Page 75 of Faking With You

I smile back at her. I’ve had a few introspective moments over the last year about how Mac and I wouldn’t be where we are without her. She gave me the push and conversation I needed to stop holding myself back, and I can only hope my best friend knows how eternally grateful for her I am.

“Are you ready?” she asks, and I nod.

She hands me my bouquet, and we leave her room and head to her backyard. When I mentioned to the girls I wanted a very small wedding, just our parents and closest friends, Hannah insisted on us having it in her backyard. It felt almost serendipitous to hold it in the place where I decided I wanted to try for this relationship rather than running.

Once we reach the back door, I take a deep breath. I didn’t want to be given away, so my father is sitting with my mom up front and I’ll be walking down the aisle by myself after Hannah. When I stand in the doorway and see Mac a few metres away, tears gather in my lash line and I fight to hold them back. He looks fit for a magazine cover in his black tux and his hair perfectly styled, and the smile on his face has my knees wanting to give out. I manage to make it to him without falling, and when he takes my hands, my smile only grows.

The minister starts the ceremony, and we recite the standard vows, but we each hand the other a folded piece of paper at the end, our personal and more intimate vows we want to make to each other, but we want to keep between just us. When the minister says, “You may now kiss the bride,” Mac holds my face lightly between his hands as he presses a hot and passionate kiss to my lips. I blush knowing so many people are watching, but loving that I’m not kissing my husband.

When he pulls back, we’re both smiling at each other and our friends and parents are standing and clapping for us. We sign the necessary paperwork and join the people closest to us who came to celebrate this moment with us.

We spend hours with our friends eating, drinking, and laughing and after the sun goes down and twinkle lights turn on we dance. By the time we leave, I’m not only exhausted, but I’m so full of love.

Mac carries me over the threshold of the apartment when we get home and takes me straight into our bedroom. We both wanted to spend tonight in our bed, not some hotel, but the place we’ll be spending all our nights together as a married couple.

Mac helps me out of my dress, and I wash my makeup off before we climb into bed. I’m lying on my back as Mac lies on his side, looking down at me and placing soft kisses in different place.

“Mrs. Carrington,” he whispers, awe in his voice.

My smile only grows, and my hand finds his arms, slowly dragging my fingers up and down.

“Mr. Carrington,” I whisper. That’s all it takes for him to be kissing me, his tongue slipping into my mouth and me moaning. His hand drags up my torso and cups my breast, rolling my nipple under his thumb. I try to use my leg to encourage Mac to move, and he gets the hint and positions himself between myown. His lips leave mine as he trails kisses down my neck and torso, wrapping them around my nipple and sucking.

Mac plays my body like a fiddle, knowing everything to do to get a response from me. I wrap my legs around his hips and try to pull him closer, but he unhooks them and continues to slide down my body. He grins up at me as he slowly drags his tongue through my pussy. My hand jumps to my mouth as I bite down trying to suppress the embarrassing moan it pulls from me, but Mac reaches up and grabs my wrist, pulling my hand away from my mouth, the loud sound of my moans reverberating around the room.

Mac meticulously brings me to the edge before stopping three separate times, each one increasing the sounds of my begs. When he finally lets me fall over the edge, it wrings everything from me as wave after wave of pleasure rocket through my body. Before I’ve even had a chance to recover, he’s pressing inside of me, and my moans turn more feral.

He fucks me slow and hard, and I know that I’ll be feeling it tomorrow, but that’s exactly what I want, another reminder of just how amazing our wedding day has been. Mac whispers small notes of praise as he thrusts into me, nipping my earlobe.

“Fuck, Mac. I love you. I’m so close.”

He presses his teeth into my shoulder, and I moan as the most powerful orgasm I’ve ever experienced hits me, but it doesn’t come all at once, it comes in increasing waves that have me unsure of how I’m supposed to get out of this bed afterwards.

Mac moans my name as he finds his own release and places reverent kisses all over my face, neck, and shoulders.

After we’ve found enough energy to clean ourselves and are back in bed, my head resting on his chest, listening to his heart. I let myself smile as I think of how crazy the last year and a half of my life has been. None of it would have happened if it wasn’t for some stupid manifestation my friend wanted me to do on NewYear’s. I’m not sure I’ll ever believe in manifestation, but maybe I can believe in fate and that Mac and I were fated to be here, sharing in this beautiful life we’re starting to build together.