“What do you mean?”
“Just trust me.” I don’t want her fucking up my plans for the next fight. I don’t want to tell her about it either. She’s just going to have to follow my lead, and I’m going to have to hope she doesn’t fuck anything up. I’m pretty sure she wouldn’t approve if I told her what I was planning.
She seems to roll that around in her head for a while before she finally nods. “Okay.” Her voice is a little shaky, although I can tell she’s trying to keep it under control. “Okay. Let’s do it.”
#
If she was after a romantic wedding with roses and bridesmaids and a pretty cake with a dove on top, she’s going to be sorely disappointed. But she doesn’t say a thing as we head to the county clerk’s office and ask for a marriage license. We go through the formalities as the clerk checks our IDs, fills out the forms, shows us both where to sign.
She signs “Jessica” then pauses. I know she’s just realized she needs to decide whether to write “Spada” or “McAllister.” I can’t help grinning a little when she finally drags the pen up to make the first line of an “M.” Jessica McAllister. I like the sound of that. I hope she does, too.
I have to write them a check for the license, then another one to pay for a civil ceremony. I feel a little guilty about it—maybe I’ll just spring for a nicer ceremony later. She’d probably appreciate that.
Why do you care? This is an arrangement, not a love match. But I do care, for whatever reason. For the moment, though, I push the feeling back.
We don’t have rings. It doesn’t really matter for the ceremony, but the clerk who runs us through the vows seems a little taken aback. Whatever. It’s none of his fucking business. And when it’s done, I grab Jess and kiss her like I’ve never kissed her before, claiming her mouth, stroking her tongue with mine until the clerk clears her throat and says, “I’m sorry, but I have some other business. I’ll leave you here to…”
When I pull back from Jess, the clerk is making a vague gesture, and I almost laugh. I feel strangely light, like I’ve just won the fucking lottery or something. Do I really believe this is going to keep Spada off my ass? Do I really believe he’s not going to straight-up murder me when he finds out?
I’m not sure. At the moment, I don’t care. Because it’s just hit me.
She’s mine. All of her. Forever. No matter what her father thinks, there’s not a goddamn thing he can do about it, because my name is next to hers on a piece of paper at the county clerk’s office.
I don’t think I’ve ever been so horny in my life as I am at that moment. My dick feels like it might explode if I don’t get it inside her right this second.
I grab her by the arm and pull her toward the door. “Let’s go, honey. Don’t want to offend the public servant, here.”
Jess seems unimpressed by my attempt at humor. “Where are we going?”
“Anywhere,” I answer in a low voice, almost growling. “Anywhere but here.”
She stops for a split second and then does a double step to catch up. “Cain? What are you doing?”
I swing her out through the door and scope out the doors that open onto the hallway. “Getting you somewhere I can fuck the shit out of you.”
She tugs at my hand, a look of mild alarm taking over her face. “Cain, seriously? Here?”
I pull her close, pressing my mouth against her ear. “I can’t wait another second, Jess. You’re my wife now. I want to make you my wife for real.”
“That’s what signing the marriage license was for.”
“I want to fuck you right here, right now, until you scream so loud somebody calls 9-1-1.”
“That seems like a really bad idea.” But she’s not pulling at my hand quite so hard anymore, and I can tell by the way her cheeks are pinking up that she’s totally on board with this plan.
In the meantime I’m not sure how I manage to use any of my brain cells long enough to formulate the plan, since all my blood has rushed to my dick. But I check the doors in the hallway until I find one that’s unlocked. I push the door open. Behind it is an empty office. I lead Jess in then close the door and lock it behind us.
“You’re nuts,” Jess says, but the corners of her lips are curling up.
I pick her up and sit her down on the desk, pressing my mouth against her ear again. “Going to fuck you so hard. You’ll never forget you’re mine, ’cause you’ll never get that taste out of the back of your throat.”
She shivers, her arms draping over my shoulders. “I don’t think we should do this. What if somebody hears us? Could we get arrested?”