The clock on the wall ticked.
“Max, you need to be leaving.”
“What are you wearing underneath?”
“Max…” Her pretty face flushed.
“Tell me and I’ll go. You can pretend I’ve never been here.” I pushed my forehead to hers.
“A white lace thong and a garter. You can take it off with your teeth when we get in bed.”
She’d told me not to mess her make-up so I didn’t. Instead I pressed a kiss to her collar bone and then dropped lower, trailing my lips to between her tits and kissing the soft skin there.
“Max!” There was laughter in her voice. “Don’t go any lower.”
It was suddenly all I wanted to do, to have her go in to our wedding fresh from an orgasm I’d given her, to know something that no one else did.
“Vic…”
She put one finger under my chin and drew me up, putting her lips on mine again. “You’ll have to wait until the end.”
What came out of me now was definitely a growl. “That’s not happening.”
She laughed. “There’s a large bathroom at the pub. I’m sure we can grab a few minutes in there. Go. Pretend you haven’t seen me. It’s meant to be bad luck.” The smile on her face was rich and dirty, totally not in keeping with the dress I’d seen so far.
I shook my head and reluctantly backed towards the door.
“Go. Another hour and a bit and we’ll be married.”
I nodded, pausing, grabbing my wallet. “I’d have married you anywhere, dressed in anything.”
“I know. But we’re doing it this way. The longer it takes you to leave, the longer I’ll make you wait at the alter.”
“Fine.” She looked beautiful and I still hadn’t let myself look at all of her. “I’ll just make you wait for an orgasm when we’re in that bathroom…”
Her response was simple. Just one finger.
I laughed and left, knowing that I wouldn’t have long to wait until I saw her again.
“Nervous?” Killian stood next to me at the front of the tiny church where Marie had dragged us when were kids.
I looked at the people who were sitting in the pews; my dad, Marie, the men I’d trained with that morning. There were a few friends from the university, both colleagues and friends I’d made as a student. It wasn’t planned to be a big wedding; we’d opted for small and intimate so we’d have chance to spend time with the people there.
“No. I’ll feel better when I see her.” I hadn’t told anyone that I’d already seen her less than an hour before; I didn’t fancy listening to all their superstitions and hysterics.
Killian laughed. “I feel nervous for you. It’s all eyes on you for the next half an hour or so and there’ll always be someone looking at you later.”
I smirked, knowing there would be no one looking at us when we slipped off to that bathroom. Sleeping with my wife for the first time in a semi-public place definitely wasn’t the height of romance, but we could take our time later. Slipping away and into her was definitely a priority – every time.
Seph walked into the church, a huge smile on his face. He gave me the thumbs up and the violin quartet that we had agreed early on in our wedding planning started to play the song we’d chosen for Vic to walk up the aisle.
I faced the front, having had it drilled into me that I wasn’t suppose to watch her as she walked up the aisle. I heard the silence fall, caught a few whispers of people cooing over how good she looked and I willed myself not to turn, instead looking at Killian who had turned and had a grin as wide as the Pacific on his face.
“She definitely looks like she wants to be here, man. Nothing to suggest that she’s doing this against her will.”
“Thanks.” I closed my eyes. I heard Eliza shout something about Auntie Vic.
Then there were footsteps, heels. The scent of Chanel. My heart hadn’t burst out of my chest and instead started to settle, knowing that she was there, about to be next to me.
