Was I standing in the right place? I felt like it was the right place, but Sabrina’s mother was giving me a sort of confused stare from the front pew, Colum sitting at her side.

“Con.” I stage-whispered to my best man.

“What?” He wore sunglasses, and he should have looked like a total douche in them, but instead he was cool as shit.

“Am I standing in the wrong spot or something? Nikita is giving me the eye.” I turned to glance at him.

Con’s lips twisted into a smirk. “Where you’re standing is fine, but you’ve got lipstick smeared all over your chin.”

“Oh, shit.” I reached up and rubbed my chin and my lips.

“You’re not supposed to fuck the bride before the wedding. Bad luck or some shit,” Con intoned as the priest gave me a hard glare.

“No, I’m not supposed to see the wedding dress. That’s the bad luck. I didn’t. She was naked.”

Peter leaned forward to peer past Con. “You fucked her in the church?”

I finished wiping my face clean. “God didn’t mind. It was like he was getting some free Skinemax all up in his house.”

The priest’s face went from displeased to full-on constipated.

Charlie shushed us, her delicate features highlighted by white hydrangeas in her hair.

Con lowered his sunglasses and took her in from head to toe. “I’ll deal with you after the ceremony.”

Charlie, color rising in her cheeks to match the pink of her dress, said quietly, “You’ll have to catch me first.”

Con laughed low in his throat. “Consider it done.”

David shifted his large frame, his tux probably straining to stay together at the seams. “It’s ten minutes past time. What the hell are we waiting—”

The organist began to play, and the full-to-the-brim cathedral quieted. The stained-glass windows filtered the morning sun, and the hand-painted ceilings soared away from the rising congregation.

I watched as the vestibule doors opened, and then everything stopped. My ears rang, as if I were shell-shocked, as Sabrina—her dress some sort of lacey affair with long sleeves and a low neckline—practically floated down the aisle. Even through the veil, her face lit up as she saw me, each of her measured steps sending my heart into a faster gallop.

She was more beautiful than I could have even imagined, and it was hard to believe that she’d come here to marry me. For once, words failed me—even the profane ones—and all I could do was stand and watch my destiny approach.

I took her hand as she walked up the steps, and we stood face to face as the priest began speaking about the qualities of true love. His words fell on deaf ears. I already knew what true love was. She stood right in front of me, hope in her eyes and faith in me in her heart.

* * *

“What is taking so long?” I lay on the bed, my cock at full staff as I stared at the bathroom door.

As soon as the ceremony was over, I’d grabbed Sabrina, had our first dance at the reception hall, then whisked her away to our penthouse suite for the first night of our honeymoon. She’d been in the bathroom for at least ten minutes, and I was on the verge of crushing the door when it finally opened.

My eyes widened as she swept out wearing only her veil, her heels, and her wedding ring.

“Holy shit.”

She strutted in front of the bed, the sheer fabric tickling the hard buds of her nipples as the rest of the veil flowed out behind her. I rose and went to her, lifting the veil so I could kiss her cherry lips. She moaned as I palmed her tits and walked her back until she dropped on the bed.

Scooting her to the middle, I laid her out with her veil spread beneath her.

“I want to take a picture of this.”

“Nate!” She tried to sit up, but I pushed her back down.

“Okay, fine. A mental picture.”

She smiled and spread her legs wide. “Go ahead.”

Fuuuuck. “Forget the picture, I want a taste.” I bent my head to her pink pussy and gave her a long lick.

She lifted her hips, pressing her sweetness to my mouth. I licked her clit, rubbing my tongue all along her spot as she looked down at me, her gaze locked with mine. She moved to my rhythm, using my tongue to heighten her own pleasure. My cock throbbed, demanding I get inside my prize, but I wouldn’t give in, not until I had her worked into a frenzy.

After a few more minutes of my attention, her legs began to shake, her cries growing more desperate. I had her. Crawling up her soft body, I settled between her thighs and pushed inside her slowly, savoring each noise she made, each scratch of her fingernails as I claimed what was mine.

I wanted her to feel loved, to feel how much I needed her in each measured stroke. Her breathing grew heavier, her eyes heavy lidded as I worshipped her, kissing her lips, nibbling her neck, and working my way to her tits. I sucked a nipple into my mouth sliding my tongue across the taut skin as she arched for me. Wrapping my arm beneath her, I lifted her from the bed and took as much of her tit into my mouth as I could, then sucked her nipple until she writhed and bounced on my cock.

So much for my slow pace. I sped with her, my cock hardening even more as I pulled her on top of me. Her veil tickled my thighs as she rode me, chasing her pleasure and grinding on me as I smacked her ass. She moaned, loving the punishment as much as the reward. My palms hummed with the heat of my impacts as I spanked her some more, giving her that little edge of pain that she needed.

Watching her tits bounce and feeling her slick pussy work me was almost too much, but I stilled my hips, letting her do the work. She was a vision in white, a wedding wet dream that I would never forget. Each grinding surge of her on top of me had my balls pulling tighter, and I was ready to explode.

She dug her nails into my chest, her mouth open wide as her hips froze. God, she was so fucking hot when she came. I pushed up inside her as her pussy walls convulsed and her moans rolled through the room. I slammed her down on me, holding her in place as my cock kicked and shot my release inside her. Each burst of come pulled a grunt from me, and I kept my gaze on her the whole time, taking in each shudder and whimper as she rode the wave of her orgasm.

When she was spent, she collapsed on my chest. I eased my hands beneath her veil and rubbed her sweat-slick back.

“I think I’m dead.” Her breath came out in a whoosh.

I laughed and kissed her forehead. “That was just the first act. We have a lot more to go.”

She smiled against me, then dug her teeth into my pec.

“Mmm.” I reached down and palmed her ass. “That’s my girl.”

She rocked against me, my half-mast cock coming back to life. “I am, you know.”

“What?”

“Your girl.” She rested her elbows on my chest and stared down at me. “I always will be.”

“I know. I’m never letting you go.” I squeezed her ass. “I’m hoping that when you’re done with your law degree, I can retire and you can support me.”

She snickered, her eyes sparkling. “So you want to be a stay-at-home dad?”

My heart leapt. “You want kids?” We’d only ever discussed it in passing, and I didn’t want to pressure her into a family when she was so young. But, as always, she surprised me.

She nodded and rubbed her nose against mine in that special way of hers. “Not until after school, but yeah. I think it’d be great to have a little Nate running around with my good looks and your smart mouth.”

I didn’t think my life could get any sweeter, but with Sabrina, anything was possible. “I think you mean your smart mouth.”

She kissed me, her tongue tangling with mine. “You know you love it.”

I bit her bottom lip, savoring every last bit of her. “You got me.”

Her lips turned up in an unforgettable smirk. “Believe it.”