Raging Hard(79)
I looked down at my finger, at the rings, and my heart skipped a beat. Mrs. Nathan Magnus, I thought to myself. I really was his and always would be.
“Drinks!” Lydie handed me a shot, pretty much out of nowhere, and I threw it back.
“Can’t be sober at your own wedding reception!”
Suddenly she grabbed my hand and tugged me over to the dance floor where a live band was playing. We danced and I lost myself in the music. Soon, Nathan showed up, and we danced together like we had in the club, all those nights ago. Maybe not so sexual, since we were at my wedding, after all, but the intense focus and chemistry was still there.
“How’s it feel?” he whispered in my ear.
“What?”
“Being married.”
“It feels . . . right.”
“Yeah.” He grinned at me, that heartbreaking, incredible smile. “It does.”
We danced together, out bodies pressed close. Lydie made plenty of jokes, of course, and we lost ourselves in the party.
I had never expected it, any of it. I had disliked Nathan, despite being attracted to him. But as time went by, I had found myself spiraling further and further into him, needing him, wanting him.
And then suddenly the party was over way too fast, and he was carrying me off, away from the reception. People cheered and laughed as he walked up the familiar path back toward my dad’s house—ours for the next month.
“Ready to make this thing official?” Nate said in my ear as he carried me upstairs.
“I think it was official when the priest told us to kiss,” I said, giggling.
He threw me down onto the bed, and I laughed. “Not what I meant.”
And then his hands, his fingers, his tongue and lips and more were all over my body.
He was mine, my ex-stepbrother the SEAL, my husband the SEAL. It was our first sweaty night as a married couple, but I knew there were many, many more to come.
Life with Nate was exciting, uncertain, and incredible. He made every breath better.
That was how I wanted to live: with him and for him, forever, together.
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Summer vacation.
Those words are meant to evoke glorious, sun-filled afternoons lying by the pool or in the sand. Summer vacation is supposed to be relaxing, stress free, an escape from the daily struggles of normal life.
As I lugged my suitcase up the front steps of my dad’s huge Colorado house, I knew my summer vacation would include absolutely none of that stuff.