The Lie(106)

Unfortunately, being pregnant has also made me horny as hell. Brigs doesn’t seem to mind and neither do I. I mean, I get to fuck him all day so there are no complaints there and even though I feel like a fat, flabby mess, he’s turned on all the time. He even makes me feel beautiful – at least he tries. It’s hard to feel gorgeous when your thighs look like cottage cheese but luckily my hormones don’t care if I’m self-conscious or not.

Even now as we’re getting ready to leave, the sight of him in his tuxedo makes my stomach ignite with heat, my legs pressing together to try and relieve the pressure. The only problem is, we don’t have much time before we hop in the Aston Martin and drive to Hyde Park for the ceremony.

The truth is, Brigs and I applied for our marriage license two weeks ago. We didn’t tell anyone. Everyone – his family, even my family – thinks we’re going to have a big wedding in the fall. But really, it just wasn’t sitting well with either of us. The minute we announced we were engaged, it was like everyone in his family turned into characters from an episode of Bridezilla. With Lachlan and Kayla getting married in the summer, and those plans in full swing, including all of her friends and their cousins in the States coming over, Brigs and I felt like things were getting out of hand. It stopped feeling like it was about the two of us and we wanted to keep that feeling.

So we decided to elope. Or elope as much as you can in the UK. This ain’t Vegas. We went to the register and applied for the license, then just yesterday went back and said our vows officially.

Today though, we’re having an actual ceremony – it’s not legal, but since we’re already technically married, it’s just for our own sake. It’s just us, Winter, Shelly the dog walker, and Max the bartender, officiating. Who knew the grizzled drink slinger was a celebrant?

I know that all our families will probably be disappointed and hurt by us doing this on our own, but they’ll thank us later when that’s one less wedding to worry about. Besides, there’s a baby on the way and that’s taking up enough of their time and energy as it is. It’s taking up my time and energy and I’m still going to school on top of it.

Plus, we’ve hired a great photographer to capture the moment and will have a big party next week when we go back up to Edinburgh. For our honeymoon we’ll take the train down to Marseilles to see my father and I’m hoping once the baby is born, we can fly my mother out here from LA. Even though we still don’t have the best relationship, we’re working on it. Being with Brigs has taught me that we have to make amends while we can and that second chances don’t come by often. Since I reached out to my mother, and she’s been reciprocating, I feel this is as good of a chance as any.

“Are you nervous?” Brigs asks, coming over to me.

“No, are you?” I ask.

He shakes his head. “Not a bit.”

“Are you lying?”

“Maybe.”

I reach down to adjust my shoes. I’m wearing white Converse. No one will know and heels have been killing my back lately, along with everything else.

“Bloody hell, your tits look fabulous,” Brigs murmurs and just the silky way he says “tits” has my blood flowing hot. I glance up at him and he’s staring right down my cleavage. My boobs are absolutely out of control, which drives him crazy.

“Don’t fucking say tits,” I scold him, trying to straighten up.

He puts his hand on my shoulder and pushes me back down to my knees on the plush rug. “No, no. Stay down there. Don’t ruin this view. I doubt I’ll get to see this again.” His voice is so low, sliding over me like butter. “You in a white dress, with those tits. So fucking innocent looking.”

I know we don’t have a lot of time, but I don’t really care.

“Only I’m not so innocent,” I tell him, playing along. I reach for his zipper and undo his pants, shoving them down his hips. His cock juts out in front of me, thick and long and beautiful. Completely mine now.

I’ve married this cock.

I take it in my hands and lick him, suck at his precum and let the taste hit my tongue like a tonic. I don’t care what any woman says, when you’ve got a dick as big and excessively thick as his, giving blow jobs is fucking addicting.

He gives off tiny grunts and low moans as I find his balls, knowing exactly where and when to tug, as I bend and lick around his crown and all the way along his rigid shaft, the heat coming through his skin. The desire inside me is building until I’m tempted to slip a hand between my legs, and I can actually feel him get bigger, thicker, inside my mouth as I work at him.