“I leave for a month, then come home to your wedding.” Luc is shaking his head as we watch the festivities happening within the grand ballroom of the Golden Crest Hotel and Casino.

I grin. Luc arrived today just in time for the wedding ceremony. Now everyone’s halfway drunk, dancing the night away, including Leigh’s parents and relatives who are having the time of their lives. The Spencers came to Vegas in full force.

“It’s about time we reproduce, brother.”

Luc snorts. “No, thanks. You do the honors. After all, you’re older.”

I don’t mind the dig. I didn’t know, but I’d subconsciously longed to have my own family. I felt the most powerful urge when I met Leigh. I can’t wait to start our brood. I hope she’s already carrying one in her belly. With the frequency of how I shoot my load inside her, I’d be shocked if she’s not pregnant next month.

Leigh’s laughter waft toward us.

“Where did you meet her?” Luc asks thoughtfully, momentarily glancing in her direction.

“At the club.”

He looks at me in horror. “The Boudoir?”

I chuckle. “The Luxuria, idiot.”

“Isn’t she too young for you?”

I throw him a hard look. “She’s old enough. In fact, you’d be surprised at what goes on in that pretty head if hers.”

He grins at me knowingly. “I just bet. She got you KO’d in the first round, I can tell. She’s proudly wearing your precious title now. Mrs. O’Riordan.” He shakes his head as if in wonder. “I have the feeling you’re never going to get it back.”

I pick a flower from the table arrangement and throw it at him. He ducks, chuckling. “Asshole,” I grumble good-naturedly. Fuck, I’ve missed this motherfucker.

“Seriously, she’s lovely, Bron. A Spencer, too. Not bad, brother.”

“I know.” My wife laughs again. I’ll recognize her laughter anywhere, even with my eyes closed. It’s the sound I could probably never live without now. “Did I tell you that she was engaged to Bill Peyton last month?”

“The fuck…?”

“Yup, I stole her at the altar as she was about to say ‘I do’. You’ve been holing up in Macau for far too long you missed my grand comeback in the rags.”

Luc’s mouth is agape. “Wait, there’s more you’re not telling me, are you?”

“Leigh has a proposal about Peyton—“

My brother stares at me then bursts out in a laugh. “I’ll be damned. You’ve been pussy-whipped, brother. Next thing I hear, she’s commandeering the flagship.”

I just grunt in response.

We both see Leigh coming toward our table, breathtakingly beautiful in her wedding gown. She sits on my lap in a heap of white, looping her arms around my neck. “What were you two laughing about.”

“Uhh…”

“I was just telling him how lucky he is, Leigh.”

Leigh smiles at Luc sweetly, and my brother turns to putty in her hands.

Then she turns to me, tracing my lower lip with her forefinger. “I’d like to hear him say that after a year of…wedded bliss.”

My cock sure knows her magic words now, even the cheesy ones. It’s jerking into attention at the sound of ‘bliss’.

If my brother weren’t sitting there watching us, I’d suck her digit. My hand would disappear in between the thick folds of her wedding gown, and no one would be any the wiser.

Before I could carry out my perverted thoughts, Leigh’s parents come to our table and sit with us.

“So Luc, are you married?” Mrs. Spencer asks.

“Uh, no, ma’am.”

“How old are you?”

“Thirty-five, ma’am.”

“Mom, quit bugging Luc,” Leigh chides her mother teasingly.

Mrs. Spencer tut-tuts. “We should find him a lovely young woman.”

“I’m too busy for that, Mrs. Spencer,” Luc replies, amused.

“Nonsense. Nobody should be too busy for love. Look at your brother. Happy as a clam.”

Luc bursts out laughing. “I can very well see that.”

“Luc, tell me about Macau. Bron mentioned that you’re building a casino there,” Congressman Spencer pipes in, finding an opportunity to talk shop.

I watch my brother who’s now caught in my in-laws’ opportunistic web with mild amusement. My new wife is especially embarrassed about it, but Luc and I might just find it lucrative, business-wise, to be related to a Spencer, after all. Having relatives roaming the halls of Capitol Hill or the White House is always an advantage.

While they chatter away, my perverted thoughts become wicked intentions.

My hand slowly creeps under the heavy layers of my bride’s gown, homing in between her legs. I feel the tops of her stockings and its suspenders.

Her eyes widen at me. I grin and whisper in her ear. “Poker face, baby.”

Snaking past her panties, my fingers trace her petal-soft slit, discreetly sucking in my breath when I encounter her wetness. She squirms in my lap, but she carefully opens her legs to give my hand more access. Thank fuck for this gown with its ridiculous design, I can do my wicked deeds while she pretends to be paying attention to the conversation on the table.

I rub her clit using her cream as lube. My cock is a steel pipe poking at her ass. I’m so hard I’m imagining it boring a hole in my pants, past her gown and straight into her pussy. I slip two fingers inside her, and I almost groan out loud at her tightness.

Fuck, I’m leaking now.

She looks at me, biting her lip, glaring at me, but doesn’t dare make a telling sound that will give us away.

Luc clears his throat. “Children, I think it’s time to retire to the bridal suite.”

Leigh looks mortified. I grin. “Good idea, brother.”

I stand up with my bride in my arms.

“With your permission, sir, ma’am?” I ask my new in-laws.

Her clueless, tipsy parents happily bid us goodnight.

“You stay and take care of the guests, brother.”

“Hey!” Luc protests but I’m already walking away with my bride.

“And what do you have in mind, my love?” my wife asks me teasingly as we exit the ballroom. She knows exactly what I have in mind. I can smell her passion for me, intoxicating me like the most potent drug.

“To fuck your brains out for the first time.”

“But you already did.”

“Not as your husband.”

She touches my cheek. “My loving, loyal, faithful husband,” she states sweetly.

I know it’s a command. A command I’m just so willing to obey to the letter.

I stare into her eyes, repeating my vows.

“Yes. Your loving, loyal, faithful husband.”

She smiles, lighting me up from inside out.

I practically run toward the private elevator. Thank fuck, I can afford this luxury. I don’t even wait for the doors to close. I back her on the wall, and rearrange my fly, impatiently pushing yards and yards of voluminous fabrics out of my way, cussing the designer now.

I lift her legs to wrap around my waist.

Snaking my hand under her ass, I guide my cock to her sopping wet entrance and pierce her to the hilt. Her pussy welcomes me, embracing me sweetly.

We both cry out in relief, but it’s not enough. Never enough.

I support her ass, and she holds on to me as I jack her hard and fast, pushing her up and down the wall, her cries of pleasure spurring me to go deeper and deeper. She’s so tight, so fucking hot and sweet and I’m not going to last.

“Tell me you love me,” I rasp in her lips.

“I love love love you!” she utters feverishly. “Oh God, Bron…Ohhh!”

She comes hard around my cock, her tightness going impossibly tighter, demanding my surrender.

I kiss her, groaning into her lips as my orgasm takes me, hurtling me toward the highest high.

“I just love fucking you in wedding gowns,” I murmur lazily moments later.

She makes a purring sound. “That can always be arranged, husband.”

“Promise, my goddess?”

“Promise.”