Broken Hill Honor (Broken Hill High 5.5)

“Sorry,” Jesse laughs. “You’re married to him now and that means that you stand by each other. For better or worse.”

“No. I take it all back,” she panics.

“Come on, man,” I say, shaking my head and hoping this is all a bluff. “Leave her out of this.”

“Send me the dry cleaning bill,” he tells me before reaching for a bottle of champagne and popping the cork. Champagne flies from the top and within seconds Tora and I are being drenched from head to toe by all the guys.

Tora squeals, but the laughter is pouring out of her and I have to be grateful that she’s not like all the other girls. Most of them would be in tears by now that their dress was ruined, but not my girl. She’s probably waiting to be cut from the chair so she can get him back.

When the boys finally run out of confetti and whipped cream, they set us free, and just as I had expected, Tora runs for Jesse. He squeals like a little bitch as he takes off down the lake, but I just promised my girl that I would give her anything she wanted and if getting revenge on that little turd is what she wants, then that’s what she’s going to get.

I take off after them with the sound of the guests’ laughter behind me.

Jesse turns the corner and comes back up the lake not realizing I’m right behind them. His eyes widen as Tora laughs out in victory. I grab him a second later and tackle him into the water.

Tora comes in right after us and propels herself onto Jesse’s back, sending the three of us down into the cold water, completely soaking us all. I don’t mind though as it gives me a chance to get the champagne, cream, and confetti off of Tora.

Jesse grunts and groans as he trudges out of the water towards Kaylah who’s howling with laughter to the point that she’s crossing her legs, terrified of wetting her pants. The other girls are hurrying down to the water’s edge with towels, telling me they had all known and prepared for something like this to happen. Though, I shouldn’t be surprised where Jesse is concerned.

I take Tora’s hand and go to lead her out of the water only she tugs on it, pulling me back. My arm curls around her waist as she tilts her chin up to me. “Thank you,” she murmurs as water drips from her hair and off her face. “I’m having the best night of my life.”

I duck my face down to meet hers and capture her lips between mine. I kiss her with everything I’ve got, holding her close, and not for a second letting her get away. I pull back and let my lips hover just above hers. “I fucking love you so much,” I tell her. “You’re the best goddamn thing that has ever happened to me. Tonight should be the best night of your life, but I promise you this is only the beginning. Every day is going to get better.

A brilliant smile spreads across her face as she pushes up on her tippy toes and curls her arm around my neck. “I can’t wait.”

I kiss her again as I scoop her out of the water and carry her up to the shore bridal style. The second my feet hit the sand, the girls start pulling her out of my arms and throw a towel around her while doing their best to salvage her dress. Confetti continues to get plucked out of her hair while Brooke does her best to fix up her makeup. Tora’s hair is pretty much fucked for the night, but she doesn’t give a shit. She’s not here to care about her hair, she’s here to celebrate us.

I dry off as best I can, pleased that tonight isn’t a cold night, otherwise, that would have seriously fucked up my mood. Seeing my new wife shivering on her wedding night would have really pissed me off. Though, I have a feeling Jesse would have taken that into account when he planned all this shit. He probably has a plan B through Z.

I take Tora’s hand and lead her back up to the party where everyone is drinking champagne and having a great time. Her parents are on the dance floor; while my mom is hurrying around from table to table making sure everyone signs the guest book and writes a little something for us to look back on in the future.

Brylee is going around with a camera, taking shot after shot while Elle is looking at Jackson as though she’s about to throw him down and give him a lap dance. Maybe it’s time for her to be cut off from the bar.