“This is Larry.”
I nodded, already knowing his name since he was introduced when we first boarded the yacht two days earlier.
“He’s also an ordained minister and licensed to marry us.”
“What? Now?” I questioned, looking at Tyler before glancing down at the two piece, high waisted, African, dashiki printed bathing suit I wore.
“Right now, precious.”
He really only had two speeds. Fast and furious or zero. Inhaling deeply, I placed my hand in his outstretched one, and let him guide me over to where Larry was standing. Minutes later I was reciting wedding vows as a handful of the yacht’s staff stood in the background, serving as our witnesses.
“You wanted to know what my wish was at the well the night of our first date. I told you I’d tell you when it came true. This was it. For you to be my wife,” he stated just before lowering his head and giving me our first kiss as husband and wife.
And that is the story of how I became Mrs. Tyler Townsend.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Destiny
“I cannot believe we did this,” I breathed out, holding my left hand up in front of me as I passed through the door of my condo. I angled my head, marveling at the new infinity tattoo that adorned my left ring finger. Our actual rings were being custom made. How had he talked me into this?
“Believe it, precious,” Tyler growled low in my ear, his arms wrapping around my waist, pulling be backwards to his body.
I looked down, taking his left hand in mine, holding it up for my inspection. Like mine, his ring finger bore the identical infinity symbol tatted on the outside of his finger. His first tattoo ever. However, unlike mine, his had a little “D” hanging from the center of the symbol. D for Destiny, of course. My heart swelled in my chest. So much so that it threatened to burst.
“I love you,” I told him just because.
“I love you,” he returned. “But don’t get too mushy just yet. There’s something I need you to do.”
My eyes widened. “You haven’t asked enough of me already?”
Laughing, he began walking us toward my bedroom. “Not even close, precious.”
He pushed the door open and flicked the switch for the light. I blinked when I noticed that on my nicely made white sheets and comforter, was a cheerleading costume.
“There were some left over from Halloween. I had my assistant pick one up.”
“You’re planning on dressing up as a cheerleader?”
“Haha!” He growled, slapping me on the ass.
“Ouch!” I yelped and turned to rub my ass.
“Since I never got to see you in youractualcheerleading outfit back in the day, I figured the least you could do for your new husband was dress up while you showed me one of your old cheers.”
“Tyler, are you insane?” I regretted the question as soon as it came from my mouth. Of course he was. “Don’t answer that.” I held up my hands, waving off my silly question. “I am not—”
“Of course you are, precious,” he stated as if it were a foregone conclusion.
“And what makes you so damn sure?”
He peeled off the light bomber jacket he’d adorned, once we’d deplaned in Williamsport. Then he reached for the asymmetrical jacket, I wore, unbuttoning it and tossing it to the armchair where he’d tossed his.
“Because …” he began as he walked over to one of my wooden dressers at the foot of the bed, where he’d been keeping his belongings. He pulled out a wooden box and opened it. “If you’re good to me, tonight, I’ll return the favor, tenfold.”
I slowly crept over to him, peering inside the box. A tiny gasp escaped my lips as I took in the different instruments he kept inside.
“I’ve wanted to use the Wartenberg pinwheel on you for months.” His voice was so calm, steady, and full of need. It called to every cell in my body. The hairs on my arms and neck stood on end as he held up the metal pinwheel. It looked intimidating, but not as intimidating as the man wielding it. My nipples ached to be teased by him just from the image alone. I could only imagine the type of pleasure it could bring. The idea didn’t scare me.
