I laughed. “If this is marriage, then you’re right.”
Dylan hopped up and opened the wooden shutters. I felt the cool island breeze flutter the curtains.
“I love our honeymoon,” I whispered.
“Want something to drink?” Dylan offered. “Sparkling cider?”
“Yes. I want to keep celebrating.”
“I’ll take one of those beers out there,” Isaac shouted.
Dylan walked out of the room naked. He had an incredible ass.
“I’m so glad you’re here.” I turned to Isaac. “And I loved the surprise and the ring. It’s beautiful.”
“I didn’t want you to have to keep taking the other one off. I know Dylan was starting to get pissed. He loves you. I didn’t believe it at first, but he loves you as much as I do, baby. It’s the craziest damn thing what you’ve done to us.”
I rubbed the side of his cheek. “What you’ve done to me.” I smiled.
“How did you manage to tie us both down?”
I giggled. “Do you think I have that option?”
Dylan walked back in the room with three drinks. I took my non-alcoholic sparkly cider.
“I’d like to toast the bride.” He grinned devilishly.
“To the bride.” Isaac raised his glass.
I took a sip, feeling the bubbles dance on my tongue.
“To our honeymoon.”
“Do you think they have Sports Now here?” Dylan reached for the remote.
Isaac glared at him.
“What? Other teams are in the playoffs tonight and I want to know who we plan on Sunday.”
I took the beer from his lips, and twisted myself in his lap. “As your boss, I think you can take the night off from work.” I reached between his legs, massaging him to life. “Your bride wants all your attention.” I winked.
He threw the remote on the floor.
Isaac laughed.
“You win, darlin’. The bride gets what the bride wants.”
“I win?” I teased.
Isaac pulled me into his lap next. “You always win. We’ll make sure of that.”
I closed my eyes and let the world slip away.