You thought that was it?

Hell no. Because my lady deserves a lot more than just a Vegas wedding. She deserves the whole she-bang. Especially the bang.

Okay come on, you wouldn’t be able to resist that one either.

My completely bangable wife walks in then and everything else fades to gray. We’ve been married about six months now and I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of saying that. My wife. The woman who has taught me that there’s not a damn thing wrong with slowing things down sometimes. And who continues to keep me on my toes with her sharp tongue. I’m quite a fan of what she can do with that tongue, actually.

“I can’t believe today is the day!” She’s radiating happiness.

“I’m glad your whole family could make it. I know they were really disappointed that we eloped. Now bring your sexy ass over here and help me eat the rest of this food.”

It’s the morning of our wedding, well, our second wedding, and we’ve been lounging in bed all morning, dividing our attention between breakfast and each other.

She climbs on the bed and I cut off a small bit of a waffle and hold it out to her. “Open up.”

I watch with heated eyes as the tines of the fork slide between her lips.

“You’re staring.” She chews slowly, flushing as my eyes follow the movement.

“I can’t help it. I love watching you eat.” I polish off the rest of the food and set the tray on the table next to the bed.

“Really?” Mya licks a bit of syrup from the edge of her mouth. She looks bewildered. Then again, she has no idea how much time I spend imagining those lips wrapped around my cock.

“You have a mouth made for sin. Breakfast meetings with you were always torture.”

“Milo! I would have never guessed. You always seemed so…focused.”

“I was focusing all right. Just not on what I should have been.” I grin as she ducks her head.

Blushing, she reaches over and snags a doughnut off the tray on the bedside table. “I suppose I shouldn’t be so shocked since I used to do the same thing. In fact…” She traces a finger around the hole and peeks up at me. When our eyes meet, she glances away quickly.

“What? What are you thinking?” My heart speeds up as she tilts her head to the side, like a naughty angel with her pouty lips and her innocent expression.

“Mya,” I say warningly as she climbs over my legs. The edges of her lips pull up into a hint of a smile. Then she disappears beneath the covers.

Damn. I have a feeling she’s about to show me a new meaning of torture. Especially since it hasn’t escaped my notice that she took the doughnut with her.

A sticky hand wraps around my cock and I jump at the contact. A soft giggle floats up from under the covers. I move back to make space for her between my legs. Is she really going to? My silent prayer is answered a second later when I feel the soft dough roll over the length of my cock.

My head falls back onto the pillow as I absorb the sensation of the soft pastry moving over my skin. Her hot, wet mouth follows, her tongue licking and nipping every inch of my length as it rolls through the doughnut. Soft curls flow over my legs and belly, teasing me with trailing fingers of sensation. I tug the covers down until I can see her, the drool-worthy scene of Mya on her knees loving me with her mouth something I’ll never forget. No one has ever taken such time to savor me, to figure out what drives me crazy. It gives me an absurd sense of pride to see my woman taking such pleasure in my response.

My woman.

My wife.

Pleasure sweeps through me, waves of sensation tingling over every inch of my skin. My fingers tangle in the sheets as she manages to take me all the way to the root, hollowing her cheeks as she sucks.

“Holy. Shit.” The rasp of my voice betrays my emotions. I’m holding on by only a fine thread of control. “We’re going definitely going to be late.”

She laughs huskily, the sound of a woman who knows exactly what she’s doing. I watch helplessly as she wets the tip of her finger and circles the head of my dick.

“Wait,” I rasp, unsure what she's doing now, only that I’ll die if she stops.

“Don’t worry. I’m not going anywhere.” She licks my skin right above the doughnut. “I haven’t finished my breakfast yet.”

I tangle my fingers in her hair as her mouth finally takes me back in. She sucks and licks around my length before taking a small nibble of the doughnut. She alternates between sucking my cock and nipping at the pastry until I think I might die from the fire racing up my spine. Finally there is only a small bit of the doughnut left and she scoops it up and pops it in her mouth. I wait, poised on the edge of madness, until she returns and licks every last bit of sticky sugar from my skin.

“That’s it.” I sit up and roll her onto her back. Her soft “oh” of surprise is swallowed by my kiss as her hands snake around my back to grip my ass. Her legs wrap around me as I sink into the valley between her thighs, her hips cradling me as if I were coming home.

“God, I love you.”

The words aren’t enough, completely inadequate to describe how she's changed my life. But somehow she seems to know what I mean. She always seems to know.

“I feel it when you look at me,” she whispers. She runs a hand gently through my hair. “I feel desirable and smart, strong and sexy. All the things I‘ve always wanted to be.”

“You are all those things. You’re amazing. And all mine.”

I thrust my tongue into her mouth while my hands stroke all over her skin. Her nipples peak and my fingers find the stiff tips as if they heard them cry out for my attention.

“That feels amazing. Everything with you is amazing.” She closes her eyes at the intimate touch.

I drop my forehead to hers, looking deeply into her eyes as I push inside. She looks down, riveted by the sight of my cock gliding in and out. It’s so erotic to watch us together.

Tension builds with each of my movements until she’s strung tight as a bowstring. Every touch of my hands, every thrust, takes her higher until I’m sure we’re both on the verge of breaking apart. This is what I always want. Her pleasure and my pleasure together.

I fit my hands under her hips, holding her captive. “Come with me.” And just like everything else, she gives it all to me.

* * *

It’s not my fault that we’re almost late to our own wedding.

Not entirely, anyway.

Ethan snickers when we finally stumble through the doors of the church.

“You’re in trouble,” he mutters as we hustle down the hallway to the rooms where we’re supposed to change.

“What the hell were you guys doing?” Ariana asks. Then wrinkles her nose at my knowing grin. “You guys have been married for ages. You couldn’t bone when we’re not on a schedule?”

The girls disappear, leaving Ethan and I to do what guys have done before weddings for time immemorial.

Wait.

“Glad you bothered to show up to your own wedding, bro. That Ariana chick was pissed. And she is scary. Scary hot, though.” Ethan looks behind us at the door. “Maybe it’s time I get back out there. You make the old ball and chain look good.”

“Whoa, proceed with caution. It’s been a year and I’m still finding wang-shaped confetti in my ears.

Ethan cracks up. “The fact that I actually understood that sentence concerns me. I always did like them feisty.”

Ariana’s voice pipes up from the doorway. “Feisty is for Chihuahuas and bad Thai food.”

Busted.

We both turn around slowly. Ethan is grinning at her in a way that says he plans on trying to take her on anyway. Which should be interesting. Possibly dangerous. But definitely interesting.

“Mya is ready now.”

That’s all I need to hear. I leave them talking and head for the room next door.

We’re already married so we didn’t see the point of keeping the whole don’t see the bride before the wedding superstitions, because, yeah I wasn’t doing that. But Mya did say that she wanted to surprise me with her dress.

And when I open the door, I’m not just surprised. I’m humbled.

She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.

“You are stunning,” I say, once I’ve caught my breath.

Mya clutches her bouquet with trembling fingers. Her dress is strapless and fits close, hugging her curves lovingly before flaring out behind her in a modest train. She skipped the veil and opted for a sparkling tiara instead. Her usual braid has been replaced with a loose bun adorned with tiny white flowers.

“You look pretty dapper yourself.”

We share a grin. Her dress is her mother’s, modified and redesigned to fit Mya, but my suit is from the upcoming Lavin Bridal launch.

What? I look damn good in it, too.

“Thank you for being such a good sport about this.” Mya strokes my collar into place. “You probably think it’s silly having a wedding when you’re already married.”

“If you want a wedding, you get a wedding.” I kiss her nose gently so I won’t ruin her makeup.

The small anteroom of the church isn’t exactly soundproof so I can hear the clamor of voices and the soft music provided by the harpist. Everything has been planned by Mya down to the finest detail. We’ll have a short ceremony followed by a catered reception. None of it really matters to me, let’s be real, but I care about whether she gets exactly what she wants.

My life’s mission is to give her everything she wants.

It might seem indulgent to others that we’re having another wedding but when have I ever given a shit what anyone thinks? This is our time to celebrate with the people who love us. Mya’s parents and my mom and brother have met, of course. But for the first time our extended families will be able to meet and mingle.

The beginning of forging a new family. One strong enough to last a lifetime.

The door opens and Ariana sticks her head in. “Five minutes, guys.”

Once the door closes behind her, I resume my place behind Mya, nuzzling her neck. Suddenly I’m really glad we went non-traditional. Since we’re already married, I don’t have to wait at the front of the aisle while Mya’s parents give her away. I’ve already got her. And I’m never giving her back. My hands curve around her waist.

“Don’t you dare start something right before we have to walk down the aisle!” She squirms playfully but when I start to move away, she makes this sexy little noise and pushes her lace-clad bottom against me.

Instant. Boner.

I think I’ve discovered a new fetish. Mya in a wedding dress is my new favorite fantasy.

“Yes, Mrs. Taylor-Hamilton. I’m on my best behavior.”

Mya turns her head and nuzzles me right back. “Yeah right. But I love your bad behavior. Except in front of my parents. If you mention anything about our sex bet in front of my parents, I will kill you.”

Dirty grin. “Come on, admit it. I did have you begging.”

“You’re still trying to get me to admit you won that bet, huh?”

“Can you blame me? I love winning.”

Her fingers slide into my hair. “You can’t win something that’s already yours. And I am, Milo. I’ve been yours all along.”

Well what do you know?

I didn’t think anything could be more satisfying than winning. Or hearing her beg me for more.

But it turns out I love hearing her pledge her heart to me best of all.