My knuckles aren’t even sore the next day.

Sad to say for Mr. City slicker Harvard boy, I can’t say the same.

Sitting in the local church, I lock eyes with him on the groom’s side of the church.

“Hey.” Haley presses a finger into my shoulder. “Don’t look at him. Stop trying to start shit.”

I clench my jaw and look over at her. “Fine.” I fume. “But Haley. I swear to God, if he even lays a fucking finger on you, I swear. I’ll hit him so hard this time he won’t just be knocked out. He’ll be paying a visit to you-know-who.”

I feel her body literally shake when I say the words, her hand pressing against my chest. It’s so cute the way she lightly touches me. And inappropriate as hell. I mean shit, a marriage is about to happen. And we’re in a church.

“Please.” She swallows. “Don’t swear like that. You really need to keep it locked up here.”

“Oh really?” I whisper, leaning in. I brush her hair behind her ear. “I’ll lock you up and make you my pretty little nun. How’d you like that?”

Her mom files in next to us and grins, and Haley shoots me a look of death. Slowly, she shakes her head.

Okay. I can keep it locked up for the moment.

The wedding music plays, and Jade’s mom’s gaze locks on us. I take Haley’s hand in mine then wink at her, and she looks away a little uncomfortably.

I should have been an actor. I am selling the shit out of this fake engagement.

The organist starts the rendition of Here Comes the Bride and we all stand up. Jade smiles as she slowly walks down the aisle in a beautiful white dress. Haley’s grip on my hand tightens.

While Jade walks slowly, I stare at Haley. She looks drop dead gorgeous in her bright blue dress, showcasing an ass that makes me want to, well, do exactly what I did last night, over and over again.

I snap back to reality and I notice Jade is staring right at us as she passes us. She’s mostly smiling, but I swear I see a hint of a glare showing through her expression.

I smile back as big as I can. I hope she’s happy. I really do.

Haley’s father drops Jade at the altar, and she steps to the top. She’s only got one bridesmaid, and there’s just the one best man--and Jack has a hell of a fucking bruise on his nose.

We sit back down, I put my hand on Haley’s thigh, and I get to thinking while the priest starts the ceremony.

Just what are we doing?

Last night, I knocked a fucking guy out to defend her. Harvard boy. The little piece of shit woman-abuser. I’d do it again in a heartbeat. What a thrill to feel his cartilage bend under my fist. He’s lucky I didn’t hit him hard.

I squeeze Haley’s thigh a bit harder, and she purrs, ever so slightly. I don’t know if her own mother, right next to us in the aisle, can hear it. But I can. I’m so finely tuned to everything that comes out of her mouth. And everything that goes in it. Heh.

I know I shouldn’t be making dirty jokes in a church. But I like to think that God does have a sense of humor, and that he’s not just sitting up there shaming all of us for all of our dirty thoughts. I mean, He created us after all. So why would He create us, then shame us for our own instincts?

Shit, I need to get out of my own head, but it’s been so long since I’ve been in a church. Come to think of it, it was right around me and Jade’s breakup that I stopped going.

And now, first time back in several years, I’ve got a dime piece at my side who is giving me a straight up boner while I try to smile and nod at whatever the priest is saying.

Fuck it, if God’s going to judge me, I might as well let it happen. Past images of Haley are all that flash through my mind, cluttering it. An image of Haley holding that baby from yesterday. Her body face down on top of the covers as I bring her to multiple orgasms. Me bending Haley’s tight ass over the altar and fucking her so hard she calls out the big man’s name…

Oh wait. That last one didn’t happen.

Yet.

Heh. I smirk, glance over at Haley, and wink.

“What?” She whispers.

“Don’t worry about it.” I say.

I could not have picked a hotter girl to have for my sex-on-command, ridiculous week of wedding crashing.

She snuggles her head into me a little, and something makes me wonder, just for an instant:

What if this relationship wasn’t just for the week?

I literally shake my head, brushing the thought off.

Fuck that. City girls don’t settle down with blue collar boys like me. They want a goddamn banker, a white collar man with an office job, like Goldman fucking Sachs over there. They don’t give a shit if I can drive a tractor sure as I can build a house with my own two hands.

Jade taught me that lesson. Never get attached, especially to the beautiful ones.

The better they fuck you, the harder they leave you.

I squeeze her leg a little harder. She’s like one of those dolls who groans a little when you push a button.

As good a vibe as I’m getting from Haley, I have to keep in mind this is just for the week.

Either way, I’ve got a plan for her later today to make sure she’ll be feeling the ghost of me for some time to come.

* * *

The ceremony ends quite anticlimactically. Or maybe it did end with a climax, when Jade didn’t run away from the altar. I know a girl who has cold feet when I see one, and the way she looks at her husband--shit. I shouldn’t be ringing in on other people’s marriages. But I know the way a woman looks when she wants you.

And sorry, Zack. That ain’t it.

I could be wrong, but I ain’t wrong a lot anymore.

After the ceremony, we mill around the lobby of the church. It’s a small town church in the resort town, and Haley and I smile and shake hands with people as they file and congratulate us.

She swallows and looks over at me. She’s feeling a little fake at the whole arrangement we have, I’m sure. Everyone and their mother is asking about her ring and our ‘shotgun’ marriage. Where is it going to be? They want to know.

Short dating period with a long engagement, I joke, and that gets the hounds off the trail.

Jade walks by with Zack. He’s got a big smile on his face. Jade smiles, but it’s not as broad as his. Maybe she’s not so happy with the city boy after all.

“We’re going to take some ‘newly wed’ photos,” Jade says. “Just the two of us. See you all over at the dinner reception in a little bit.”

“Course,” I say. “Nice smile.” I add with a wink. “Lucky man, Zack. Lucky man.”

“Don’t I know it!” He barks, happy as a clam. “Come on babe. Let’s hit the limo.”

We wave as they get in the limo and drive off. When we turn, Jack stands next to us.

The skin around his nose is red and rashy.

“Hey.” He says to Haley. “What the fuck happened last night? Did you come by?”

Mother-fucker. The guy was so drunk, he doesn’t even remember me clocking him in the face. Or any of that bullshit his elitist Harvard ass said to me.

“Yeah, I did.” She replies, seeming genuinely concerned. “And you were really hurting. You said you tripped and knocked your head against the wall.”

“Shit, is that it?” He taps his nose and winces. “I feel like I got hit by a truck.”

“No.” She shakes her head, and I want to give her the goddamn Oscar. “You really wanted to talk to me.”

“Wait. Wait a second...” He says, pointing at me. “Didn’t I come by your room last night and see your…did I see you, I mean…”

“Yes,” I boom. “I answered the door naked and you stared at my cock. Glad you enjoyed the show.” I wink, and the guy glances down at my crotch again.

“Hey buddy, if you want, I can take a picture. It’ll last longer.”

“What?” He scoffs, rubbing his brow. “No. Alright, I’m out of here. I...fuck, my nose hurts.”

He winces again, then glares at Haley. I move closer to her and wrap my arm around her waist.

Jack walks off with a scowl, and I feel Haley take a deep breath with the absence of his presence.

The crowd is dispersing, people getting in their cars to head to the country club where the reception will take place.

“That guy really fucked you up, didn’t he?” I offer, arching an eyebrow.

“Yeah,” she swallows. “I figured he wouldn’t remember last night. Just another one of his drunken rages. He used to have them all the time, he’d break up with me, but then be so sweet the next day, you know? And silly me, I’d forgive him every time.” She sighs. “I guess I’m just too fucked up to have a normal relationship at this point.”

I nod gravely. “I know what you mean.”

“You do?” She squints, her gorgeous red hair reflecting the sunlight. “Who did it to you?”

I scrape a hand through my hair, and eye the doors. The last of the crowd leaves, and it’s just us left outside the church doors now. I even see the priest speed off in a convertible.

“Don’t worry about it.” I say. “Just follow me.”

I take her hand and lead her back into the church. The doors are still open.

“What are we doing?” She asks, genuinely confused.

“That’s so cute.” I say. “Like you don’t know what I’m about to do with you.”

“Um, is there something you want to confess?”

“So that’s how you want to play it, is it, sex slave?” I smirk.

Her jaw drops. “You’re not going to make me...in here!”

I laugh evilly, pick her up like I’m a pirate and she’s my bounty, and march straight down the same center aisle where the lovely couple just said their vows. I can feel her heart beating hard against my shoulder.

“Babe, what if someone catches us though?” She protests.

I laugh. “Then I’ll do this.” I slide her skintight dress up her legs, revealing her hot creamy flesh to me. I give her ass a nice hard spank.

She giggles, and the noise reverberates through the walls of the place.

“Oh God. You can’t be serious!!”

“I am dead serious. And yeah, feel free to keep calling me that.” I reach the steps of the altar and carry her to the top.

“Call you what?” She gasps as I set her down on the elevated stone altar, in the center of the church. “Oooh. That’s cold.”

“Call me God,” I wink.

“Fuck you, Liam.” She mouths, but her body is saying everything she refuses to say with her words.

She leans back on her elbows and gives me the same hazy, opiatic stare that she gave me last night when I rubbed her down. As I pull her thong off, she wiggles a bit and breathes heavily.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” I grin as I toss it aside, then roll up her dress to her belly button.

“Yes. Lots of great stained glass in this church. It must be an old classic.”

“I wasn’t talking about the church.” I grunt. “I was talking about this.”

She moans as I grip her legs, spread them, and kneel on the floor. Kneeling makes me the perfect height for the oral attack I’m about to launch between her legs.

“Are you sure no one...Oh God. Oh, fuck.” she mutters as I lick between her folds, rubbing my tongue back and forth and all around her clit.

She lies flat on the altar as I press into her harder. I love her taste. I love the way her thighs quiver and her hips gyrate as she presses into me. I add two fingers and curl them up into her g-spot, and she’s forced to cover her own mouth to keep her screams from echoing throughout the entire vast cathedral.

I pull my face off her pussy for a moment, but keep my hand curled inside her, massaging her.

“Just scream, Dagny,” I grin. I want to hear her succumb to the pleasure I’m giving her.

“I can’t!” She says. “They’ll know we’re here...oh God.” I twist a finger into her, playing her body like an instrument. I love how well I already know her soft spot sexually.

“If they find us, if they judge us, ain’t gonna be based on the volume of your scream.” I grin. “So you might as well have some fun with this.”

We lock eyes for a moment, and I dive back between her legs with a renewed vigor. She grabs hold of my hair and presses me into her body as she fucks my face. I eagerly lap up all of her juices like I’ve reached the Holy Grail, and it’s actually her.

Her soft moans get louder, and I can sense she’s finally letting herself relax. This turns my rapidly expanding cock into a steel rod.

I stand up and tilt my head a little to the side, watching Haley as she breathes hard, her chest heaving.

“Liam...this is so wrong,” she mewls. “Right? We shouldn’t be doing this. Not here.”

“Yeah, you’re right,” I say as I whip off my suit coat. I unbuckle my pants, pull them down, along with my boxers, and flop my cock out right onto her pussy. “We should be doing this.”

I slide my cock inside her pussy, starting with the tip, moving to the shaft until I’m almost all the way in. She coos as I plunge deeper.

Fuck me, this feels so good. This is the Holy Grail. This is what I want to do every day for the rest of my life. Fuck wedding vows. This is how couples should declare their love: at the altar of pleasure.

I position Haley’s legs in the air, propped against my shoulders, and plow the fuck into her.

I yank her dress down from her shoulders, revealing her breasts as the cloth bunches in the middle of her waist. If she was humming before, now she’s singing as I lay into her.

This might be the most inappropriate place I’ve ever done it. And that’s saying a lot.

I pull her hips into me, laying into her hard with every stroke, the smell of sex strengthening as the minutes go by.

She sings a holy song as she reaches the top of her orgasm. Through my pleasure I catch a glimpse of her tits bouncing back and forth and that pushes me over the edge too.

I convert into an animal, and jump up onto the altar, wheelbarrowing her legs into her chest.

She reaches behind and digs her nails into my back, spurring me on.

I come deep inside her pussy, grabbing her windpipe as I do.

“Jesus Christ! That was crazy.” She gasps, and I kiss her, my cock still inside her.

“No.” I say. “That wasn’t crazy. That was fucking amazing.”