“And now you may kiss the bride.”
Everyone stood from their seats and cheered for the new Mr. and Mrs. Gage Parker. Harper and Gage turned toward the crowd as I fixed her train before they made their way down the aisle. Chase and I met behind them, my arm linking with his.
“Can we ditch this and go back to our room?” he whispered into my ear. “I want to peel that dress off you.”
I peered down at the dress, a simple slip dress in pink satin that had a halter top and an open back with a bow above the ass. It did make me look hot.
“There’s time for that later. We have all tomorrow.”
We had the rest of our lives.
“But how am I supposed to keep my hands off you looking like this? That dress outlines your ass so perfectly. And those tits of yours…”
We made it to the end of the aisle and were surrounded by tons of guests. Thankfully my horny boyfriend was able to keep his hands to himself so we could tend to our duties for the bride and groom.
It was going to be an exhausting day.
And I was already tired.
“Maryellen,” Harper called out. “Can you gather all the girls and guys? The photographer wants us to head toward the barn.”
That would be like herding cattle since they had already made their way to the bar. And food was being hand served in the room as well.
“Chase.” I grabbed his arm, and he spun around to face me.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
I smiled at his immediate concern. “Nothing, with me anyway. Gage and Harper need the bridal party by the barn, now, for pictures. Can you help me?”
He looked around and understood the gravity of the request as well. Moving to the bar, he leaned over and asked the bartender something close to his ear. The guy nodded and gave Chase a firm handshake. Chase then faced the group.
“All right, everyone. I’ve arranged for a server to follow us to the barn to bring us drinks and food while we do photos for the bride and groom. Let’s go!”
That got the group going. They made sure to grab their current drink, and we traveled as a group along the cobblestone path through the gardens. The mountainous backdrop, surrounded by marshmallow-like clouds, made it the perfect location for pictures.
“This is a nice place,” Chase said. “We’ll have to keep it in mind.”
My sideways glance didn’t go unnoticed as he smiled back at me. His hand went to my lower back as he made sure I was steady on my feet on this unsteady path.
“There you guys are!” Harper called out as we rounded the corner and the barn came into view. “Maryellen, Chase, you two need to come here first.”
We hustled over to them as the photographer handed out glasses of champagne to us.
“She wants a picture of the four of us making a toast and trying to get a candid shot of us laughing while clinking our glasses. I thought it was a great idea with the trees and barn behind us.”
Harper’s excitement was contagious. Chase and I took the flutes and got positioned by the assistant.
“Don’t take any real sips right now, we want the liquid to stay in the glass for the shots.”
Chase gave me a devilish grin.
This process was going to take a while. The photographer must have taken no less than twenty pictures of us for this one shot of the four of us only. We still had the entire wedding party, and then family to go.
“OK, for the last shot, you guys can actually drink the champagne,” the photographer said.
“Finally,” Harper groaned.
“Look this way…3…2…1…drink.”
