The door opens, and I take a step back. Butch takes a step toward me, and I notice he is wearing jeans, white T-shirt I have never seen him wear, and his cut.
“I will take you. Nobody walks alone.”
My mouth pops open, and I blink tears back. I can’t believe this. I smile and walk over to him. I wrap my arms around his middle, hugging him quickly. He pats my back, and I step back. He raises his arm for me to take it, and I thread my arm through his. The door opens and we are in view of everyone. The nerves are back, and I look around the room before my gaze settles on my man.
His gaze is already on mine.
I don’t feel myself walk up the aisle or see everyone around me. All I see is him.
Seeing her walk down the aisle toward me is something I will never forget. I don’t get emotional much, but seeing the woman I love more than life itself walking toward me, giving herself to me? This is everything.
She was already mine, but in the eyes of everyone else, she will fully be mine. She is stuck with me, and she will never leave my side. We will raise our kids together, grow old together, and love each other through the bad times and the harder ones.
Grow old together. Die together.
Together forever. I am too fucking selfish to even let her up for air. She is my air. I breathe her every second of the day. She is my everything.
Butch takes her hand and sets it in mine. I grin and pull her sharply to me, her body softly landing against mine. I bend my head and kiss her. Everyone in the crowd goes wild, and I feel her hand touching mine and move it up. I may have grabbed her ass.
He grabbed my ass in the middle of a church!
I’m blushing so hard. I am sure everyone can see the red of my skin through my dress, but Jordan can’t care less. He grins like he accomplished the biggest feat.
“That was supposed to happen after,” the priest scolds him.
I widen my eyes and stare at Jordan. I hear Vinny chuckling behind me, and I duck my head.
“I believe we shall get started,” The priest says, and I nod.
Throughout the ceremony, Jordan keeps giving me these looks that say he wants to bang me into next week. Oh, don’t forget him mouthing things at me when the priest is looking at me and away from him like he wants to eat my pussy, and tear my dress off me.
I may very well kill him after this. Well, after he rips my dress off, that is.
“You may now kiss your bride.”
Jordan closes the distance between us and kisses me, but not how I expected. The kiss is full of emotion, full of love. This kiss is everything. I wrap my arms around his neck, and he lifts me off my feet.
I pull back, and everyone is yelling, stomping their feet.
“Let’s go break the dress in, shall we?”
I throw my head back, laughing, and nod. He carries me out of the room, practically running. We are in a church, but we are married. That makes it okay, right? We find a small, empty room. Jordan sets me down and locks the door. Facing him, I back up to the table in the middle of the room.
He walks to me like I am prey, and I bite my lip. My man is so sexy. He stops before me, and his hands go to my hips. He lifts me off the floor and onto the table.
“Did I mention that my wife is absolutely gorgeous today?”
My heart! “Did I mention how much I love being called your wife?”
He moves his face closer to mine until our lips are inches apart. “Mrs. Walker.”
I shiver and press my lips to his. I feel him bunching my dress up and then his hand on me, seeing if I’m ready. I was ready the moment I saw him.
He gently lays me back on the table like I am made of fine glass. I spread my legs, and he walks between them. I rest my left leg on the back of his hip. He opens his pants and lowers them. He enters me slowly, and I pull my mouth away from his. Those lips go to my throat, and he lovingly kisses me all over. He pulls out and back in.
“My wife,” he whispers and then pulls back out and back in. He does this over and over until the need to come is right there, but I can’t reach it yet.
“Jordan,” I moan and scratch his back.
His thumb rubs my clit, and that’s all it takes. I come, pulsating all over his dick, and I shudder.
Jordan grunts loudly, and I feel him spill himself inside me. My head falls and hits the back of the table. Jordan breathes heavily.
“Love you, Jordan,” I say while trying to catch my breath.
“Love you too, my angel.” He kisses my lips and then my forehead.
I close my eyes and smile.
The beginning of forever.
I am so beyond pregnant that it’s not even funny. I am a week from my due date, and I’m ready to have my babies. I’m miserable; nothing makes me comfortable.
“Jordan, I’m coming down the stairs!” I yell and hold my stomach with one hand and the stair rail with the other.