Blowing out a breath, he turned his back, facing the priest.
“I’m not going to run. After today, Becca’s not going to run from me, not a damn chance. No more long holidays in Italy. She’ll keep me by her side.”
Corey snorted. “If Alexa had taken a holiday like that from me in Italy, she wouldn’t have lasted a day away from me. I’d have followed her ass until we got back home.”
“You wouldn’t give her space.”
“Not like that. Space is going to the toilet, or work, or something else. A summer vacation is not space. It’s a cry for attention.”
“Fuck off!”
“Sh, we’re in the church. Show some respect.”
They were silent for many seconds, and Corey just wanted to have the final wedding band on her finger and carry her out with him. He had a winter vacation planned in a cabin in the mountains for Christmas, and nothing was going to stop them from having a romantic one.
“Do you want to run?” William asked.
“No. I don’t want to run. I can’t wait to get my damn ring on her finger.” He waited until the bell tolled, and then he turned around. Alexa stood with Becca. Both women held each other’s arms, and they both looked a dream. He only had eyes for his woman, and William gasped.
“Beautiful,” William said. “I’m not running away. Becca’s mine.”
The wedding march played, and Corey watched as the woman of his life walked toward him. Everyone faded away, and all that remained was the two of them. Alexa and Becca split up, going to each of them. He held his hand out, and she slid her hand into his.
“Do you want to run?” he asked.
She giggled. “Not you as well? Becca asked if I wanted to run. I’m not going to run, Mr. Weaver.”
Together with their friends, they faced their priest. Alexa squeezed his hand tightly, and Corey didn’t want to be anywhere else. In front of some of their friends from the club, he bound Alexa to his side for the rest of his life.
When the time came to kiss the bride, he tugged her close, sinking his fingers into her hair. He took possession of her mouth, leaning his head against hers.
“You’re not going anywhere else now.”
She ran her hands up his chest. “If you stop being my naughty bad boy, I may have to find grounds to divorce you.”
“Don’t you worry, baby, I’ve got a lot of plans for tonight. We’re going to be naughty until the sun rises.”
“I’ll hold you to that.”
Taking hold of her hand, they made their way out toward the press. He couldn’t make them leave them alone for the day, but he’d gotten them to keep back for their big day.
After half an hour of photographs and answering the press’s questions, they climbed into their waiting limo that would take them back to the club.
“Where are we going?” she asked.
“I’ve got a little surprise in store for you.” He pressed a kiss to her lips as she snuggled up against him.
Corey had asked to the one in charge of what they did for their Christmas party. He had plans, and he truly hoped she liked it.
“So, I was thinking we can have ten kids,” he said.
“Ten?”
“I want a big family.”
“How are you going to keep the bad boy image?” she asked.
“I have my many ways.” Sliding his hand down from her neck, he cupped her tit. “There’s more than one way to be naughty.”
She moaned, and as he slid her dress open, he saw they were nearly at their destination. “Take a look,” he said.
Alexa looked out of the window, and she moaned. “You’re taking me to the dungeon?”
“It’s our special place.”
Epilogue
Five years later
Corey stood at the door watching as Becca and William walked toward the door. It was Christmas, and their friends were already pregnant with their third child. In the last five years their lives had completely changed. The club was still the same, and they all visited the club regularly. Alexa still worked at the library when she could, but seeing as their own home was full of children, it was hard to get any spare time.
“Any time today,” Corey said, shaking against the cold.
It was Christmas, and their friends were spending the day with them. Corey was convinced the only reason they were staying with him and Alexa was because Becca couldn’t cook. His woman could not only cook, but she did something wonderful with the turkey.
“I’m seven months pregnant, Corey, leave me alone.”
Becca and William’s kids chuckled and rushed into the house.
“Where’s Alexa?” William asked.
“In the kitchen getting dinner finished.” He heard Alexa tell the kids to sit down at the table.