“You’re not so bad yourself.” Her brown eyes darkened as her gaze swept down my body and back up again. “Dang, I almost forgot how hot you were while I was getting ready.”
I loved how open she was about her attraction to me. It was sexy as fuck. Pulling her close, I devoured her mouth in a deep kiss. I didn’t pull away until the officiant cleared his throat behind us. After aiming a glare his way, I led Addilyn over and turned to face him with her hand still held in mine.
“Don’t forget these,” Amanda whispered as she thrust a big bouquet of pale purple roses into Addilyn’s free hand.
She lifted them to her nose and inhaled deeply. “They’re beautiful. Thank you.”
“Don’t thank me.” Amanda waved off her gratitude with a smile. “Knox is the one who picked them out while you were getting changed.”
Addilyn’s plump lips curved up in a pleased grin as she turned to me. “Thanks, hubby-to-be.”
Knowing she was going to be my wife in the next five to ten minutes had my cock pressing hard against my zipper. I was going to have a hell of a time keeping it in my pants tonight, but I had no doubt the wait would be worth it when she was sober in the morning, and I could finally sink inside her hot little pussy. “You’re welcome, baby.” Giving in to the temptation my gorgeous bride presented, I brushed my lips over hers again. “I’m glad you like them.”
Her smile widens. “What’s not to like about two dozen of my favorite roses wrapped with a ribbon that matches my dress?”
Amanda mumbled something about me being a flower thief under her breath, and I scowled at her. When she looked like she was ready to back out of the chapel, I tempered my expression. The last thing I needed was for her to go running because then I’d need to hunt down someone else to witness our marriage. I didn’t want to run the risk of Addilyn having time to change her mind, so I flashed an apologetic smile at Amanda.
In all fairness, I had commandeered the flowers that had been meant for a ceremony tomorrow. I had also ordered her to sneak a peek at the dress Addilyn had picked out to make sure the bouquet went with it. Then I’d stood over her shoulder while she put it together to make sure everything was perfect for my bride. I was willing to admit that I’d been an asshole, especially considering she was going to need to get replacement flowers for the other couple, but I also knew I’d do it again if Addilyn’s beaming smile was my reward. I was more than willing to go to whatever lengths it took to make her happy.
Amanda held her position next to Addilyn, and the officiant started the ceremony. When he got to the part about exchanging rings, my beautiful bride’s smile faltered. “Oh, no! Is our marriage still legal if we skip that part because we don’t have any—”
Her brown eyes widened in shock and her words trailed off when she spotted the jewelry box I’d just taken out of my pocket. After flipping the box open with my thumb, I pulled the bridal set out so I was ready to slide it onto Addilyn’s finger.
“Whoa! Where did you get those?” Addilyn gasped, peering down at the three-carat oval diamond engagement ring and matching diamond-studded wedding band in awe.
“I made a call to the jeweler while you were shopping for a dress and had them dropped off when you were getting ready,” I explained.
“Double whoa! I had no idea it was possible to just call up for something like these.” She traced her fingertip over the platinum band of the engagement ring.
Amanda looked at the bouquet before saying, “With the power Knox has around here, he can snap his fingers and get pretty much anything he wants.”
“Like me,” Addilyn giggled, swaying on her feet toward me.
Knowing my bride was still drunk as hell, I gave the officiant a look to let him know to get on with the ceremony. I slid my rings on her finger at the appropriate time. Then I reached into my other pocket when he mentioned my ring. It was also platinum with a satin finish and beveled edges. I’d asked for the biggest width and thickness available because I was damn proud to wear a symbol of our commitment to each other for everyone to see.
“You really pulled out all the stops,” Addilyn murmured as she slid my ring onto my finger.
“Damn straight, I did.” As soon as she suggested we get married tonight, I’d run with it. Each time my conscience reared its head, telling me that I shouldn’t take advantage of Addilyn’s drunken idea, I forced it down and reminded myself that the truth came out when people were drunk. She wouldn’t have thought of marrying me unless she actually wanted to. Plus, I would’ve talked her into it soon enough if she hadn’t suggested it tonight. She was meant to be my wife. Period.