Chapter 6 I Do
Nell
Early the next morning, we were off on our adventure.
I bought a dress. It was a simple, sky-blue dress with tiny white daisies on it.
I could have picked out a white dress but that was never what I wanted.
Maybe, it was another way to buck back against my stringent upbringing.
Traditions, especially those tied to church, were not my thing.
It brought back too many memories of my parents and the wedding they had planned for me before I was even an adult.
I also bought some tan cowboy boots with sky-blue embellishments on them. I loved the way they matched my dress perfectly. I looked like I was headed out on the town to go line dancing rather than to tie the knot with a man I’d met only a couple days ago. The thought made me smile.
My groom wore dark blue jeans, a white button-up shirt, and his Kings of Anarchy MC leather cut with black motorcycle boots.
The bright smile he shot my way, as we filled out the paperwork for a marriage license with a woman named Janet, made my knees weak.
I had to glance away before I melted into a puddle of goo at his feet.
The only thing to keep my attention off the man at my side was the paperwork in front of us and that was the moment when I realized how old my husband-to-be was.
“You’re already in your thirties?” I asked with a good deal of faux scandalized gasping. “I’m marrying an old man!”
Rick laughed as he snatched my driver’s license from me. “Shit!” His surprise wasn’t faked. “You’re a baby.”
The look on my face called him an idiot and a few other things to boot. “I’m twenty-four. That’s hardly a baby or even toddler stage. I’ve been able to vote for six whole years and drink legally for the last three.”
“That didn’t make me feel better.”
“Well, a nine-year age gap with someone I like is far better than a twenty-two-year gap and marrying a strange man my parents sold me to. Plus you’re hot. I pretty much won the surprise Vegas wedding lottery over here.”
“You can say that again, sweetie,” Janet proclaimed as she finished up our marriage license.
It was weird because you always see people on TV go straight to a chapel and get married in Vegas, but they skip the part where you need to get a license from the county courthouse first. Janet looked up at me as she finished.
“Don’t forget, you’ll need two witnesses to sign once the ceremony is over.
Most places here have extra bodies on hand in case you don’t have anyone with you. ”
“Thank you.” My smile was genuine as Rick and I got up and took the license we would need to make everything official. I turned to him. “Are you sure about this?”
“Never been more sure of anything in my life,” he said without an ounce of hesitation.
When we got to the chapel, a woman named Carly helped us get everything situated for our impending nuptials. Rick ducked out to use the restroom and Carly leaned in close to whisper, “Honey, if you need help getting out, just give me a wink.”
My brows furrowed up and I had no clue why she would think I didn’t want to marry Rick, until she motioned to her lips with her pen. I heaved out an amused sigh. “He didn’t do this. In fact, the man I’m marrying is the white knight who saved me from the evil asshole who did.”
“Oh, well then, I’d be happy to stand in as one of your witnesses if you don’t have any.”
“I would appreciate that.”
“Looks like you’re all set then. Are you sure you don’t want us to set up some flowers or anything else?”
I shook my head but turned to hand her my phone. “If you could take a few pictures for us, that would be great. I’ll pay for them, but I want them on my phone.”
“Sure thing, and don’t worry about the charge. That’s only for when we shoot and edit them with our equipment. Besides, your man is a hero, and I’m a sucker for the ones who protect women.”
When Rick came back, we met up just outside the doors to the main chapel area where we would make our way to the altar.
Thankfully, when the doors opened, it looked nothing like the pulpit my father used to rant and rave at on Sundays.
The whole chapel area was white on white.
White walls, white chairs, white altar. The only color, beyond the bit of green, leafy vines spilling over out of vases here and there was the worn-red carpet.
The center aisle looked a little more brown than red thanks to all the traffic it saw.
I wasn’t about to judge, though. I hadn’t even opted for a bridal bouquet or the floral embellishments that were normally used.
We needed someone to officiate our wedding vows and nothing more.
Once we made our way to the altar, the officiant asked if we were ready to proceed or waiting on guests.
“We don’t have anyone here,” Rick admitted.
For the first time, I think I saw a tinge of regret in those words.
Not that he was marrying me, but maybe that he was doing it without his best friend or club brothers at his back.
“Carly said she would be a witness,” I piped up to take the heat off my soon-to-be husband.
“I do,” Carly shouted.
“That’s not your line today, honey!” The officiant, whose name I couldn’t remember called back to her.
I giggled and Rick joined in as he took hold of my hand and turned me to face him.
“Ah, good, Jimmy’s here. He can be your second witness.
” We both swiveled our heads and noticed a man standing at the back of the church.
He was very clearly the janitorial portion of the staff since he was leaning on a vacuum, but whatever.
Mr. Officiant took us through a standard set of wedding vows were we both agreed to love, honor, obey, in sickness and in health, and all that jazz.
We both said our “I do” portion and then Rick surprised me by producing the rings we needed to seal the deal.
They were both simple, black silicone bands.
He handed me the larger of the two to place on his finger while he slipped the daintier version one on mine.
“Best I could do on short notice, but also the most practical choice for me.”
“For me too,” I admitted as I stared down at the ring that I would have chosen to wear on a daily basis anyway. “I work with metals and welding. Better to wear a ring that can easily be cut off in case of an emergency.”
Rick nodded but I could see the surprise in his eyes. We had skipped the whole ‘what do you do for a living’ portion of our getting to know you session the night before. He knew I was an artist but probably assumed I painted or something, like everyone else did when they first heard.
“I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss…”
Rick’s mouth landed on mine before the man could finish his proclamation.
His hand came up to cradle the back of my neck while the other held firmly to my hip as if he was afraid I might slip away without being anchored in the moment.
The heat of his hands on me was almost like extra kisses that sent little zips of energy careening through my body.
Gooseflesh exploded across my skin as he deepened the kiss and I melted for him.
I was twenty-four years old, far from being a blushing virgin, and nothing in my experience prepared me for the way that kiss knocked me off my axis and made me want more.
“Did that just happen?” I whispered as we pulled away slowly.
“Thought you two were going to burn the place down,” the officiant teased with a wide grin plastered to his face.
Carly nodded. “They’ll go the distance. I can always tell by the first kiss. You two have that cosmic spark.” When I lifted my brows in question she added, “You know, soulmates.”
That was a stretch since we barely knew one another but I wouldn’t correct Carly. She meant well and was super sweet. Oddly enough, she didn’t seem jaded at all about love even though she had to know the majority of the people they married at the chapel would end up divorced in less than a year.
We took our time after leaving the chapel and went to dinner at a steakhouse where we were also treated to a magic show.
It was nice to feel like I was out on a date with a man who was interested in me.
We had a great time and it took away some of the pressure of what was to come for us as newlyweds.
Not that I didn’t want to jump the man and get naked with him, but for some reason the nerves were high because I worried it would be the thing that finally disappointed him.
“I would totally give you a second date,” I joked as we left the restaurant. Rick chuckled and spun me around so I stood in front of him instead of to his side.
“That’s good considering we’re married and I plan to take you on many more.” He leaned in close and brushed his fingers against my jaw and then closer to my lip. “I didn’t hurt you earlier, did I?” he asked as his thumb brushed near the still-healing split.
“Forgot all about that when you kissed me.” It was the truth and his responding grin was all ego.
“Can I do it again?”
“I hope so.” My answer was damn near breathless. I’d give anything for a repeat of our first kiss. Rick leaned in and slid his lips against mine in a whisper of a kiss. Then, to my disappointment, he pulled back almost immediately.
“I want a repeat, too, but not until I can get you somewhere private. If I truly get my mouth on you like that again, I’m not going to stop until I’ve tasted every last inch of your body, Nell.”
“I think my panties just caught fire,” I sputtered aloud without thinking about who might hear me.
“Honey! Mind did, too!” A man in drag, dressed as Tina Turner, called out to me as he passed by. “You better get that man behind closed doors before someone tries to steal him away.”
I giggled as Rick took my hand in his and we walked down the strip headed toward the hotel. “We never talked about how real this marriage would be. If you’re not down for more, or not ready, just-” Rick started to say before I cut him off.
“I have no problem getting naked with you. Besides, don’t you have to seal the deal after saying, “I do,” for it to be a true, legal marriage anyway?”
“Yeah, we should definitely seal the deal,” Rick agreed with an absolutely devilish grin on his face.
We wasted no time getting back to the hotel room.
There was a moment, when we first fell through the door kissing one another, that I worried about what we were about to do.
Not because I didn’t want it but because self-doubt is a bitch.
It made me wonder what my new husband would do if we simply didn’t have chemistry in bed.
It happened to people. I knew that because a past boyfriend was one of the men I thought I could go the distance with, only when we tried to have sex, it was an absolute bust.
Rick nipped at my shoulder and and then leaned in to catch my lower lip between his teeth.
As he did, our eyes met and I was lost in the dark depths that stared back at me.
“That’s better,” his voice rumbled as he rubbed his nose against my jawline until his lips were at the shell of my ear.
“Don’t get lost in that pretty head of yours, sweetheart.
I want you here with me all the way or we won’t do this.
” He leaned back to look me in the eye again. “You with me?”
“I’m with you,” I whimpered as he pulled my dress up and over my head.
“Fuck, that’s goddamn mouth-watering, sweetheart!” He hummed the words when he saw the matching blue lace bra and panty set that I’d been wearing beneath my country-girl wedding dress. My undergarments left little to the imagination. “That dress was like the gift wrap on the perfect present.”
My pussy dripped as he praised every inch of me that was revealed.
It wasn’t just the words, but the heat in his eyes and the absolute worship in the tone of his voice, that did it for me.
I leaned down and yanked one boot off my foot and then quickly pulled the other off as well.
As I did that, Rick took a step back and undressed without taking his eyes off me.
It was one of the hottest things I’d ever experienced.
I didn’t know why. I was twenty-four, obviously, I’d seen men get naked before but there was something about the possessive glint in his eyes as he refused to look away that held me captive and left me wanting.
The very second that we were both naked, Rick slipped a condom over his very hard cock and yanked me up into his arms. In fact, he pulled me up so that my legs were draped over his elbows and then he moved so that my back was to the wall.
“How wet are you, sweetheart?”
I wanted to tell him to check for himself, but that was impossible with the way he was holding me.
It was as if he read my mind. Before it even registered in my brain what he was doing, Rick lifted me up so my pussy was level with his mouth and somehow he managed to hold me there long enough to take one long, sexy-as-fuck swipe with his tongue.
“Yeah, you’re good to go. Later, when I’m not so fucking desperate to get inside your sweet pussy, I am going to take my time devouring you with my mouth.”
“Yes, please,” I insisted breathlessly as he lowered me back down even with his hips.
My brand new husband used his upper body to help hold me pinned to the wall.
He then swiveled his hips, until his cock was lined up just so, before he thrust hard and impaled me on his dick.
It was such a delicious way to be taken that I cried out to the heavens to just let me die in that moment.
I didn’t think there was anyway it could be topped.
I was wrong.
Rick took me hard and fast against that wall for what felt like hours but was most likely only minutes.
After a while, he pulled out, helped me down, and then didn’t waste a single second as he bent me over a chair and fucked me until we were both panting, sweaty messes on the brink of an orgasm.
He leaned into my back more and wrapped a arm around my middle as his fingers searched out my clit and tormented that bitch with little flicks and pinches until I exploded and my pussy clenched down so hard on his manhood, I thought I might actually pull the damn thing free of his body.
That would have been a tragedy, but the pressure my orgasm put on his cock sent him straight to O-Town as well.
We both collapsed for a minute with him draped over my back the same way I was flopped over the chair.
It took a few minutes for both of us to catch our breath before either of us attempted to move.
“That was-” I started to say only to be cut off.
“Just the warm up act,” he insisted.
I was definitely down to put that to the test.