The music started and his attention moved to the doors. After Gwen and Rosie and fuckin’ Ry sauntered down the aisle, she was there.
Her hair was loose and down, tumbling over her shoulders, wild and free like he loved. Her dress. Jesus fuck, her dress. It was lace, pure white, with a plunging neckline that hinted at her fantastic rack. It hugged every inch of her glorious curves and made his cock harden instantly. His hand twitched and it took all of his willpower not to storm towards her and kiss the living shit out of her. He refrained. He got why Cade had pounced on Gwen the moment she got to him. As Amy approached that’s all he wanted to do. But he wouldn’t have been able to stop. He would’ve fucked her right then and there in front of the entire crowd.
She reached him, smiling so bright he almost choked on how beautiful she looked.
“Hey,” she whispered.
“You’re fucking breathtaking, Sparky,” he choked out, not even embarrassed his eyes were slightly wet.
She blushed slightly. He had never seen his girl blush and his cock pulsed in his pants at the sight of it. “You’re not too bad yourself,” she whispered.
He eyed Steg, who was grinning at them both expectantly. “Wanna get hitched now?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she replied.
He could hardly wait for Steg to mutter all the bullshit to get them married; all he wanted to do was make it official and drag his wife outta there.
Once the words “I now pronounce you man and wife,” were uttered he picked Amy up and strode out of the room. He ignored the catcalls and cheers.
“What are you doing?” She smacked him. “You are supposed to kiss me and then we’re supposed to go to the reception.”
He stopped on his way to the car. “Babe, if I had kissed you in there I wouldn’t have been able to stop. I need to kiss you somewhere where I can rip that dress off and fuck you every way I can think of.” He grinned as he saw the spark in her eye he loved so much, “And there’s no fuckin’ way we’re making it to the reception.”