“If you behave, I might let you find out.”
Oran ignores me because part of him thinks I say frivolous shit sometimes.
“It’s time to go mister, don’t fuck with my sister’s emotions if you don’t want me to hurt you,” Esme says when she appears at the door.
“Oh, baby girl, don't promise me a good time. If I fuck with her, will you promise to make it hurt?”
Esme gives me a side eye. “I’ll just go. I almost shot you.” She looks at Oran. “Get his lanky ass to his spot, Superman.”
“I’ll see what I can do, Sprite.”
She flicks her light brown eyes to Oran then back to me. “Y’all are weird.” She disappears when we laugh. She has no idea.
“Well, ready to join me in what-the-fuck-a-mony?” Oran prompts.
“Oh, Oran, that almost sounded like a proposal.”
“Well polygamy isn’t illegal here. So technically I could propose,” he jokes as he leads me in the hallway.
I clasp my hands together. “Please do, I’ll be the happiest guy in the world…”
We must be laughing too hard because the guests look at us like they want in on the joke. I sober and take my spot. My dad glares like we’re being embarrassing and it’s his wedding. I suppress the urge to shoot him both middle fingers. That philandering asshole has a lot of nerve looking at me. I’d fight his ass if it wouldn’t embarrass the hell out of Karessa and mess up her hard work. Oran sits next to Ainslee in the front row.
Karessa has some boring introduction music planned so I made a last-minute change this morning. Lana Del Rey’sLust for Lifestarted when she was in the hall and by the time she enters Lana is singing about being the master of her own fate. Her green eyes bore into mine and narrows because she picks it up before the others but it’s too late. Oran chuckles when the take off your clothes portion of the song begins. Dondi’s eyes grow, Karessa’s mom rolls her eyes to hide her amusement and Arthur scowls. Karessa looks delicious in a softly beaded sheer wedding dress. It has a deep V that leaves no hope for a bra. Good. I will be claiming what’s mine soon. I feel like she got this dress to tease me although I know she’s not completely nude underneath but being able to see the outline and movement of her legs clearly has me shifting my weight.
She gets to me as the song finishes the “lust for life” portion of the song. Her expertly poised face doesn’t show any signs of distress but after she hangs the simple sprig of cherry blossom she was holding to her dad who passed it to Imala when he sits, she squeezes my hands hard while giving me a fake but cheery smile. I wink at her as the ceremony begins.
I do my best to pay attention but it’s not lost on me that outside of my sexual desire for her I know she is a beautiful bride. The possessive side that seems to form when I slide her rings on her finger dares anyone to look too long at her. She’s mine. I can’t believe it but I beam with pride when she genuinely smiles at the rings. It’s a set of three classic gold. The first and last v in opposite directions and are covered in diamonds while the middle is a brilliant pear cut diamond. She’s like a queen to me, regal and poised, and she reminds me of Rihanna so she looks like a superstar. To me, the rings together look like a mixture of a tiara and a star. It looks damn good on her finger.
Her handshakes a little when she puts on my ring but there isn’t hesitation or angst in her eyes. We may not be in love but we get along the majority of the time and I’m honored she trusts me enough to not act like being forced to marry me is the end of her world. The officiant gives me the okay to kiss my bride and her lips thin out when she sees my smirk. Oh look, my doll is learning my smiles. I may not end her world but I will fuck it up.
I grab her by her throat with my fingers cupping her chin. I’ll show them one of the reasons she married me. I nip her bottom lip then suck on it. After a beat Arthur clears his throat. Fuck him. This is my wedding. My tongue travels then I take the rest of her mouth in a kiss. She tries to move back but I grab her hip and hold her flush against me. She knows what I want and there’s only one way to get me off of her. Finally, my wife moans and melts against me to completely fall into the kiss. Fuck that’s arousing.
“That’s enough!” my sperm donor hisses.
I break the kiss but plant some soft pecks along her jaw, letting my beard tease the side of her neck.
“Jagger,” she sighs when I bite the apex of her neck and shoulder.
Satisfied I throw my arm around her shoulder and face the stunned crowd. The Officiator announces us as a married couple. Oran grins like he’s proud while Ainslee looks at me like she’s never seen me before.
Embarrassed, Karessa burrows her head in my side as I walk us out.
Chapter Eleven
Karessa
I feelequal parts capable of fighting Jagger and jumping his bones. I can’t believe he made me moan in front of everyone. Actually, I can. I am talking about Jagger Liam Hanlon. I’m trying to keep up with his long strides as he power walks towards the bridal suite. He pulls me in and slams me against the door then stares at me like he’s never seen me before. Once he has looked his fill, his face breaks into a smile.
“Mrs. Hanlon.” He gets in my face like he’s trying to inhale me. “Hi, sweet baby.”
I grin, blushing but remember that I have a bone to pick. “Really, Jagger? What the hell was that kiss?”
He traces my clavicle with his fingers, pulling me back under his spell. “A fucking preview.” He continues his exploration down the valley of my breasts. “I love that you don’t have that invisible lace bullshit covering your skin.” I sigh when he connects with the inside of my left boob. “I love easy access. Get rid of these,” his orders when he feels the nipple cover. “I want to be teased with knowing you could flash us with one wrong move.”
He releases the sexiest groan I’ve ever heard as he rubs himself through his slacks.
“Jagger.” I have nothing. I want what he’s offering.
