finally standing in front of me in just her thong and the sexiest strapless bra in existence.
“I want to see you, too, Zach,” her hands go to my shirt, and I remember that I need to be naked for this as well. I need her bare skin against mine. All night long.
I make quick work of everything, after which I place a hand flat on her chest and push her down. She falls on her back with a giggle and a bounce.
I feel like I’m dreaming as I watch her mouth open in the biggest grin, head thrown back, arms and legs spread out in invitation, waiting for me.
I fall on the bed, holding myself up above her. With a practiced move, I undo the snaps of her bra before she can blink.
“That feels so good,” she sighs into my touch.
“What does?”
“My bra coming off. Bras are a pain in the ass, did you know that?” She rambles on about bras and the pros and cons of wearing one.
“Shut up.” I start kissing her with a passion that’s tenfold what it was when we screwed around in the restroom earlier. This time it feels different somehow.
She is my wife now. Everything is different.
The kiss is slow and sensual. The rush from earlier is gone. I just want to savor her, and it seems that she feels the same.
The sounds of our lips coming apart once in a while echo through the room. I lift my head to look at her face, loving the dazzled look she has on. She is all in, the alcohol just giving her the push she needs to tell me what she wants.
“I love seeing you like this,” I whisper as I start placing open mouth kisses along her jaw line, then down her neck. I reach her chest, and she shivers in anticipation. I feel the same as I start getting closer to her breasts.
“So beautiful,” I push them together, running my thumbs over both nipples, making them pebble, watching in fascination as goose bumps spread over the full globes. I take one nipple in my mouth and suck on it like it is the sweetest candy. It is melting in my mouth.
One hand starts wandering down her ribcage, and I am taken aback by the way her ribs are sticking out. I lift my head from her breast to take a look, and am shocked by how pronounced they are through her skin.
My eyes start taking in every inch of her, from the way her chest cavity seems to be sticking out, to the way her breasts are a tad smaller than I remember them. Her ribs are visible on both sides, and her hipbones are more pronounced, poking through the delicate skin there.
“What happened to you?” I mutter under my breath, but she seems to hear my question and freeze under my touch.
I push her thong to the side, my eyes sure to have dilated at the sight in front of me. She was not this smooth seven years ago. She was always trimmed to perfection, but now she barely has a small strip of hair just to hide her clit from me and the top of her nether lips.
