Quinn

“If we’re going to the courthouse, why do I have to be blindfolded?” Jenna huffed as she crossed her arms. I stifled a laugh and put my hand on her thigh.

“Just trust me, baby.”

It was a twenty-minute drive from our house to our final destination, and Jenna fidgeted for every one of them. She was so fucking adorable, and I couldn’t wait to finally be able to call her my wife.

I turned off of the highway onto a small road that led to a tiny white house. It was no bigger than a typical master bedroom, only enough room to fit, at most, five to eight people. But, it was freshly painted and well kept, with beautiful landscaping and a trellis off to the side.

After parking the car, I hopped out and went around to Jenna’s side. I opened the door and lifted her out of her seat to set her on the ground. I couldn’t resist her sweet lips and bent my head to take her mouth in a deep kiss. It quickly heated up and my hand slid from her waist to her ass, molding her body against mine.

“Ahem.”

We broke apart at the awkward cough, and I smiled sheepishly at the older man standing in the open door of the little house.

I untied Jenna’s blindfold and turned her around.

“Welcome to the Atlanta Wedding Chapel, I’m your officiant, Tom,” the man said with a smile.

Jenna’s head twisted to look at me with raised brows.

“You didn’t want a courthouse wedding, and I didn’t want to wait for the fancy one. I decided to find a compromise. I’ve driven by this place a few times and looked it up. It’s meant for small weddings. And when I called, I got lucky because they happened to have the afternoon open.”

“We are already decorated for our evening ceremony, too,” Tom added. “Shall we get started?”

Jenna’s eyes twinkled as she pivoted to face me and went up on her tip toes to brush a kiss over my lips. “You’re pretty awesome, you know that?”

“I’d do anything for you, baby.” I opened the back door of the SUV and grabbed two garment bags that had been laid across the seat. Handing one to her, I pecked her mouth, then turned her around and patted her ass to get her moving. “Now, go get changed.”

Tom backed up and gestured for us to enter. The room was set up like a miniature chapel. A single bench seat flanked an aisle that was only about ten feet long. It ended at a raised platform with a white alter and an arch covered in white flowers.

“The bathroom has a dressing area and it’s over there, to your left,” Tom informed Jenna. Smiling brightly, she thanked him and hurried over, disappearing behind the dark, wooden door.

He pointed to a corner of the room that was shielded by a trifold screen. “You can change over there.”

I nodded and made my way over, quickly discarding my jeans and Henley for the tux inside the garment bag. When I was ready to go, I stepped out and stepped over to the alter. It wasn’t long before I heard a door creak open and looked up.

Holy Fuck.

Jenna entered the room wearing a long, silky, white gown. It was strapless, showing off her gorgeous shoulders and elegant neck. It molded to her body until it reached her hips, then flowed all the way to the ground. Her brown hair was swept up in a loose bun thing and diamonds sparkled in her ears. She looked like an angel. More perfect than I could have ever imagined when the sales lady helped me pick out the dress.

Her smile was brilliant as she walked over to stand in front of me. “Looking good, Mr. Evans,” she teased.

I swallowed hard, fighting sweeping waves of emotion. “You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, soon-to-be Mrs. Evans,” I choked out.

Her face softened, and the love shining brightly from her green eyes made warmth bloom in my chest and contentment spread throughout. Finally, she was about to be mine.

Tom moved into place and took us through a short but sweet ceremony. I made a mental note to tip the man for skipping all the boring stuff. Then, he pronounced us man and wife. I gathered Jenna into my arms and kissed her with every ounce of love in my heart.

“You’re mine,” I sighed against her lips.

“Damn straight,” she giggled.

* * *

“It’s a good thing you’ve got another wedding dress,” I growled as I held Jenna’s hand and drew her into the bedroom of our hotel suite.

“What?” she asked with a laugh.

“This dress is sexy as fuck, baby. I’ll try not to tear it, but I make no guarantees because I intend to fuck you in it.”

Her eyes turned molten and her lips slid into a seductive smile. “Wait until you see what’s underneath it.”

My mouth crushed down on hers as my hands slid into her hair, dislodging the pins so it flowed down around my hands.

A part of me knew I should be gentle. It was our wedding night, and I should be making love to my wife. That would be round two I decided as my cock wept for release. Slowly, I backed her up until we hit a wall.

I tugged down the top of her dress until her tits popped free and latched onto one rosy nipple while toying with the other. She tunneled her hands into my hair, yanking roughly on the strands when I bit her hard peak. I switched my mouth to her opposite breast and sucked it hard, pinching the other. Jenna cried out and her head fell back, bumping against the wall as she came. Her tits had become incredibly sensitive since getting pregnant, and it didn’t take much to set her off.

Kissing her again, I unbuckled my pants and liberated my aching cock. Then I dropped to my knees and put my hands under her skirt, running them up her smooth legs until I reached—

“What exactly do you have on under this dress?” I asked gruffly, feeling only naked flesh under my fingertips.

“Nothing,” she panted.

Motherfucker. I bunched Jenna’s skirt up around her waist. “Hold this up,” I demanded. When she complied, I grabbed her ass and bought my mouth to her bare pussy. I licked up the seam before plunging my tongue inside her. She bucked and moaned, fueling my desire to make her come. I worked her through another orgasm, then surged to my feet.

I still had a tight grip on her ass and used it to lift her up and impale her on my swollen cock. Our cries mingled with the pounding of our hearts and I stilled to let her adjust to my size, as well as to savor the moment.

“Now, Quinn,” she commanded in a breathy voice. It was adorable and unbelievably sexy at the same time.

“You want me to move, baby?” I teased. The joke was on me when she squeezed her inner muscles and snapped my control. I slammed into her, bottoming out very time. “Fuck yes! Squeeze me with your tight little pussy, Jenna. Fucking suck me dry when I come.”

“Oh yes! I’m so close!” she stuttered.

“I can feel it, baby,” I grunted. “I can feel your muscles gripping me. Just hold on a little longer.”

“I can’t I—fuck! Yes!”

Her pussy was strangling my cock and with every drag against her walls, I spiraled higher. “Come, baby,” I whispered in her ear, and she clamped around me like a fucking vice as she screamed. I could barely pull out for one last thrust and when I was embedded to the root again, I followed her into oblivion.

Later that night, after I’d made love to my wife, worshipped every inch of her body, I watched her sleep, cuddled in my arms. My eyes dropped to her left hand as it rested against my chest. The diamond sparkled, but it was the platinum band nestled up against it that had a smile gracing my face. It matched the one on my left ring finger. They announced to the world that she was mine and I was hers.