Chapter 8 #3
Blink stared at her for a long moment, as if trying to regain his equilibrium. Then he spoke. “Josie, I’m yours. You come first. Always. You need me, I’m there. No matter what it takes. I love you.”
Then he looked at Wolf and nodded.
“Short and sweet. Not surprised, but damn if that wasn’t the most heartfelt vow I’ve ever heard,” Wolf said. Then he looked at both couples. “If you can please face each other, hold hands, and repeat after me.”
The two couples did as he requested.
“Remi, Josie, do you take Vincent and Nate to be your husband? Do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect them, forsaking all others and holding on to them forevermore?”
“I do,” both Remi and Josie said at the same time.
“Vincent, Nate, do you take Remi and Josie to be your wife? Do you promise to love, honor, cherish, and protect them, forsaking all others and holding on to them forevermore?”
“Hell yes.”
“I definitely do.”
Smiley wasn’t surprised at his friends’ enthusiastic agreement to the vows.
Wolf grinned as he continued. “The couples will now exchange rings as a symbol of the vows they made here in front of all of us today. A ring has no beginning or end. It’s a promise of endless love and respect for each other.
By placing these rings on each other’s fingers, you are vowing to not only love each other, but to honor, be compassionate, patient, and understanding as you build your futures together.
“Josie and Remi, if you’d each place the ring on your partner’s finger and repeat after me. I give you this ring…as a symbol of my love…with the pledge to love and support you…today, tomorrow, always, and forever.”
Wolf paused as he spoke, giving the women time to repeat his words.
“Kevlar and Blink, each of you place the ring on your partner’s finger and repeat after me. I give you this ring…as a symbol of my love…with the pledge to love and support you…today, tomorrow, always, and forever.”
Both couples turned to face Wolf once more.
“And now, by the power vested in me by the State of California, it’s my honor and pleasure to declare you husbands and wives. You may seal this declaration with a kiss!”
Both Kevlar and Blink had bent their newly wedded wives over their arms before he’d even finished speaking. The kisses they shared were passionate and deep. The room broke out into raucous catcalls and whistles as the kisses went on and on.
“It’s not a contest,” Wolf finally said dryly.
Kevlar and Blink were both grinning by the time they straightened. Remi and Josie were blushing, which only added to their beauty and the perfection of the moment.
“I’m pleased to present to you, Remi Stephenson-Hill, Vincent Hill, and Josie and Nate Davis.”
Once again, everyone cheered and clapped. The newlyweds were swarmed as people were eager to be among the first to congratulate them.
Smiley stood back with Bree and looked down at her.
She was beaming as if she’d been the one getting married.
If he could bottle this moment, he would.
He always wanted to see his woman this happy.
She’d had a hell of a time recently, and giving her this, this opportunity to be completely relaxed and happy for her new friends, was something Smiley would always cherish.
“That was awesome,” Bree said as she looked up at him.
“Yeah.” It was a lame response, but Smiley was feeling tongue-tied. It was difficult to think about anything other than how badly he wanted to keep that smile on her face.
“First round of drinks are on me!” Remi’s dad shouted.
The rest of the night was nothing but pure happiness.
Everyone was overjoyed for the two couples, and for Kelli and Flash, who’d recently gotten married at the courthouse themselves.
Jessyka had mock cocktails for the women who were pregnant and for those who didn’t drink alcohol.
And the champagne and beer flowed as everyone celebrated soul mates and love.
The music was loud and Smiley’s ears were ringing by the end of the night.
But he couldn’t deny that he’d had a great time.
Hanging out with the older SEALs and their women was fun, and he enjoyed spending time outside of work with his own friends.
The Night Stalker crew was the life of the party, and Smiley approved of how they went out of their way to interact with all the women, asking them to dance and generally acting as if they’d known everyone their entire lives.
And while Smiley had heard stories about Remi’s infamous grandmother, he hadn’t really believed half of them.
But he’d be the first to admit that the woman was a firecracker.
Said what she thought without any kind of filter.
It was hard not to love her, and he could see where Remi got her sense of humor.
Smiley’s feet hurt—hell, his face hurt from smiling, which was definitely a new thing for him. And most of those smiles were because he’d watched Bree all night. Without a threat hanging over her head, she blossomed. She danced, drank, and laughed with everyone.
Thankfully, he and his team had the next day off, so they could sleep in for once.
As Smiley led Bree to his truck at two in the morning, he didn’t forget to check his surroundings.
To his relief, he saw no one suspicious.
No one lurking around in the parking lot.
No strangers sitting in a car watching the bar.
He had no doubt Castillo or his goons were still out there, but for tonight, it seemed as if things were quiet.
Once he had Bree settled into the passenger side of his truck, he ran around to the driver’s side and started the engine.
“Smiley?” she said, her voice slurring a little.
“Yeah?”
“That was awesome. I love your friends. Aces. Remi’s grandmother. Marley. The condom king. Blink’s brother…I can’t believe how alike they are. The rest of the Night Walkers.”
Smiley snorted. “Night Stalkers.”
She waved her hand. “Whatever. I haven’t danced like that since…well, it’s been a long time. And I had too much to drink.”
“I noticed. You feel okay?” Smiley asked.
“I feel awesome,” she said with a breathy sigh.
And just like that, the erection he’d been fighting all night sprang to life in his pants.
“What is it about a man in uniform that is so hot?” Bree asked, her gaze boring into his.
Smiley and the rest of his team, as well as the former SEALs, hadn’t worn their uniforms. Kevlar and Blink insisted everyone be as comfortable as possible. So the thought of his woman ogling another man in his dress whites didn’t sit well with him.
He frowned.
“No frowning allowed!” she admonished.
“Not sure I like you thinking my friends in their uniforms are hot,” he admitted truthfully.
“Well, maybe you should put yours on when we get home so I can think you’re hot,” Bree countered.
“Not that I don’t think that already. You in that polo shirt and dress slacks tonight?
Woo-wee…you’re lucky I didn’t jump you on the dance floor.
But I think seeing you in that white uniform, with that hat and all the medals I’m sure you have?
You’d be getting lucky for sure,” she giggled.
Smiley couldn’t stand it a moment longer. He needed to get his woman home. In bed. Now. He backed out of the parking spot and headed down the dark, empty streets toward his apartment complex.
“Yeah?” he finally managed to say.
“Oh yeah,” she said in that breathy tone that did nothing to control his erection.
Smiley drove a little faster.
He got them home safely, then rushed her up to the apartment. Once safely locked inside, he took Bree’s hand and led her to the bedroom. He put his hands on her shoulders when she was in the middle of the room and said, “Stay here. Right here. Do not move. Not an inch, understand?”
She nodded eagerly. The lust was easy to see in her face and the way she licked her lips.
Thankful for the large walk-in closet, and the room it provided for him to change, it didn’t take long for Smiley to strip off the clothes he was wearing and put on his dress whites.
His Bree wanted a man in uniform? She’d get a man in uniform.
He strode back into his bedroom.
Bree hadn’t moved, and as he stalked out of the closet, her mouth fell open.
“Holy crap,” she whispered.
“Ma’am,” Smiley said, giving her a little bow as he reached her.
He wasn’t sure what to expect—but it wasn’t for Bree to fall to her knees and swiftly start tugging at his belt.
Before he could take his next breath, his cock was engulfed in her mouth. It was all Smiley could do to stay standing. His fingers flew into her hair, totally ruining her hairdo for good, and he held on as he received the most intense blowjob he’d ever had in his life.
He tried to pull her off his cock at one point, desperate to be inside her, but she was having none of that. Bree’s head tilted up as she sucked him, and seeing her lips stretched around his dick, her gaze locked on his own, was more than Smiley could take.
“Let go if you don’t want my load in your mouth,” he warned.
In response, Bree sucked harder.
Smiley blew. And his Bree did her best to swallow every drop of come he gave her, but some still leaked out the sides of her mouth. It was the most erotic thing Smiley had ever experienced.
He pulled her up and yanked her dress over her hips. He ripped her underwear trying to get it off then lifted her into his arms.
His cock, which had just been drained seconds earlier, was already back at full mast. He plunged deep inside her body without a second’s hesitation.
They both moaned. Smiley stumbled forward, bracing Bree against the wall as he took her hard and fast. Both her hands went into his hair, knocking off his hat. Neither noticed.
Smiley had no idea how long he’d been thrusting hard into his woman, lost to the pleasure, when she began to shake, squeezing the hell out of his cock from the inside. She let out a small scream as she came, taking Smiley down with her.