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  “Good thing we finally did chance it. Now you can tie me up with my bikini any time. Maybe even in Jamaica.”

  A rumble came from his chest, and he was pulling me toward him when a horn honked behind us. We jerked apart and looked forward to find traffic moving again.

  “Thank god,” Kevin said, putting the car in drive.

  Even though traffic was moving, it was still slow. My heart raced with each minute that ticked by, bringing us closer to four.

  We had to make it, a chant repeated in my head. Maybe if I said it enough, it would happen.

  We had to make it. We had to make it. We had to make it.

  I needed today to be the day when I became Kevin’s wife. I didn’t want to wait anymore.

  We reached the parking lot with five minutes to spare. Kevin paid for parking and we ran across the street and into the building. Not taking a chance, we skipped the elevator and took the stairs. My skirt swished around me with each lunging step we took, getting closer to the deadline.

  Bursting through the door, we each tried to catch our breaths, hand in hand. I looked to the clock and saw it was three-fifty-seven. Shit. My eyes met the secretary’s as she stared at us from behind thick-rimmed glasses.

  “We—” Kevin tried to speak through his panting. “We need to get married today. Now.”

  “I’m so sorry, sir. We close in less than five—”

  Just then a large man came out of a door on the left, and took in the situation with raised eyebrows.

  “Are you the judge?” Kevin asked.

  “Um, yes,” he answered hesitantly.

  “We need to get married today.”

  “Well, I’m sorry to hear that—”

  “Listen. I get it. It’s almost closing time and a Friday. You want to go home, and rules are rules. But do you see this woman right here.” He gestured to me standing there, my hand still linked with his. “She’s the love of my life and I’ve waited more than ten years to have her, and I can’t wait another day—another minute. I need you to please, please, find it in you to please take the time to marry us today. She’s my best friend, and frankly, I may die without having her as my wife another day.”

  I looked down to hide the sheen of tears burning my eyes. Silence stretched in the room, and I prepared myself for the denial, squeezing Kevin’s hand for support.

  Getting married at the courthouse had been a nice idea. I’d worn the pretty dress and called it my wedding dress. I’d imagined our wedding night all day, but just like our big wedding, this one was just hitting one speed bump after another. Destiny or whatever the hell it was, was doing its best to hold us back. Swallowing the lump trying to choke me, I had already let my shoulders drop and began to turn toward the door.

  “Well, you better save your speech for your vows. I can squeeze you in.”

  8

  Kevin

  After we filled out the marriage license, the judge led us through the door, and we stood in front of the dark wood bench. He picked up his book and began the ceremony. Ana’s hands trembled in my sweaty palms, and I squeezed to hold her steady.

  I stared at her glossy blue eyes, barely hearing the judge, getting lost in her beauty. Remembering the first time I saw her running out of her front door. Seeing how much she had changed since then. Happier, more confident, her face more defined. And as impossible as it sounded, more beautiful than ever before.

  I love you, I mouthed the words to her and my chest filled to bursting as she mouthed them back.

  “Do you have any vows you want to say?”

  “Ye—” I choked on the lump in my throat and cleared it before starting again. “Yeah.”

  “Whenever you’re ready, son.”

  “Anabelle Montgomery, you are the love of my life, my best friend, the only person I could ever imagine myself with. I can’t believe after everything, we made it. We made it here and as hard as it was, I wouldn’t change a damn thing if it meant I still stood here with you. I’ll walk to the ends of the Earth, take on all your monsters and defeat them for you.” Dropping my head, I tried to control the burning in my eyes. A laugh escaped, and I licked my lips before looking back up at her just as a tear fell down her cheek. “I could spend years telling you all the things I love about you and how much you mean to me. But really it just boils down to I love you. I love you, and I will never stop.”

  The judge cleared his throat. “Miss Montgomery?”

  Her chest expanded on a deep breath before her soft, beautiful words reached between us and squeezed my heart. “Kevin Harding, how did I get so lucky to find you? Moving to Ohio felt like a death sentence, but then I saw you. Standing there with your awkward wave, and the pain that had followed me across the states eased for the first time. That’s what you do. You ease my pain. You make my life better. You make me better.” She stopped to lick her lips, catching a tear that rested on the bow of her top lip. “You understand me in ways I never thought anyone would. And I could spend years telling you all the things I love about you, but frankly, I just want to be Mrs. Harding. So, I’ll leave it at the most important part. I love you, and I will never stop.”

  She wiped her eyes and the rest of the ceremony flew by. Rings were exchanged and the words “you may kiss the bride” had barely left his lips before my mouth was on hers. I held her to me fiercely and tasted my wife for the first time. I tasted her tears and love, and only when the judge cleared his throat did I pull back.

  “Well Mr. and Mrs. Harding, congratulations.”

  “Thank you so much for doing this,” Ana said.

  “I saw you needed this. Who was I to hold you back from your future?”

  We left the courthouse and rushed back to the apartment to pack for our honeymoon. I unlocked the door, and when Ana turned the knob to walk in, I stopped her.

  “I need to carry my wife over the threshold.”

  She let out a squeal when I picked her up fireman style.

  “Kevin, I don’t think this is how it’s supposed to be done.”

  I landed a firm smack to her ass, loving her yelp. “This is how we’re doing it.”

  Once we walked through the door, I slid her down and had her wrap her legs around my waist. Her arms coiled around my neck as she gazed into my eyes, brushing her nose to mine.

  “We did it,” she whispered. “You’re my husband.”

  “Wife,” I growled the word and attacked her mouth, walking into the apartment to the kitchen island where I sat her down and quickly began working my hand under her dress.

  “Kevin,” Ana gasped as she pulled her lips from mine. “We can’t. We’re going to be late for our flight.

  I trailed kisses down her neck into her cleavage, getting my hand closer to her heat. “Fuck it. I want you.”

  Her hands gripped my wrists and halted their progress. “No, not fuck it. This is our honeymoon.”

  Resting my forehead on her collarbone, I considered the time, knowing we didn’t have time to make love like I wanted to. With a frustrated groan, I bit down on her nipple over the dress, loving the way she arched into me.

  “Fine. But you’re not getting off this counter until I get at least one orgasm.”

  “Kevin,” she protested as I dragged a stool over with my foot and plopped down.

  “Nope. No arguments. Now spread your legs, wife.”

  She did as I commanded and rested her hands behind her as I exposed her core.

  “I can’t believe you got married with no panties on. You’re a dirty girl.”

  She opened her mouth to respond, but it disappeared on a moan when I swiped my tongue along her wet slit. I wanted to play, to take my time, to drag it out and torture her, but we had a plane to catch. I dug my thumbs into the soft tissue of her groin, giving her the bite of pain she needed, letting her whimper sink into me and making my erection throb behind my zipper, while I ate her like a starving man.

  I only took breaks to bite the soft tendons of her thigh before returning to quickly flick acro
ss her clit with small nips to the tender bud. Her hips thrust against my mouth and within minutes she was coming, coating my chin with her cum. I placed soft, gentle kisses all over her as she came down from her orgasm.

  Pulling back, I wiped my chin with a smile, loving to see her chest flushed and bite marks surrounding her wet, swollen cunt.

  “Good girl. Now hop down and let’s pack. It should be easy since you won’t be needing many clothes.”

  “God, Kevin. I can barely walk.” But she stood and followed me to the bedroom.

  I grabbed our lone suitcase from the closet. It was small, but we’d make it work. We stuffed it full of the things we needed.

  “No,” I said when Ana began removing her dress.

  “I was going to change into something more comfortable to fly in,” she defended, her straps falling down her shoulders.

  “And I said no. I want to cum on that dress again tonight when I fuck you for the first time as my wife.” I watched her swallow hard as she pulled the thin straps back in place. “Think of being uncomfortable as foreplay,” I said with a wink.

  “Fucking sadist.”

  Chuckling, I turned to close the suitcase, so we could get going. Just as I was about to pull it closed along the final side, the zipper broke open on the other sides. I unzipped it and tried doing it back up again, but it kept coming undone.

  “Fuck. Fuck.”

  “What?” Ana asked, taking in the broken suitcase.

  “The fucking zipper is broken.”

  She moved to the closet. “Well, let me grab another one.”

  “We don’t have another one,” I reminded her.

  She turned to me with wide eyes. “How the hell do we only have one suitcase?”

  I pretended to think on it, bringing my hand to my chin. “Hmmmm.” Then I snapped my fingers. “You threw out yours claiming you would buy another one the following week because it was stained.”

  She sputtered across her response because she was remembering how I called it silly and told her to just hang on to it until she finally bought another one. “Shit,” she finally said.

  I thought about our options. Ana only had a small gym bag and didn’t carry any large purses. How the hell did we get here in life with one small, shitty suitcase? We needed to travel more.

  “Let’s go,” I ordered, grabbing the suitcase and walking out. “We’ll get another one on the way to the airport.”

  9

  Ana

  By the time we got a new suitcase and made it to the airport, we had about thirty minutes to get checked in. On a Friday. I wasn’t even sure a baby Jesus miracle could have gotten us onto that plane.

  Kevin held my hand tightly, the other one carrying the luggage as we ran toward the ticket stand, weaving in and out of the crowds of people. Thankfully, there was no line.

  “We only have thirty minutes to get to our plane,” Kevin said around his heavy breathing. “Is there any way we can get a TSA pre-check and rushed to our gate. Please. It’s our honeymoon.”

  The woman was nice enough to at least look concerned and asked for our information, pulling up our flight.

  “Good news—for you I guess.” She laughed at the last part. “You flight has been delayed by two hours.”

  We both sagged in relief. “Thank god.”

  After catching our breath, we checked our bag and made our way through TSA. Kevin forgot to remove his phone, setting the sensors off, and had to get patted down by the TSA agent. Personally, I think the woman had a little too much fun frisking my husband.

  I laughed when she turned to me, pushing her gray hair behind her ears, and said, “I think that was the best part of my day.”

  Even Kevin’s cheeks blushed a little.

  As soon as I slipped my shoes on and stood, Kevin grabbed my hand and tugged me down the terminal. When we reached a mostly empty area he looked around before moving again. I barely registered the family bathroom sign before he pulled me in and locked the door.

  “Kevin, we can’t do this here,” I whisper-shouted.

  One side of his mouth tipped up as he began backing me up toward the counter.

  “I’m not having the first time you have sex with me as your wife be in a freaking airport bathroom.”

  My heart thumped harder when my back hit the counter, but he kept walking until he was pressed against me. Heat crept into my cheeks and a thrill swept over me. I wanted to deny him more. I wanted him to force me.

  “I swallowed your cum earlier,” he said wrapping his fingers around the straps of my dress, “and I think it’s only fair that you return the favor and swallow mine.” He tugged the thin material off my shoulders roughly, pulling until the top lowered enough for my breasts to pop out.

  “Kevin, no.” My hands shot up to tug my dress back in place, but he grasped my wrists in one hand and used the other to loosen his tie.

  “I knew this thing would come in handy.” He wrapped the soft silk around my wrists in front of me before reaching up to grip my cheeks, pushing my jaw down. “You’re going to be a good wife and suck on my dick until I come. Then, you will swallow every drop and say thank you when you’ve finished.”

  The pressure on my cheeks hurt and it only made me wetter. “I’m not kneeling on this dirty ass floor for you, Kevin.”

  Leaning in, he bit my lip and then let go of my mouth. He rotated our positions and hopped up on the counter. “Then I’ll sit up here, and you can suck me standing up.”

  My chest heaved with my heavy breasts, pushed together by my arms tied in front of me, and he stared as he undid his pants. His long, thick erection stood tall out of his pants and he tugged them down enough to pull his balls out to rest over the material. I watched his hand slowly stroke up and down the hard length and my mouth watered, but I didn’t move.

  Kevin tugged on the tie and it jerked me forward. He pulled again and moved me down until I came face to face with the head of his dick.

  “Suck.” It was all he said, and I obeyed, dropping my mouth to wrap my lips around him. His groan vibrated against the tile of the bathroom as I began taking him to the back of my throat, pulling up with a hard suck and flicking my tongue along the slit before repeating it all over again. He leaned over me and began tugging my skirt up and over my waist and a chill broke out across my skin when I felt a cool breeze against my core.

  “Look at you. This mirror lets me see every part of you,” he said as he pushed on the middle of my back, urging me to arch my ass higher. I didn’t have to imagine what he saw since he told me every detail. One hand tangled in my hair and began pushing me down harder and faster, triggering my gag reflex. Each time dragging a moan from his chest. I wanted to hear him as he came.

  Instead, a knock at the door had me freezing.

  Or it was actually more of a pounding.

  “Excuse me, but I have been waiting for almost ten minutes and my kids need to use the restroom,” an angry female voice called through the door.

  I pulled back and stared at Kevin with wide eyes. His jaw clenched as the realization that he wasn’t going to get off hit him.

  “Fuck, Kevin. Untie me.” I shook my wrists at him as the woman pounded on the door again. How the hell were we going to get out of here without her jumping to the obvious conclusion?

  He hopped down from the counter with a groan and tucked his still hard dick back in his pants before freeing my wrists.

  “Come. On. This is ridiculous!” She’d stopped knocking, but was still obviously pissed on the other side.

  I pulled my straps up and looked in the mirror to smooth my hair, hoping my swollen lips weren’t a dead giveaway.

  “Relax, Ana,” Kevin said softly, touching his thumb to my bottom lip and releasing it from between my teeth. “If she gives us shit, just act like you hurt your arm and we’ll say I needed to help you.”

  I took a deep breath a tried to keep my head down as Kevin opened the door and we rushed out. But I still felt the woman’s disapproving glare as w
e walked past her and her three kids holding on to a stroller.

  She looked us up and down with disgust before huffing her way into the bathroom. Kevin was barely holding back his laughter when I turned to him, my eyes wide.

  “Do you think she knew?”

  “Yeah, I think it’s safe to say she did. I tried to get us to the most abandoned bathroom, hoping no one would need it, but. . .” He shrugged with zero regret, and I had to start laughing with him. What else could I do?

  We grabbed a seat at our gate and settled in for the wait. He took off his suit jacket and rested it over my shoulders before pulling me as close to him as I could get with an armrest between us. The sensation of his fingers stroking my hair almost lulled me to sleep when a slow song came on at the bar across the walkway and he shifted.

  “Dance with me, Anabelle.”

  Looking around at the people, I almost said no, but he’d already tugged me out of my seat and into his arms.

  “Don’t tell me no. It’s our first dance.”

  I dug my fingers into the hair along his neck and laid my head on his chest, letting Ed Sheeran’s song, Perfect, surround us as Kevin moved in slow circles. I was sure people were watching, but I didn’t care.

  “How many kids do you want?” His question surprised me. We’d never really talked details about kids other than we both knew we wanted them.

  “I don’t know. More than one, less than ten.”

  His chest shook against my cheek as he laughed. “Sounds like a good limit.”

  “What about you?”

  “More than one. I didn’t love being the only child.”

  “Me either. But I was lucky when I found you. Although, I wouldn’t have hated it if you’d had a sexy older brother.”

  “Anabelle,” he growled my name.

  Laughing, I said, “I’m kidding. You’re it for me. You’re the only person I want to have a baby with.”