I grinned, breathless. “Is that a fear?”
“Not going to say it’s a pleasant experience for me.”
“But speaking vows in front of a church full of people is okay?”
He nodded.
I nodded. “We’re getting married.”
“We’re already married.”
“Not like we will be. You wanted the church wedding, remember?”
“I do.” His eyes narrowed and his brow furrowed—he was suspicious.
I tapped the pillow next to him. “We don’t make the marriage official until the wedding night.”
“Fuck that.” He was between my legs and pushed into my silk underwear. He didn’t enter me but showed me what I was missing.
I had to bite my lip to stifle a groan. “Control, remember?”
He stared at me until he sighed. “What I’m getting from this is that words were not the fucking bottom line.”
“Maybe.”
“It’s like when a damsel used to tell her knight not to swing his sword in a competition, because she expected him to get knocked off his horse—in her honor.”
“Something like that.”
He sighed, longer this time, turning over on the pillow. He set his hands over his chest and stared at the ceiling, his massive cock pointing to the side because it was too big to stand straight without reinforcements on either side. I curled up next to him, holding on as tightly as I could to his ribs. He relaxed some, wrapped an arm around my shoulders, kissed my head, and held me even tighter than I was holding him. Tight enough I felt like I couldn’t breathe.
I hadn’t slept so good since he’d been shot.
CHAPTER26
Mrs. Big
I’d heardone of the girls at Dynamic tell another girl that her wedding day would be one of the most important days of her life.
I’d never considered that before.
I mean…a wedding was a wedding. Two people would stand before family and friends, and if the couple was religious, exchange vows that would be blessed. Maybe a reception after to celebrate. To dance the night away.
Something to remember.
A marker on paper that announced to the world that a union had been made. And a bookmark sealed in a calendar to remind the couple—this is what we did in honor of…love.
The wedding Big and I had in Casino Portofino, for the casino’s anniversary, was only about the two of us. I wore a Grecian-style dress. He wore a tux. We exchanged traditional vows and then celebrated with each other all night long.
Itdidturn out to be one of the best days of my life. It was all about us and nothing else.
Simple, but profound.
Standing outside of the church with my brothers, who were going to walk me down the aisle, I knew this was going to be special, but…I was still okay with the first wedding beingthewedding.
I got why Big wanted to do this, and I got why he wanted me to, because it brought both of us out of our comfort zones and made us vulnerable together as we faced the world and made promises in front of them. And our vows would become sacred to more than just us—since this was a church, religiously speaking.
I looked down at my hands, and they were trembling. Angelo and Phoenix both took a hand and squeezed.
