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“Been here before?” I asked him.

“Nah,” he said. “First time in a chapel like this.”

“How’d you choose this one?”

He shrugged. “Googled it. Took the first one.”

“It’s nice.”

He grinned at me. “Nothing but the best for my wife.”

I looked away, breathing deeply.

This was it. We were finally in the chapel and I was actually going through with it. I was really going to stand up there and say the words and marry this man. And I didn’t know him at all.

Suddenly, he put his hand on my leg. “Relax,” he whispered. “Take deep breaths.”

I stared at him. “What?”

“You look like you’re about to pass out,” he said, his voice deep and close. “Take a deep breath and calm yourself.”

I breathed deep, focusing on the feeling of his hand on my thigh. I realized that he was right, that I really was about to pass out. My heart was hammering and my hands were shaking, and my nerves were getting the best of me.

“It’s okay,” he said. “It’s okay to be nervous. It’s going to be okay.”

I nodded at him. “Yeah. I’m good.”

His hand remained on my thigh. “I’ll be with you the whole way,” he said.

I nodded at his hand. “Keep it business between us,” I said.

He smirked and moved his hand. “Just trying to help.”

“Help without touching.”

He laughed and shook his head. “You’re welcome, princess.”

I opened my mouth to give him a biting reply, but at that exact moment the doors to the inner chapel opened. A group of drunk-looking people spilled out, smiling and laughing.

I watched as they slowly left the waiting room. The bride and groom looked so happy, and the people around them were clearly having a great time. They actually looked like they were in love.

I glanced at Nash and he nodded at me. I didn’t love him, not at all. We didn’t have anybody with us, no friends or family.

It was not how I had imagined my wedding would be.

An older man in a chaplain’s outfit stood in the doorway to the inner chapel and smiled at Nash and me.

“Are you two ready?” he asked.

Nash stood up. “Sure.”

“Right this way,” he said, and disappeared inside.

Nash held his hand out to me. “You ready, wife?”

I stared at his big, rough hand for a minute. If I took it and stood, I knew I’d go through with it.

Or, I could smack it away and run. I could run outside, get a cab, and be done with this whole crazy thing. I didn’t have to go in there at all, didn’t have to marry him.

This was my choice. He wasn’t forcing me; nobody was.

Nash looked at me expectantly.

My heart did flip-flops in my chest.





10





Nash





I stood across from Selena at the top of the chapel as the old guy did his thing.

I wasn’t listening and didn’t care. The chapel had a few people sitting around, acting as witnesses, and they looked about as bored as I felt.

But the only thing I was interested in was Selena. That fucking dress she was wearing was driving me crazy. I couldn’t help but look at her breasts, her lips, and she definitely noticed. She smiled, and that only made my cock that much harder. I didn’t know how many people got fucking hard at their wedding, but there I was ready to fuck Selena senseless.

And I wasn’t going to get any on my damn wedding night.

“Do you, Nash Bell, take her as your lawfully wedded wife?” the old guy asked.

I glanced at him. “Sure,” I grunted.

He smiled. “And do you, Selena Wood, take him as your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do,” she said in a tiny voice.

“Well, by the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Go ahead and kiss.”

Selena opened her mouth to say something, but I didn’t wait. I grabbed her by the waist, bent her slightly back, and kissed her hard on the lips.

Shivers ran like explosions through my body as I kissed the girl. My cock was straining against my damn jeans as she put her hands on my biceps and kissed me back. We melted together into that kiss, and I completely forgot for a second that she wasn’t really my wife, that this wasn’t a real wedding.

Because that kiss felt pretty fucking real to me. It felt pretty real and pretty fucking intense, and it just kept going.

Finally, the old guy cleared his throat. I stood back up and let Selena go. Her whole face was red, and she stared at me with a look I knew so well from seeing it on so many other women in my life.

It was lust, pure lust. She wanted me as badly as I wanted her, and I knew it.

“Pictures are available up front, and the license will come in the mail within five business days,” the old guy said.