I can’t resist her any longer.
I grab that damn veil and pull it over her head before grabbing her and pulling her into me. I crush my lips down onto hers and her body instantly melts into mine as I kiss her with every ounce of my being.
Her arms wind up my chest and around my neck as mine circle her waist, holding her as close as possible.
Neither one of us gives a damn about waiting for the officiant to announce our first kiss. If he wanted that honor, then he should have been faster because no way in hell am I about to stop.
He gets the picture real quick and announces over the top of the guests’ applause. “I now pronounce you husband and wife.”
“Fuck, yeah,” Jesse whoops, grabbing my shoulders and propelling himself into the air in his excitement before dashing across and grabbing Kaylah.
The boys follow suit and before we know it, it’s a fucking party.
Chapter 9
Music blasts through Broken Hill lake, so loud that I wouldn’t be surprised if they could hear it over in Haven Falls. I don’t doubt we’ll have the cops showing up soon saying that we’re violating the noise restrictions, but I simply don’t care. All I can think about is the sexy way my wife moves her body on the dance floor.
That’s right. My wife. She’s my fucking wife for now until forever. Wife. Wifey. I like the fucking sound of it, but what I like more is the smile that hasn’t moved from her face for even a second.
She’s radiant. That’s all there is to it.
Stunningly beautiful.
I can’t wait to get her home so I can truly get her all to myself.
Tonight has been incredible. We’ve covered dinner and speeches which I have to admit were amusing, the whole first dance thing is done and dusted, and now all that’s left is for us to enjoy our night.
The music gets turned down and I start looking around when I hear Jesse’s voice over the microphone. I instantly start searching him out, knowing this couldn’t be good.
“Ladies and gentleman, cougars and bastards, will you all kindly make your way back to your seats?”
Tora turns around and starts searching me out, wondering what’s going on and all I can do is shrug my shoulders as Puck comes out with two chairs and places them right in the center of the dance floor.
Assuming they’re for me and Tora, I make my way over and take a seat as Tora does the same, taking my hand and squeezing it between her fingers as Jesse grins. “I swear, Jesse,” Tora says as we wait for all the guests to take their seats. “If you embarrass me on my wedding day, I’m going to tear you a new asshole.”
Jesse puts a hand to his heart and sucks in a shocked gasp. “Would I do that?” he questions. “I’m offended.”
I roll my eyes because, well… what else can I do in this situation?
The guests finally take their seats and a hush falls over them as Jesse takes a step forward. “I’d like to welcome you all to this momentous occasion,” he starts. “I feel like we’ve been waiting for this day to come for what feels like forever. Am I right?”
The guests all cheer and clap for their favorite little dipshit. Tora laughs but all I can do is narrow my eyes on my conniving little brother, wondering where the hell he’s going with this. After all, he’s been waiting for years to get me back for what I did at his wedding. It’s only fair.
“Of course, I’m fucking right,” he laughs as he continues before he nods to someone behind us. My head whips around to watch as Maxen practically dances towards us with his hands behind his back. Not a second later, he produces a pair of handcuffs and before I know it, both Tora and I are handcuffed together and then duct taped to the chairs as the guests continue laughing at our expense.
“Jesse,” Tora warns.
Jess wiggles his eyebrows, clearly very proud. “Nowhere to go,” he teases with a wicked grin before looking back up at the guests who are all waiting eagerly to see what he’s going to do.
“Tora and Nate are a great couple,” he continues. “As most of you would know, we grew up together. The three of us would run around causing havoc like the three musketeers. It was us against the world. Well, those two against the world with me tagging along because mom made them include me. Even then, you could see the special bond they shared, it was like I was the third wheel, always looking in on what they shared. Hell, half the time I don’t even think they knew I was there.”
“But,” Jess says with a sigh. “Tora grew boobies and Nate… well, Nate had this psychological need to be an asshole every time she was around. I don’t know, maybe he needed to look like a tough guy. You know, me Tarzan, you Jane. He tormented her, he teased her, he would do everything in his power to make her jealous, yet little did he know that every time he tried his foolish attempts to get her attention, it would backfire because she just didn’t give a shit.”