Chapter 26 An Unhinged Wedding #6
Kent leaned in, whispering into my ear, “She’s having a goddamn meltdown in the middle of our wedding ceremony, Gray Collins.
Either you stop this or I will.” He glanced over and groaned when he saw Elmyra waving out at the crowd like a busted-up Miss America.
“This is her Mariah Carey TRL ice cream cart moment, isn’t it” Kent said, his eyes narrow.
“End this. End it now before I …” His eyes darted down to the edge of the loading dock, and then he took a step forward, staring at the cement below.
Glancing back up at me, he raised an eyebrow. “I’ll do it. You know I will.”
I lunged forward, grabbing Elmyra, who was now twirling around, holding the tail of her dress up at her side with one hand, dancing like a madwoman. I ushered her back to Caterina, who gripped her arm, holding Elmyra in place. Cat leaned over and whispered inaudibly into her ear.
Kent opened his mouth to speak, but Elmyra cut him off again.
“That sure is a stunning sunset,” she said, pointing at the sun, resting high and bright in the center of the sky. She turned to face Christian, her eyes crossed, staring at the tip of his nose. “Darling, do you have any more of those little candies of yours?”
“Little candies?” Kent asked, turning his gaze back and forth between Elmyra and Christian. Christian’s eyes were wide, the shock evident on his face. He frantically reached into his pocket, pulling out a small, round container. When he opened it, his face dropped.
“They sure are delicious. You left them on the altar when you went in and bought your Dr. Pepper earlier. The pink ones were really good, but I wanted to get my hands on one of the yellows too, if you have any left.” She turned and faced the crowd, waving at them.
“Ladies and Gentleladies. Members of the supreme court. Bear with us. We’re almost there.
” Turning back to Christian, she approached, her heels clacking against the loading dock.
She held her hand out expectantly, scoffing when Christian took a step back.
“What are they?” Kent asked, his brows furrowed. “What the hell did she eat, Chris?”
His cheeks flooded with color, and he held the small tin can out.
“Jesus, fuck.” Kent said, sighing. He handed me the can. It was labeled Kush Kouture Lozenges, and there was a giant pot leaf on the side. There were three left in the container.
Chris cleared his throat. “There … there were seventeen of them in there when I got here.”
Kent took a step toward Elmyra, who was twirling around like a ballerina, singing out “O, Happy Day,” with wild hand gestures. Kent steadied her, grabbing her by the shoulders.
“Glutton!” he shouted. “You couldn’t have stopped at just one?
Christ, Elmyra, you’re twenty pounds soaking wet, why the hell did you eat so many?
” He looked ready to hurl her off the loading dock, so I approached, taking her by the hand and walking her down the ramp as the audience murmured behind us.
“You gotta give a little,” Elmyra said, hooking her arm around mine. “Take a little. Let your poor heart break a—”
“We don’t have the rights to those lyrics, Elmyra. Shut your mouth before you get us sued!” Kent shouted from above us as I escorted Elmyra to the front aisle, motioning for Dottie Pruitt to let her have her chair. Dottie stood, and helped her down, turning back to me when she was done.
I sighed, shrugging my shoulders in defeat. “You mind helping us wrap this up?”
She beamed at us. “I’d love to, honey. I’d just love to.”
Once our vows were done, and I’d kissed Kent Fox in front of every soul that mattered to me, Kent wrapped his arms around me and wept into my chest. He wasn’t the only one crying. At our sides, Rhonda, Caterina, Daddy, and even Christian, were blubbering like babies.
“It’s just so beautiful,” Christian said, sniffling. Staring us up and down, a look of desire crossed his face, and I bit back the urge to throw Kent over my shoulder and cart him off like caveman, never letting him out of my sight again.
Kent leaned in and whispered into my ear. “I want you to fuck me tonight, Gray.”
My eyes bulged. I’d never topped him before.
In that sense, I was still a virgin. There was just something about taking him into me, like an extension of myself, that made me feel complete.
Besides, I’d never penetrated anyone in my life.
I didn’t have any trouble getting … in the mood …
when I was on bottom. What if I couldn’t make it work for him?
The thought of humiliating myself on the first day of the rest of our lives terrified us.
Still, Kent had given up so much along the way. He’d lost the only life he’d ever known. He’d waited patiently for me to get my act together. It was the least I could do.
I was still reeling when we finally made it home.
My hands were shaking like leaves. He wanted me on top.
He wanted me to be the one to … Gosh. I’d been worried about it all evening.
Even during the reception, I’d been walking around like a nervous wreck, not saying anything to anyone.
Daddy had taken our dachshund, Dog-Dog, for the evening, wanting to give us a little privacy for our at-home honeymoon.
“If you don’t want to, it’s okay.” He took a step forward, wrapping his arms around me and grabbing my butt. “You know your hole is basically my favorite vacation destination in the world, babe. I don’t mind.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to, Half-pint. I’m just worried that I won’t be good for you. I don’t want the first day of the rest of our lives to start with me disappointing you.”
He leaned in closer, and the second our lips touched, it was like every worry—every single insecurity spinning in my mind—washed away. We were just two souls drifting into forever. And when I opened my eyes, I saw it. The love. The devotion. The undeniable passion pouring out of him.
He told me once, maybe three or four months back, that I was the light at the end of the tunnel—but he was wrong. That was Kent. Kent Fox had always been the light. He was the one who guided me out of the closet. The man who stuck by me while I strung him along.
My beginning.
My end.
“I love you,” I said, my voice so low, I worried he might not hear.
“Your spark. All of that power and passion the pours through your veins. I didn’t think I’d ever get to have this, and then you came home and gave me my forever.
” Tears stung my eyes, but I didn’t care.
I’d married a man who would never shame me for my tears.
I’d pledged my heart to the person who understood me better than anyone else ever had.
“Thank you, Kent. Thank you for coming home. For coming back to me.”
His thumbs stroked my cheeks gently, and the tears I’d been crying must have been contagious, because, sure enough, his eyes were watering just as much as mine.
“Thank you for letting us have this. More than that—thank you for letting yourself have this. Watching you hide yourself away hurt so much more than waiting for you to catch up with me. You deserve this. You deserve to be loved, Grayson.”
I nodded, sniffling as I pressed my forehead against his. “If I’m not any good—”
“Then we’ll practice until you get there.
I promise, there’s no judgment here, baby.
I told you once that I’d be happy enough just rutting against your thigh.
I meant that. Getting to share a life with you is my happy ending.
Everything else is just an added bonus.” Taking a step back, Kent slowly began to undress.
His black coat. The pretty, pink shirt he’d worn underneath.
When his shirt came off, it felt like I’d walked through the pearly gates.
The reddish-brown hair that covered his chest. His pale skin, dotted with freckles that I’d traced countless times.
I knew his body by heart, but for some reason, it felt like I was seeing him for the first time.
And, I suppose, I was. I wasn’t just seeing Kent.
He wasn’t simply my Half-pint—Kent Fox was my husband. The other half of my soul.
Lowering himself to his knees, he unzipped my slacks, his eyes widening when he realized I wasn’t wearing any underwear.
“Fuck, Grayson. You went commando?”
I blushed, resisting the urge to look away. “Figured you might want to see it bouncing around a little during the reception.”
He licked his lips. “Yeah, well, you definitely need to do this more often. Think of all the time we could save at work.” I reached down and wrapped my hand around my shaft, giving it a leisurely stroke.
There was a little dot of liquid peeking out of the slit, and when he extended his tongue to take it from me, my entire body shivered.
As I slowly worked myself over, coming undone for him to witness, he gently kissed the head.
I stood there watching as he essentially made out with my penis, his lips feeling like static charges each time they puckered and pressed against it.
As he continued kissing the head, I removed my jacket and unbuttoned my shirt.
Try as I might, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his chest. His dark, brown chest hair—overgrown, like un unkempt field—called out to me.
It was one of my favorite things about him.
At night, in bed, it was the place my face always rested.
Right over his heart. The heart he saved for twenty years—just for me.
Working his way down, he nuzzled up against my sack, inhaling deeply as he pressed gentle kisses against my skin.
When I slowly stroked my shaft again, his eyes went half-lidded with desire.
“I love watching you like this,” he said, his eyes looking up to find mine.
“Love watching you jack off, Grayson. Love seeing you stroking your cock. So fucking sexy, Two-liter.”