Chapter Eighteen
Harrison
Married.
I was married.
Sort of.
Kind of.
Mostly.
Legally.
Lucas whisked me off to the town clerk, Nan, who also was a justice of the peace. It turned out the license he had was legal only after I signed it in front of her. It was still amazing he’d managed to pull off that feat. She was all about rules, and I was pretty sure my not being there was a broken rule even if I came back to sign it, since she stamped it and all.
It was five minutes, in and out. Far from the romantic weddings of the movies but that worked for me. The way Lucas was beaming, I was pretty sure it worked for him as well.
Warren signed as our witness, along with Mrs. Hart who was there to get her tag renewed. She was a gossip, so I was pretty sure the entire town knew of our nuptials before we even got back to the restaurant to pick up his car.
“You’re coming back with me, right?” I asked. I still wasn’t even sure where all things stood. We’d gotten married, we’d both admitted feelings, yet we both agreed it was a test run. Lucas had promised me a real wedding five times on the way over. He said that as soon as I was sure, he would throw me the wedding of my dreams. All I had to do was let him know it was time. Little did he know that my dream wedding was a whirlwind romance, and in many ways that was exactly what this was. In other ways it was nothing like it.
“Should I check out of the hotel,” he asked as I pulled in beside his truck. Warren had already phoned the producer and said Lucas was sick and would not be in that day, privately telling me love sick counted. He seemed almost as excited as I felt and far less nervous. Of course, he wasn’t the one getting married.
It was adorable seeing the big strong self-assured alpha just a wee bit off-kilter, knowing that to him what I said mattered. That, to him, the ball was in my court. Not that I could turn him down. Not for long.
“Yes, please.” I cupped his cheek, wishing the stupid gear shift wasn’t between us.
“Done.” He opened his mouth and nipped my thumb. How was that hot? Because it had me wanting me to climb over that shift stick and onto his lap. “Do you want to come with or wait at home, or what do you want?”
“I want your knot.” My voice deepened. The things he did to me.
“Not here, I presume.” He quirked an eyebrow, my response very much to his liking from the way he bit the bottom corner of his lip.
“No.” I leaned in closer, whispering, “Inside of me, silly alpha.”
He groaned in response, his body falling back against the seat.
“You did that on purpose.”
“Of course I did.” And, given his response, I planned to do it again and again and again.
“Hotel, it is.” He leaned across the seat, stealing a quick kiss. “Meet me?”
“Try and stop me—husband.”
That earned me another groan before he climbed out of the truck and got into his car. We were at the hotel in only a few minutes because—Mapleville is about that big. He was at my door before I’d managed to unbuckle the seat belt.
“Thanks.” I took his proffered hand after he opened my door.
“Anytime.” He pulled me into a hug before pulling back and shutting the truck door. “This doesn’t have a back seat.”
“This I know.” It was an ancient truck. Of course it didn’t. But it was gorgeous and ran beautifully so it was perfect in my eyes.
“We need a minivan.” He nodded before taking my hand and attempting to lead me to the hotel entrance.
“You did not just say that.” I kept my feet firmly planted. A minivan. As if.
“Babies require gear.”
I knew in the back of my mind that I was going to need to get a new vehicle for the baby. But a minivan? That never once crossed my mind.
“An SUV?” I counter offered.
“Minivan.” He nodded before heading toward the door with me in tow. This time I allowed it. Maybe minivans had gotten cooler?
“I thought you wanted to get lucky,” I teased.
“I already did.” He squeezed my hand just as we entered the lobby.
We couldn’t get through there fast enough and before I knew it, I was pressed against the closed door inside his room, his body was flush against mine, his lips owning mine. It wasn’t enough, and I began to yank at his clothing as he held.” He spoke between his kisses, his mouth never more than an inch from mine.
“Naked. Do it naked,” I pleaded.
“How can I say no when you beg me so freely.” He pushed my coat over my shoulder before removing his own, and slowly, one article of clothing at a time, divested us both of our clothing, stopping only long enough to kiss my belly before opening my pants. If that was what begging earned me, I planned to do it often. “Bed,” he commanded.
Yes, please.
I climbed on the bed not even pretending to be coy. He could see from the precum glistening on the tip of my very erect cock that I wanted him more than my next breath.
He crawled across the bed, settling himself between my legs, allowing his body to rest on mine, taking off only a little bit of his weight before worshipping my mouth with his as I shamelessly moved my hips, trying to finagle him where I wanted him most.
“Don’t worry, husband. I won’t make you wait,” he whispered against my ear as I caught the breath he stole from me. He lined himself up with my hole and, before I could raise my hips to meet him, he entered me slowly, filling me completely.
Our rushed need to merge calmed to a gentler lovemaking as we kissed and moved together, enjoying the moment for all that it was. We didn’t know where this was going. Not really, but it was going someplace amazing, of that I was sure.
As we came and his knot grew, there was no place on the planet I’d rather be than right there, connected to him both legally and physically. I still didn’t know how this would all work out, but I knew in that second it would, and that was all that mattered.