Everyone laughed and cheered.
This was it. The last thing I would ever need in this life.
Chapter Fifty-Four
Sawyer
On shaky legs, I stood in front of the love of my life. Knoah held Dylan as the preacher said, “I pronounce you husband and wife.”
Kurt wasted no time, dipping me dramatically in a kiss.
I was married. To the man of my dreams. Treasuring the taste of my husband, I never wanted this kiss to end.
As he stood and drew me up, everyone cheered. This was perfect. Beyond anything I could have planned or organized because, with all this effort, I knew Kurt wanted this. It was simple and not overdone.
Dylan reached for me and I took him in my arms. “Daddy doesn’t have to torment you any longer. We’re married.”
Kurt fist-bumped Dylan, who gave him a toothless grin. “Thanks for being my wingman.”
With my thumb under his lip, I made Dylan talk. “Anytime, Dad.”
My life was perfect.
* * *
In the second bedroom of our suite, the hotel had set up a crib. I laid a sleeping Dylan on the mattress and watched him for a second. Feeling the love well up inside me, it was still hard for me to fathom how my parents could have treated me the way they did. I couldn’t imagine ever doing such a thing to my child. Ever.
What would all the investigations unveil? I was nervous to know the full extent. That was not something I wanted to think about on my wedding night.
Hands wrapped around my waist. In a soft voice, Kurt whispered, “It’s hard to believe we made him together.”
“I know. It seems like a lifetime ago when I found out. I was terrified, but now I couldn’t imagine life without him.”
I turned and wrapped my hands around his neck. “And now we’re married. Does it feel any different?”
“I feel totally complete now. It’s not that I thought something was missing, but everything just feels right.”
And it did. “I agree.”
Kurt’s hands began to roam, and his lips found my neck. “And now Daddy wants some alone time with Mommy.”
“Yes.”
Silently, Kurt led me out of Dylan’s bedroom and into ours. The lights had been turned down. Kurt traced his lips around my jaw, murmuring, “Mrs. Hendrix.”
Calling me that amped up my desire. I leaned back, giving him more access to my neck. The belt on my robe was tugged open while his warm hands glided ever so lightly to my panties. The barely there touches nearly drove me mad.
Kurt stopped and took a step back. “Holy hell.”
I let the robe drop off my shoulders to reveal my lingerie gift from Knoah—sheer bra and panties with ruffles. Taking a step back, I turned and heard a low growl deep within Kurt. On my ass, in rhinestones, it read “Mrs. Rockstar.”
Kurt rushed to me, pulling my back to his front. His fingers ran up my body where they played with my nipples. Pushing my ass into him, I felt his cock hard against me.
“I wanted to take it slow with you. Treasure you as my wife.”
“Pity. I hoped you’d fuck me hard and then make love to me.”
I waited for his response. Finally, I had my answer when Kurt hummed, “Get on the bed.”