“That’s definitely a ring.” The judge’s tone was dry, drawing a giggle from Hadley.
“It looks like my fiancé really did think of everything.”
I stole a quick kiss from her lips before sliding two of the rings from the box, holding them at the tip of her finger and waiting for the judge to continue.
“Your wedding ring is the visible sign of the invisible bond which unites your two hearts in love.”
“A visible sign nobody will be able to miss,” Hadley whispered.
The judge coughed to cover a chuckle at her aside. “Brecken, please place the ring on Hadley’s finger and repeat after me.”
I followed his instruction without glancing down, staring into Hadley’s eyes instead. I wanted her to see how much this moment meant to me.
“Hadley, I give you this ring. Wear it with love and joy. As this ring has no end, my love for you is also forever.”
“Is there a ring in there for you too, Brecken?”
Hadley cocked a brow at me in question before glancing down and catching sight of the matching men’s wedding band. “Yes, there is,” she answered, lifting it off the velvet interior.
“Hadley, place the ring on Brecken’s finger and repeat after me.”
Her voice didn’t tremble as she slid the ring on me. “With this ring, I marry you. Wear this ring forever as a sign of my love.”
“May the wedding rings you exchanged today remind you always that you are surrounded by deep and abiding love.”
I knew what was next and didn’t wait, claiming my wife’s lips in a passionate kiss that had her gasping for air once I was done. She was officially mine, and I had the papers to prove it.
12
HADLEY
The six-hour drive from the little town south of Lexington to Brecken’s home in Chicago flew past as we talked about all the things most couples would discuss during the first week or two of dating. Our childhoods, favorite books and movies, all the little things that made us who we were. We were doing it backwards since we were already married, but it didn’t matter because we’d learned the truly important stuff about each other back in the Nicaraguan jungle. Not only had we made it through hell together, but we’d spent more hours in each other’s company than most couples would after a couple months of dating.
The parking garage he pulled into was dark and kind of scary. I was a little uncertain until the elevator, which required a passcode to use, took us straight to the penthouse and the doors opened to the foyer of a gorgeous apartment. I started to walk out, but Brecken surprised me by sweeping me into his arms.
“I believe it’s customary for the groom to carry the bride over the threshold.” His voice was a whisper of sound, his breath hot against my ear as he carried me into the living room before setting me on my feet.
The design was all black leather and shiny chrome, a bachelor pad fit to grace the pages of a home décor magazine. There was a giant flat screen television on one wall and what looked like a gourmet kitchen across the open space. But the most impressive part of the apartment was the floor to ceiling windows overlooking Lake Michigan. I was drawn to them as though by an invisible string, placing my palms against the cold glass as I looked outside at the incredible view.
I didn’t hear Brecken approach me from behind, but I felt him when he pressed me against the window. The contrast between the heat of his body and the glass, chilled from the outside temperature, sent a shiver through me. The view blurred as Brecken twisted me in his arms until I was facing him. Then his lips crashed down on mine, our tongues tangling together while his hands made quick work of the removal of our clothes, leaving him completely naked and me standing in nothing but my tiny, white lace panties.
When he tore his mouth from mine and wrapped his lips around one of my nipples, I moaned and tangled my hands in his hair to hold his head in place. Mewling and rubbing against him, I was close to the edge just from the attention he lavished on my breasts—licking, sucking and nibbling at the sensitive flesh. My back arched and my hips moved restlessly against him in search of more contact. A silent request he answered by dipping his fingers into my panties, sliding them through my wetness. His mouth lifted from my nipple, and I watched as he replaced it with his drenched fingers.
“I could live on the taste of your pussy alone,” he growled. “But as much as I want to eat at you for hours, it’s going to have to wait because I need to be inside you. Now.”
“I need you just as much.”
His eyes darkened further at my response. He claimed my mouth one more time, letting me taste myself on his lips beforehe spun me around to face the window again. I raised my hands and placed them on the glass to brace myself, widening my stance and tilting my hips to give him better access. His hands slid around my hips, thumbs resting on the small of my back. He leaned over and whispered in my ear. “So fucking beautiful, seeing you spread out for me like this.”
Then the heat of his body was gone except for the feel of his legs outside mine as he lined his dick up with my entrance and drove into me with one powerful thrust. There was none of the pain from our last time, only the intense pleasure of his hardened length sliding against my inner walls. “So good,” I moaned.
“And so fucking tight.” His fingers dug into my hips as he pulled out and plunged back in, over and over again. He went deeper and faster with each ram of his hips. “My wife.”
His voice held a purring satisfaction at being able to call me his. It made my pussy flutter against him. “My husband,” I gasped, sending him into a frenzy.
“Your pussy is mine, my precious girl,” he growled into my ear, pushing me against the glass as he hammered into me. His hand slid up my back, along my arm and down to my hand. “This ring marks you as mine for all the world to see, but I want to leave other brands on your body. Ones for my eyes only.”
I felt the scrape of his stubble before his teeth sunk into my shoulder. The sharp sting made me shudder with pleasure. When he didn’t let go, holding me submissive underneath him, the way a lion would his lioness, while he thrust in and out, I exploded. “Brecken!” I screamed.
