“Ladies and Gentleman, please welcome Mr. and Mrs. Herrington.”

There’s a wave of sound and cheering from our friends as we appear in the gorgeous ballroom of the Emerald Hotel in Las Vegas. It seemed like an appropriate place to hold the wedding, and the place is so beautiful, I can’t imagine a better venue for our reception.

Will’s hand is in mine, and neither of us can stop smiling. My friends swarm me, Anna, Elizabeth, and Naomi all in their bridesmaid dresses, chattering about how beautiful the ceremony was. It feels like a fairytale. I don’t have time to talk long. I’m swept into the reception line with Will, and there are so many people that I can barely register all their faces. I’m mostly aware of Will’s hand on my waist, of when he looks down at me and smiles, of when his hand brushes mine sending electric sparks along my skin.

Mr. Herrington Sr. comes through the reception line. We’ve met once before, and it’s clear he was hoping that his son would marry someone a little more high class. He’s not the friendliest person, but I have a feeling that I can win him over with time. I’ve got plenty of it, he and the family are stuck with me now. But Will’s sister and I are practically best friends, and I couldn’t ask for a better sister-in-law.

When the long line of people finally ends, Will escorts me to our table. “I’m starving.”

“Me too. Let me grab us some food. It’ll be faster since I’m not the one in the giant dress.”

I laugh. “Kind of you.”

He kisses me on the forehead. “I’ll be right back.”

It feels so good to sit down. No one tells you how just how exhausting your own wedding can be. My mom, who’s seated at a table right in front of me waves to get my attention, then she points to the door. There, standing at the door, is Laura. I sent her an invitation, but I didn’t expect her to come. I gesture for my mother to bring her over to the corner of the room. I haven’t spoken to Laura since her engagement party, and if there’s going to be a scene I don’t want it to be in the middle of the ballroom. She looks down as I approach.

“Hi.”

“Hey,” she says. “I hope it’s okay that I’m here.”

“I did invite you.”

Her hands are twisting together, like she’s nervous. “I’m not with Wyatt anymore,” she says. “He left. Someone new, I guess.”

I reach out and put my hand on her shoulder. “I’m sorry.”

“You shouldn’t be,” she says, “I’m the one who needs to apologize. I was an ass. I was so caught up in what I thought was love that I couldn’t see what an idiot he was or what a terrible sister I was. I’m sorry that I had any part in hurting you like that.”

“Thank you,” I say. “But I’m okay. Really. Obviously,” I grin. “Try to think of this as a lesson learned and a bullet dodged that you’re not with that asshole.”

“God, he really was, wasn’t he?”

We both laugh, and for the first time she meets my eyes. “I’ve missed you.” I pull her in for a hug. “I’m glad you came. Try to have fun. Try to forget for a little bit, okay?”

“Okay,” she says.

I glance back and see that Will has our food. “I’m going to go because I’m starving, but I’ll see you on the dance floor in a little while.”

The food is delicious, and it feels like everything is playing in fast forward. We cut the cake and I manage to get a little bit of frosting on Will’s nose before he catches my wrist. I throw my bouquet, dance with Will and my father, and then my mother and my sister. Then it’s dark outside and I’m starting to fade.

Will appears behind me, pulling me back against him. “Want to get out of here?” he asks.

“Yes please,” and just like that, all of my tiredness is gone. Even in the months that we’ve been together, our hunger for each other hasn’t faded. Will looks damn good in his tuxedo, and I’d make him wear it forever if I didn’t know what was underneath that tux.

“Do we make an announcement, or just disappear?”

“If we make an announcement,” I say, “there will be another half hour of goodbyes.”

He nods. “That’s a good point.”

“And I know you can’t want to see what’s underneath this.” I’ve been teasing him for weeks about my wedding lingerie—a confection of silk and lace and a corset that make my boobs look twice as big and my waist twice as small.

“No announcement it is.” He grabs my hand and tugs me through the doors of the ballroom before anyone has a chance to notice. We run like maniacs across the lobby of the hotel, laughing, my dress flying behind us. We slip into an open elevator, and Will presses the button before he kisses me. Just like the last time we were here, we fog the mirrors.

The room we walk into has walls of windows, and a giant bed, and a table… “Is this the room?”

Will grins a little sheepishly. “I thought it would be fun to revisit it, since it was technically our first wedding night. The second wedding night should be here too.”

I laugh. “That’s oddly sweet.”

“Now let me help you out of that dress.”

I turn, and he starts to work on the many small pearl buttons that line my back. Little by little the dress loosens, and then collapses into a giant pile of white silk. I step out of it and turn to face Will where he’s frozen in place, staring at me. I have sparkly heels on. The corset is attached to lacy garters and stockings, and just like he prefers, I’m not wearing any panties. “Worth the wait?”

“Hell yes,” he says, shrugging out of his suit jacket and then his shirt. “You know what else today means,” he says.

I shiver with anticipation, “Yes.”

We agreed that after the public marriage, we’d start to go without condoms. I haven’t forgotten the way he felt in that shed, the skin-on-skin friction delicious in an entirely different way.

Las Vegas is laid out in front of us and it’s beautiful. I didn’t get to enjoy the view last time. This time I’m totally sober. I look back and find Will on his knees. He presses me back into the window, spreading my legs and licking into me. “If I had known you were wearing this without any panties we would have left a lot sooner,” he says between licks on my clit. I can’t respond. He knows exactly what I like, and how to make me come, or hold me on the edge.

I melt into the glass of the window, feeling vertigo from the pleasure and the fact that there’s nothing but air behind me. His tongue is magic, working me in circles until I’m panting, forcing my hips closer to his mouth, but he doesn’t let me come. He strips the rest of his clothing off and stands. “Not yet, I want Las Vegas to see my filthy, slutty wife.” The smile on his face is nothing but love and mischief. Hands on my waist, he turns me to face the window and places my hands against it. “Now everyone can see if they look up.”

He doesn’t give me a warning as he thrusts inside in one long stroke, and I cry out. It’s just like I remember, the feeling of him with nothing between us. A gush of wetness and even more arousal runs down my legs and Will groans. “You’re so fucking hot.”

My lips are pressed to the window, and the heat of his body contrasted with the cold of the glass makes my head spin. He doesn’t stop pounding into me with a need that is pure desire and fury. I don’t want him to stop, I want more, and that’s what I tell him. I ask him for everything, and every slick thrust sends me closer. His fingers are digging into my hips, pulling me against him even as he plunges deep, and I’m so close, almost there.

Will stiffens, his body going rigid as he comes. Warmth fills me as he comes and it’s all I need. I fall over the edge, and I feel like I’m falling off of this building and into a cloud of sheer pleasure. I’m shaking with it, gasping. There aren’t any words to describe it except yes and more and please.

His cock jerks inside me as he comes, filling me for the first time. Even though we’ve been together like this for so long, there’s something about it that feels even closer. He’s a part of me now and I’m a part of him. Will pulls me away from the window and carries me to the bed. “I love you.”

“I love you too,” I say, closing my eyes.

There’s a soft chuckle and I feel his lips on the skin above my breasts. “Are you going to sleep?”

“It’s been a long day,” I admit.

He nods. “But what kind of husband would I be if I didn’t pleasure you your entire wedding night?” He draws a finger down my corset. “Especially when I have so much more unwrapping of you to do.”

“Hmm,” I make a faux noncommittal sound, as if I would ever turn down a night entirely revolving around my pleasure. “I’m afraid, dear husband, that you’ll have to make it very worth my while.”

“Don’t worry, Mrs. Herrington, I will.”

* * *

Join Penny's Wyldcats for bonus content, sexy behind-the-scenes looks and more!

And come say hi on Facebook!