“We’re outside,” I say with a shaky giggle.
“I own all the land in every direction, but the yard is fenced off so no one can see in anyway,” he assures me, sliding one, then two fingers into my pussy before he quickly replaces them with the head of his cock.
“Oh,” I pant, as he inches inside of me, holding most of my weight with the arm he has banded around me.
It feels like it takes forever before my ass settles fully onto his lap, the fabric of his pants soft beneath my butt. “Oh my god,” I whine, feeling full and excited.
“How does it feel?” he asks quietly.
“So good. Fuck me, Knight, please,” I beg.
“Soon,” he assures me, carefully smoothing my skirt down over my thighs.
“Soon,” I gasp in protest. “No, now, I need you.”
A soft beeping sound comes from somewhere, followed by the sound of footsteps. “Oh my god, is someone here?” I whisper-yell.
Before he has a chance to answer, three people round the corner of the building—two men and a woman. All three are older and dressed smartly—the two men in suits, the woman in a classy knee-length dress and heels.
“Knight,” the first man says, striding over with his hand outstretched toward him.
“Judge Lodge, thank you for doing this,” Knight says, reaching around me to take the man’s hand. They shake, and the guy takes a seat beside us.
Oh. My. God. There is a stranger sitting beside us on the sofa, while I’m naked beneath my dress and full of Knight’s cock.
“It’s great to see you, although I have to admit I’m shocked this is the reason you’re calling in your marker. Hell, I don’t think you can even call this a favor. I consider it an honor,” Judge Lodge says, his lips spread into a wide smile.
“While I appreciate that, sir, I’m still more than happy to call us even after today,” Knight tells him, his tone respectful.
“I’m Brandon. You must be Miss Hodkins. It’s a pleasure to meet the woman who’s captured this man’s heart,” Judge Lodge says, holding his hand out to me to shake.
Taking his hand, I shake it weakly. “Please call me Octavia, or Octy. And it’s nice to meet you too,” I say politely, still not entirely sure why there is a freaking judge sitting in Knight’s backyard.
“Well, Octy, I really never thought I’d see the day that Knight Taylor would settle down, so you must be a very special woman.”
My lips part, but I have no idea what to say. I’m sitting on his dick, so I’m hardly in a position to claim I barely know Knight, even though it’s the truth. The urge to move, to separate and put distance between me and the force that Knight seems to haveover me, drives me to tense and start to push myself out of his lap. But his arm bands tightly around my waist, keeping me in place, his cock still buried deep inside of me.
“My clerk, Roger, has copies of all the paperwork you sent me, so just let me know how you want to do this, and we’ll make this all official,” Brandon says excitedly.
“I thought under the pergola might be nice,” Knight says, gesturing to the beautiful flower-draped structure.
The moment Brandon turns to look away, Knight lifts me off his hardness, smooths my skirt, and tucks his dick back into his pants in the blink of an eye, so quickly and discreetly that I know neither the judge nor his colleagues saw anything—thank God.
“Today is merely a formality. Octavia has been my wife since the day we met,” Knight says, his words and tone so reasonable that even I believe him.
“Are you expecting any guests, or would you like Shelley and Roger to act as witnesses?” Brandon asks, standing and turning to look at us, his expression excited.
“The only person who is important is my wife,” Knight says succinctly.
A soft chuckle bursts from Brandon’s throat. “Well, let’s get you married then.”
Blinking, I try to speak, to argue, or protest or something, but no words come. I’m mute. Wordless. Silent.
I don’t speak when Knight stands, takes my hand, and leads me across the patio. I don’t talk when he turns to face me. I don’t murmur when Brandon looks at us with fond affection and then starts to speak.
“Do you, Knight Anderson Taylor, take Octavia Ruth Hodkins to be your lawfully wedded wife, to have and to hold, to protect and to worship, to care for and honor in sickness and in health, until death do you part?” Brandon asks.
“I do,” Knight instantly replies, his answer clear, calm, and honest.
