“And I guess I can start by making you happy right now,” I tell him as I kiss my way down to his chin, making my way down hisbody.
He leans back against the wall, his cock stiffening as I slide my hands down his smooth body, ready to grant him all the relief he’searned.
I take his cock into my mouth, working him up before pulling my mouth off and gripping his shaft. “I can’t wait to be sucking my husband’s cock,” I say before taking it in my mouth onceagain.
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“Goddammit,”I say as I stand before a floor-length mirror, working to resew the button on my bow tie. For the past ten minutes, Kelly’s been running around the rental lake house, searching for a sewing kit to repair the tie, but I’m shaking too much to fix thiseasily.
“Here, I got it.” Ty takes my bow tie and the kit, then slips into a nearby recliner in the lounge we wait in. Kelly plops down on a sofa on the other side of the room, between Sam and Ash. Xavier and Ben stand behind it, leaning down as Ash shows them pics of his kid andwife.
Everyone’s looking so dapper in their black suits andties.
Nice to have all my pals here for my bigday.
As I assess myself in the mirror, through the reflection, I catch Kelly leaning back on the couch, putting his hand behind his head as he relaxes. Sam falls onto his side, resting his head on Kelly’s thigh, and Kelly strokes his hand through Sam’s hair, gentlypetting.
The fact that my friends have been so cool with Sam reminds me of how lucky I am to have these guys, especially when the past few months have been so hectic. But every moment, every bit of stress, from renting this lake house, which offered the perfect view for our special day, to arranging the decor and catering…it’s all been worth it, and it’s been even better having Ty and Eric at my side the wholetime.
My only complaint in this moment, aside from the bow tie, is that I haven’t seen my man since last night. He’s on the other side of the house with Liam and the Bastard Motherfuckers, who are acting as his groomsmen for the occasion, Allison as his bestwoman.
“Stop shaking,” Ty says, “just relax.Breathe.”
“It’s hard to breathe right now, considering the collar is a little tight and the waistband on these pants isn’t exactlyloose.”
“I told you that you needed to at least be able to put your thumb inthere.”
“I didn’t want to attempt to make any more adjustments with the tailor. In the middle of June, really? Are you out of yourmind?”
“You’re lucky we were able to get her to make that curve for your ass. If it were up to her, she would have made that ass so wide, these pants would have basically been a skirt. But you would have been a beautifulbride.”
I enjoy a refreshing chuckle, appreciating that Ty is trying to keep mecalm.
“Aw, don’t be mean!” Ben calls out. “Heisa beautifulbride.”
The guys all get a good laugh out of that, and as they settle back into checking out Ash’s pictures, Ty rises to his feet and helps me put on thetie.
“Deep breaths, deep breaths,” he murmurs. “The hard part’sover.”
He’s right. We had our stresses, dealing with all the issues that came up, from having to hire a last-minute photographer to billing issues with catering, but the important moment is finally coming up…the part where Eric and I take that step, in front of God and everyone, proclaiming that what we feel is so much more than we ever expected. It’s real, and this moment feels so perfect since we’ve reached that place where we’re entangled in one another’s lives, embedded in each other’ssouls.
Today is the beginning of always with EricWestright.
There’s a knock at the door, and the photographer steps in to request the guys for some pictures of the groomsmen. I’ve already done a few with my family, so now they’reup.
“You good?” Tyasks.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine,” I say as he makes another adjustment to my tie. “Go, do yourthing.”
He heads out, and I’m alone in the room for a minute, assessing myself in the mirror, removing a stray thread, brushing off some dust or hair here andthere.
I scan through all the tasks that needed to be completed, working my way through the mental checklist the way I’d make my way through my task list at work. As I reach the end, I know that we really didit.
It all came together…somehow, someway…which leaves me with my thoughts ofEric.
Oh, EricWestright.
