Nathan leaned in and kissed my cheek. “I’m gonna leave you alone with your fellow Sadists while I catch up with some friends. Send me your panic look if you need me to rescue you, okay?”
I grinned and stole a quick kiss. “I think I’ll manage.”
He smiled back, and it was nice to see the happiness reaching his eyes. “I’ll be back soon enough, regardless. I want you to meet everyone.”
It was a plan.
Nate walked off, and I turned to Reese and Colt.
“I feel like I was just dropped off at kindergarten.”
“Well, you’re safe with us,” Reese chuckled and took a step to the side. He gestured at his twin brother. “You can steal his lunch money if you want.”
Colt and I laughed.
The twin brother did not. He sat there with a scowl on his face, nursing a beer. “Piss off, bro. I coulda been at home, watchin’ the game.”
Reese lifted his brows and blocked my view of the brother again. “What he means to say is, hey, my name is River—nice to meet you.”
I grinned. “Can’t blame the guy. Home is comfortable.”
Sometimes too comfortable.
The next day, Nate and I were about thirty miles and a whole world away from kink. Underneath the string lights in a semi-affordable ballroom, we danced to theLion Kingsoundtrack as husbands. Properly, this time. We’d gotten married because we’d wanted to, not because it would increase our chances of adopting or claiming spousal benefits at work.
“It feels real, doesn’t it?” I murmured.
He rested his forehead to mine and smiled. “Incredibly. I worried for a moment it would feel like we’ve already done this, but it really doesn’t.”
“Yeah.” I smiled and kissed him chastely.
Eighty-two guests were in town, with most of them staying at this very hotel, and some of them soon joined us on the dance floor, both grown-ups and children. The latter was something we’d both wanted—for the wedding to be kid-friendly. The adults had dined on steak or halibut, and the children had had their own pizza buffet.
I couldn’t lie, I’d envied Dylan’s pizza a bit.
“What’re you thinking about?” Nate asked.
I chuckled under my breath and pressed my lips to his cheek. “Pizza.”
He shook with silent laughter and buried his face against my neck. “Figures. Meanwhile, I’m thinking about how sexy you are wearing a wedding ring, and I can’t wait until that’s the only thing you have on.”
Fuck me. “Damn, boy. Let’s not make these pants tighter before we’ve even cut the cake.”
And there we had the perfect trifecta. Nate’s tight ass, pizza, and cake.
We didn’t need a fancy hotel suite or a honeymoon. The kids went to Nate’s folks’, my own parents headed back to Haverford, and we had twenty-four hours on our own at home.
I spent much of that time balls deep in my husband’s ass.
“Fuck…do we really have time?”
“Yup.” I stroked the oil onto my cock and nudged his legs farther apart, and then I pushed inside in a single thrust.
“Fffuck,” he gritted out.
I exhaled and planted my forehead in the dip between his shoulder blades as the pleasure washed over me.
We had five minutes before we had to be downstairs, and I needed two. Nate wasn’t the only one who went apeshit at seeing a wedding band on his husband’s finger.
