“I can’t believe that we all fell in love with triplets,” Callie says.
“We are lucky,” I agree. I love that Holly and I are so close to Callie. We joke that she’s our third sister and have a group chat together. In it, we tease each other, share funny memes, and make plans to meet up in person together.
After we finish getting ready, it’s time to get married to my groom. I descend the staircase as the long silky train for my wedding dress flows behind me. The sweetheart neckline and petal sleeves keep it cool enough to wear during our summer wedding.
The showroom is the same one where we watched Lucien and Celeste perform that night. Only now the stage is decorated with a beautiful trellis that’s been twined with real ivy and peach roses. Petals are scattered all along the aisle and the benches are filled with our family and friends.
Ford is in front of the trellis, and his brothers are with him. The three of them all look so handsome in their matching tuxedos, and I love the way they keep nudging each other and chuckling quietly. It’s good to see my man laughing.
My mom gives me away, pressing a soft kiss to my cheek before she does. “Be happy with him. You deserve it.”
Ford takes my hand in his, and I feel the familiar zing of attraction. He knows exactly how to turn me on with a look, a touch, or even just a word.
“Behave,” I mouth at him.
He gives me a wink and turns his attention to the officiant who performs the ceremony. Repeating my vows to Ford and having him repeat them back to me feels special and sacred, like we’re the only two people left in the whole world.
When he leans in close to kiss me, hope swells in my heart. This is our new beginning, our beautiful story is entering into a new chapter, one where we’re husband and wife.
After dozens of photos and some good-natured teasing from our family, we finally step onto the dance floor for our first dance as a couple. He pulls me close to his chest. “Do you have any idea how much I adore you?”
I put my head on his chest. “I might have some idea.”
He chuckles, and I feel the rumbling vibration. I’ve never felt happier than I do with his hands pressing me close and the soft hum of contentment that he’s making.
“I’m looking forward to our honeymoon,” I tell him, already thinking of Italy and all the amazing sights we’ve planned to see together.
He doesn’t love the idea of traveling, but he told me he wants me to have the honeymoon of my dreams. My art classes will be part of it too but those are scheduled for the mornings. The rest of the day–and all night–will be ours to spend together as newlyweds.
“We could start it now,” he offers. “I booked the room upstairs, the same one we were in that night.”
I glance up at his handsome face. “Then what are we waiting for?”
My squeal of delight can be heard by all the guests as he scoops me up into his arms and carries me bridal style from the reception and up the stairs to our room. While our guests continue to dance and mingle, I’ll be celebrating the start of my marriage with my big, burly husband.
Epilogue
Joy
“That is the seventh person you’ve told we’re newlyweds,” I fuss at Ford as we stand in line at our gate. We’re boarding the plane for our honeymoon after a very long night spent at Club Crave.
My body is sore all over, and I barely slept. But I don’t care because my husband couldn’t keep his hands off of me.
“It’s exciting,” Ford answers. “Besides, a man has a right to be proud of his new bride.”
“Oh, sure. You’ll tell everyone that we’re newlyweds, but you won’t—” I glance around and lower my voice, so no one overhears me. “Join the Mile High Club with me?”
“And risk someone else hearing you? Those noises you make when I’m deep inside of you are for me and me alone.” It’s that possessive, jealous note in his voice that sends a shiver down my spine.
He puts a hand on my hip and gives it a firm squeeze. “Be a good girl on the plane, and I’ll let you ride my cock the moment we’re at the hotel.”
I blow out a breath, not even sure how I’m going to survive this flight. Not when my big, strong husband has been making such filthy promises.
It turns out the plane ride isn’t nearly as arousing as I thought it would be. Mainly because I fell asleep on Ford’s shoulder. Not sleeping the night before probably had something to do with exhaustion from my wedding night, but I have zero regrets. It was worth it.
By the time I woke, we were descending, and he had fastened my seatbelt back around me. I blink open gritty eyes and smile up at him. I still can’t believe we’re doing this together. We’ve only known each other for a year, but it feels like a lifetime.
We wait to disembark until the plane is nearly empty. While waiting, I distract Ford by telling him about the painting classes that are coming up. It’s better to wait to leave the plane. If someone else bumps into me, Ford will lose his shit.
