“I hope we never have to use them again,” He whispers hoarsely in my ear. We break apart when the song slowly fades, and Bran grins a huge, sloppy, happy smile. “I love you so much, Delaney.”
“I love you, too, Bran.” I say earnestly before Bran’s gaze slides over my shoulder. I turn as Baron saunters over to us. My brother, once again, hands me off to my husband, and my heart grows too big for my chest.
Baron cups my face in both his hands to wipe away my tears before we take our dance. A sudden, excited buzz floats just above my head, and the hairs on the back of my neck bristle. Glancing around, I hold my breath in apprehension when I notice that nearly every guest is standing, inching closer to us. “Did you change my plans without telling me?”
I shoot an accusatory look at Baron before he blinks, looking around in confusion. The cat’s out of the bag, and a man I don’t recognize flings a bunch of money up in the air with a whoop. He’s clearly drunk, and I gasp when other guests follow his lead. Bills rain down on Baron and I as the music pumping from the speakers grows louder, and I can’t help but laugh. He twirls me around suddenly, and the floor shakes as people stomp their feet to the cheerful music.
“What the Hell, Wolfy?” Baron asks loudly, and I look over at the man as he raises his beer and drains it. Casting a questioning look at me husband, I frown in displeasure. “He’s my cousin. I sent him an invite thinking he wouldn’t bother showing up. We haven’t seen each other since we were kids. He’s my father’s sister’s grandchild.”
“B- but you’re about the same age?” I stammer, and Baron shrugs as the party around us gets into full swing.
“My father was nearly 60 when he married my mom. 66 when I was born,” Baron reveals, and I blink in shock before shaking my head hard. Who cares about such trivial details? “At least his idea of a surprise is this kind of thing. He’s always been a bit of a prankster, but nothing that’s not harmless and enjoyable.”
“I’ll kill him,” I whisper viciously, pouting as Baron throws back his head and laughs. “I’ll thank him, and then I’ll kill him for this.”
“Then you’ll have to go down the line and wring all their necks for going along with it,” Baron points out joyously, but our mirth becomes damp when Liam walks up to us. He smiles politely, holding up a small chain with a diamond-encrusted shamrock dangling from it. “At least it’s not another check.” Baron snorts, but Liam ignores him.
“Every woman in the family gets one,” Liam explains, and I turn to hold up my hair in acceptance. “You’re the ones that do all the work, after all. Us men are just big, dumb arseholes that you put up with. Aye?”
“I’ve had that thought in passing,” I say, grinning when Baron gasps and covers his mouth in playful surprise. The necklace lays heavily on my sternum before Liam closes the clasp, and I turn back around to face him. “I don’t want to, but I suppose I should thank you. We wouldn’t have been able to put the down payment for this resort without that check. So. . . thank you, Liam.”
“You’re welcome. I was honestly expecting you to rip it up and throw it away, but I’m glad you used it to move forward,” Liam raises his prosthetic hand to rub his cheek with a grimace. The mechanisms whirr when he curls his metal fingers. “I cannae admit it’s kind of growing on me, aye? I was expecting to flash Petra Frey, but she’s not here.”
“I don’t think anything less than meeting God can change my mother’s selfish stubbornness.” Baron snorts, and they share a glance. I know Liam is itching to wrap his prosthetic around Petra’s neck, but weddings are neutral ground.
Watching him walk away, I chuff lightly. I’d fucking beat him to death with that mechanical hand if he dared ruin my wedding.
CHAPTER25
BARON
Ihave never wanted to get out of a party so bad in my life.
Not because I wasn't having a good time or because her family was overwhelming but because the longer Delaney and I stood there dancing and mingling with the guests the longer I had to stand by and see her in that dress. I want to make love to my wife and I don't want to be interrupted. When she threw her bouquet and said it was time for us to leave I raced us out of there as quickly as I could. It was a wonderful wedding and I'm sure I'll remember it all my life but right now all I want is to consummate this marriage. With my love.
We walk over to the bridal villa slowly. I want to remember ever moment of this night.
"Did we forget anything back the reception? Maybe we ought to go back and make sure that everyone has some..."
Before she can continue I turn her and bring my lips down to hers, "We're not going back, we didn't forget anything and I'm not sharing you another moment for the rest of the night. We're going home." I say against her lips as I pull away. She gasps and her hands tremble slightly as she takes mine again.
"Yes, husband." She whispers and a deep growl rumbles through my chest. She's my wife. I feel like I won the jackpot in every sense of the word.
We make it to the large bridal Villa and before she can walk in I bend down and lift her off her feet. She squeals slightly before she settles into my arms and stares into my face while I walk us over to the bedroom. Nothing is going to stand in my way right now besides death. I stand her up in front of the bed and slowly start to undo her gown. It pulls at her feet and I have to help her step out of it. When she stands in front of me in just her undergarments I groan with the effort it takes for me not to savagely ravage her. We have our entire lives to fuck, but tonight is the only night I'm going to be able to make love to my wife on our wedding day. I have to do this right. I want her to remember how our love feels .
I take my time pulling all the pins out of her hairdo to let her long hair fall down over her shoulders. She sighs and lets me take care of her. She's not fighting to stay present or thinking about anything going on outside of this room. Exactly how I want her. All mine.
"Delaney, you're so gorgeous. Everything about you is utterly perfect just for me."
"Baron. No crying for bride on the wedding day." She says and her eyes begin to water.
"You cry if you need to Delaney, I'm not going anywhere. Ever. I'm yours for life."" I tell her and lean down to kiss her gently on the mouth. She runs her hands down the front of my shirt and she lightly drags her nails down my chest. The slow pace I've been trying to keep is kicked up a few notches when I deepen the kiss and slide my suit jacket off my shoulder. It hits the ground and her fingers are on my buttons before I can get my hands back up. I run my fingertips down the sides of her ornate lingerie but I'm not positive how I'm supposed to get it off so Delaney takes over while I work on my pants and shoes. She unhooks something in the front of the bra piece and pulls a few strings which gets the fancy lingere to fall from her body leaving her chest bare for me.
"Fucking perfect." I mutter before I lean down and suck one of her hard nipples into my mouth. She moans and pushes her chest forward more to allow me to get more of her chest into my mouth. I suck and pull making sure not to be too rough as she's already mentioned to me they were getting sensitive thanks to the baby. She purrs against me and I lift her of the ground to lay her on the oversized king bed. The resort really spared no expenses when it came to our bridal villa.
Delaney is definitely not on the same go slow agenda as I am as she wraps her legs around my waist and tries to pull me into her. My cock is already rock hard but I can wait a little longer while I make sure she's taken care of. I move from her breasts and kiss down her stomach laying extra kisses on the small mound that seems to have grown in the past few weeks before I move on to her core. I slip my fingers into her panties and slide them down her legs but I leave the garter belt on simply because I like the way it looks on her skin.
"Baron. You're driving me crazy.' She pants out and I plant one final kiss on her thigh right above the garter before I push her legs apart and feast on her wet cunt. She nearly bucks off the bed after one swipe of my tongue.
