Chapter 37 #2
His brows lifted, and after gaping at me for several seconds, he repocketed the paper and cleared his throat.
“Bug. My Bug. My world. There’s so much I could say, but we’d be here all day, and I think your mom might kill us if we’re late for our own wedding.
” We both chuckled before he took my hands.
“The day we met, I didn’t know that you would become my everything.
I didn’t know you would become my reason for breathing.
But you are, Bug. You changed my life, and you’ve given me so much more than I ever thought I deserved.
You’ve given me a family, you’ve given me your trust, but you give me something I’ve never had before.
Your love.” He paused to inhale a shaky breath.
“I vow to you, Bug, that I’ll never take your love for granted, and that I’ll spend the rest of my life loving you.
I’ll be the man you deserve, and I’ll never stop fighting for us.
I love you, Tristan Crutchens, and I can’t wait for our future to begin. ”
I knew it would happen. I knew I wouldn’t get through the day without shedding tears, and right then, they were streaming down my cheeks.
Wrapping a hand around the back of Ben’s neck, I pulled his mouth to mine. Our tongues swirled together as we lost ourselves in a slow, sensual kiss that neither of us wanted to break. When a knock sounded at the door, we pulled apart, but we didn’t move.
“It feels like we just got married,” I said, grinning.
“Yeah,” Ben replied, love twinkling in his eyes.
An idea popped into my head, and as I let it grow, I knew Ben would like it. “How about we don’t say our vows again? I mean, we can say something, but I don’t know about you, but I don’t think what I had written was anywhere near what I just said.”
The smile that appeared on his face told me what I needed to know before he spoke. “I like that, Bug. Our vows are for us anyway.”
“And you know what else?” I added. He raised a brow.
“I love what my mom and Bella have done for us, but I don’t want to walk down the aisle with my mom, and I don’t want you walking down the aisle with my dad.
I want to walk down the aisle holding the hand of the man I love.
The man who is going to become my husband.
He kissed me again, only this time it was a brush of our lips, and left me wanting more. “I’m so fucking glad you said that, because it’s what I want too.”
Ben
Emma wasn’t overly pleased with the new arrangements of how we planned on walking down the aisle, resulting in Rob reminding her that it wasn’t her wedding.
After the ceremony, though, she cheered up as the celebrations began. And hell, were they celebrations. Emma and Bella had done an incredible job of bringing our winter wonderland wedding to life.
The day had been near perfect. Only near perfect because other than having our photos taken together and cutting the cake, Tristan and I had barely seen each other. The two of us had been separated as we spent the evening talking to wedding guests.
There were a lot more people in attendance than either of us had wanted, but over the years, our social circle had grown significantly, and I couldn’t be mad that they’d all sacrificed their Christmas to celebrate with us.
As the evening continued around us, guests danced as the band played Christmas songs, while others enjoyed the enormous spread of Christmas food on offer. I gazed around, smiling to myself. Never in my life had I imagined this. I had friends. I had a family. I had a husband.
My gaze dropped to the ring I now wore, thinking of the moment Tristan slid it onto my finger. I was never going to take it off.
At the thought of my husband, I looked around, trying to find him. The last time I’d seen him, he’d ditched his jacket and bowtie—like I had—and was twirling Holly and Carly around the dance floor. Now, he was nowhere to be seen.
As if knowing I was looking for him, my phone vibrated. I pulled my phone out to find a message from him.
Bug:
I’m fed up with having to share you. Sneak out. I’m waiting in the stairwell.
I tried to hide the grin curling my lips. Making sure no one was looking, I quickly disappeared through a side door and quietly made my way to where I knew Tristan would be waiting.
“Thank fuck,” Tristan said, grabbing me the second the door closed behind me.
He shoved me against the wall, his body pressing against mine as he claimed my mouth.
When we pulled apart, the two of us were panting.
“I didn’t think I could wait any longer; it’s been torture being so close but so far from you. ”
I kissed him back with as much vigor, my hands roaming over his muscular body. “I know, Bug. I’ve wanted this all day.”
“Let’s go, they won’t miss us at the party,” he said between kisses.
“I don’t care if they do,” I replied, grabbing his hand.
My cock was rock hard as I led him up the stairs, remembering from the tour we’d been given that this way led to the honeymoon suite. It was set in a different part of the hotel to where the other guests were staying, so we wouldn’t be disturbed.
With hurried footsteps, we reached our room, my heart racing with anticipation. I swiped the keycard I’d collected earlier and dragged Tristan inside. I barely had time to glance around the room before Tristan was on me, our tongues dueling as we tore at each other’s clothes.
Spying the bed behind him, I pushed him back when the last piece of our wedding attire came off, and he bounced on the bed, his cock standing proud, as was mine. Climbing on top of Tristan, our teeth clashed from the fierceness of our kisses, our hands caressing every inch of the other’s body.
“There’s so much I want to do to you, Bug,” I whispered against his mouth. “I can’t decide it I want to suck your cock until you come down my throat or flip you over and fuck your tight hole.”
He nibbled my bottom lip. “We have all night, baby. Why don’t we start with this?”
Reaching between us, he wrapped his hand around both our cocks, pressing them together. I groaned. I fucking loved feeling his cock rubbing against mine.
“Actually,” I replied, kissing him lightly. “We have the rest of our lives.”
He gave me his smirk that I loved so damn much. “We do, but you know what?”
“What?”
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of this in one lifetime,” he replied, stroking his hand around our cocks.
“Guess you’ll just have to bug me in our next lives then,” I hissed, my cock throbbing under his palm.
“You better believe I will.”
And then he kissed me again.
The End.