Total pages in book: 60
Estimated words: 56651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 56651 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 283(@200wpm)___ 227(@250wpm)___ 189(@300wpm)
She looked like an angel in her white dress, with her silky hair pinned half up with soft waves cascading down over her back and shoulders, and her subtle jewelry and makeup. The white silk of her simple but elegant dress skimmed over her curves in a demure but incredibly alluring way.
I could feel the blood rushing away from my head to my shaft, which was the exact opposite of what I needed. Not now, jackass, I scolded myself internally. How the hell I was going to make it through the wedding and party with my hormones raging for Dana, I had no earthly idea. Thankfully, my suit jacket and folded hands concealed the visible sign of my love and desire for her.
Maybe… just maybe… I could sneak away with my wife. Once she actually was my wife. No one could argue with me claiming my bride for some marital fun, could they? We just had to get through the ceremony, first.
And then I was going to have my way with her. My mind settled at the thought. My heart pounded in tempo with my throbbing shaft. I could hardly wait.
Auntie placed Dana’s hand in mine and then took her seat with a smile and a wink.
Come on, Minister… please be quick, I uttered a silent prayer to myself as the ceremony began, wishing Preacher had been there, instead. I knew he was fast, at least. But my lady and her aunties had their own church and that meant using the man of the cloth they knew and trusted. Not some tatted up biker who smelled like he’d been soaked in tequila. He was a lot calmer now that he was a married family man, but he still liked to tear it up at weddings.
Not to mention he was almost always paid in tequila. The best money could buy, of course. But for once, Preacher was not here.
The minister read a passage from the Bible, but I was barely listening. I could not look away from Dana. Her eyes sparkled up at me for a moment, then back at the Minister. I felt her squeeze my hand and realized she wanted me to pay attention. He read another passage and I tried to focus. But my eyes kept sliding back to her.
He started in on yet another passage. That was number three. How long was this going to take? I was ready to shake the man. I finally looked at him but just enough to glare him into submission. I wasn’t sure if it worked but he finally got to the good stuff.
I heard a chuckle behind me after I released a long sigh of relief. I was pretty sure it was Lucky. I decided to punch him next week. Or after we got back from our honeymoon in Hawaii. We hadn’t actually scheduled it yet, unfortunately. Dana was new at her job and didn’t want to take off work. I told her I would wait.
But someday, we were going to a fancy resort and sipping mai tai’s on a beach with soft white sand.
“Do you, Drake Highland, take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, in sickness and in health, for richer or poorer, until death do you part?”
“I DO,” I boomed out, eliciting more laughs from the peanut gallery. I turned around to glare at the guys, then looked back at my bride with a doting, somewhat distracted smile. I watched intently as she answered the same question.
I felt like it took her a thousand years to say the words.
She looked at me with her soft, sweet eyes and softly said ‘I do’.
I grinned and picked her up, planting a big, wet kiss on her gorgeous mouth. I belatedly realized the Minister wasn’t done, but I didn’t care. He practically had to shout ‘I now pronounce you man and wife’ to be heard over the cheering and laughing crowd. But he said it, so it was real.
I was married to the most beautiful girl in the world.
I was married.
We were married.
She was mine.
I was ready to sneak off with my bride when we were surrounded by well wishers and a photographer who guided us away to take some pictures. I knew those pictures would be sitting on our mantel for the rest of our lives.
Our mantel in our home. It sounded too good to be true. But it was real. I could hardly wait to get started with our lives together.
I also knew I would whisper into my wife’s ear how hard I had been during our ceremony… and still was… even though we were white haired, eighty-year-old grandparents.
“Let’s sneak away,” I whispered. Dana gave me a startled glance just as the girls swooped down on her with what looked like excessive amounts of champagne.