Finally, Willa and Jack came to a stop in front of me. Preacher Gale asked who was giving her away and Jack replied, “Her mother and I do.”
When he placed Willa’s hand in mine, it was all I could do not to pull her to me and kiss her. She looked like my version of Heaven. Dressed in a simple silver wedding dress with no jewelry except for the pearl drop earrings our parents had bought together and given to her last night.
I opened my mouth to speak, and my voice cracked. Willa chuckled as I cleared my throat. “You look…beautiful. So beautiful.”
Her cheeks turned a soft pink, and I couldn’t help but think about how they were the same color only a few hours ago, when I’d snuck into her room and taken her against the wall like a freaking savage.
Willa’s cheeks burned brighter, and I wondered if she was remembering earlier as well. She dug her teeth into her lower lip for a brief moment before saying, “You look very handsome, Mr. O’Hara.”
Ben reached out and touched one of the curls on top of her head.
“Hello, my sweet boy!” Willa said as she tickled him on the tummy. That caused him to bury his face in my chest and laugh. Then he stretched his arms up and hugged me around the neck as he said, “Dada.”
Which made my princess immediately start crying.
“Don’t cry, angel,” I said, wiping her tears away.
“They’re happy tears. So very happy.”
Willa reached up and kissed me on the mouth as both Hunter and Pastor Gale cleared their throats.
“Jumping ahead, guys,” Hunter stated wryly, as soft chuckles rang out through the room.
The wedding ceremony went by in a blink of an eye. I kept stealing glances at my beautiful bride throughout, only to have Hunter poke or elbow me when Pastor Gale asked something I was supposed to answer. All I really wanted to do was get Willa alone to myself and explore what was under that dress. I hadn’t gotten that great of a look earlier. All I had seen was her rolling on a pair of stockings and clipping them with a garter belt, and that was that.
When the pastor announced that it was now time to kiss the bride, I turned and handed Ben to Hunter, before cupping the face of my stunning wife and kissing her. I heard cheers, and then I felt Hunter poke at me again when I deepened the kiss.
“Dude, seriously, she’s still my sister and the whole town is watching you suck her face off.”
Willa laughed and stepped back as we intertwined our hands and faced everyone. Cheers rang out as Hunter yelled, “Mr. and Mrs. O’Hara…finally!”
The moment we walked into the hotel room we had booked in Boston, Willa fell back onto the bed.
“I’m exhausted! My cheeks hurt from smiling so much!” she said with a giggle.
I loosened my tie and pulled it off, tossing it onto a chair. “I hope you’re not too tired; I still have to give you my wedding gift.”
Willa raised up onto her elbows and wiggled her brows. “I thought you gave it to me before the wedding.”
I frowned. “That was not a gift. That was a man horny as hell after seeing his future bride looking sexy as sin.”
Willa reached down and pulled up her dress to reveal one of her legs and a garter belt holding her thigh high stockings on.
“Trust me, I saw it when I slipped your little fake garter belt thingy off to throw. And what do you think about Hunter catching it?”
Willa laughed. “He didn’t catch it, it landed in his drink!”
I chuckled and slipped my jacket off. “If that isn’t a sign, I don’t know what is.”
Sitting up, Willa’s face grew serious. “Aiden, has Arabella ever spoken to you about her past or something that might have happened to her in college?”
That caught me by surprise. “Arabella? No, why?”
She chewed on her lip and then shook her head. “No reason. I really wish she and Hunter would just admit they have feelings for each other.”
“Considering how long it took us to get together, I feel like I have zero room to comment on that.”
With a shrug, she went on. “The way they both look at each other… But there’s something Arabella is hiding.”
“Hiding?” I asked. I toed off my shoes and kicked them to the side, then worked on my pants.
“Yeah, but I’ll think about it later. Right now, I do believe my husband is stripping in front of me.”
“And I do believe I want a closer look at what’s under that dress of yours.”
Willa batted her eyes and placed her hand over her chest. “Why, you wicked man.”
I nearly popped all the buttons on my shirt as I pulled it off and practically dove onto my wife.