Epilogue
Dean stood at the front of the church with Lamar next to him. The benches were full of his and Meghan’s family, friends, and colleagues and his former players. Flowers were draped over every available surface and hung from the ends of benches.
He was stiff with anticipation, but not for the exact reasons most grooms were.
Well, he had some of those feelings, too.
He was certainly looking forward to making Meghan his wife, to sliding the rose gold band on her finger and making her legally his.
But he also had a hard-on he hadn’t expected to have during the ceremony.
She’d forgotten the gifts for the bridesmaids and groomsmen, which was the one thing, other than her dress, that she’d promised to remember.
When he’d realized that he would have to double back to the house to get the gifts, risking a late start to the service, he had not been happy.
He and Lamar had broken every speed limit to make the roundtrip in record time. Having a muscle car helped.
When he’d returned, he’d bounced the women from the room where Meghan was getting ready.
They’d clucked at him about bad luck, and he’d made noises of appeasement as he locked them out.
Then he’d bent her over the vanity table and spanked her ass till it was blazing red.
Her knees had buckled by the end, and she’d wanted him to make love to her, which he’d refused to do.
“At the reception,” he’d said. “If you’re really good. Otherwise, you can wait till the honeymoon actually starts.”
He’d left her to get her hair done and to finish dressing, regretting that he didn’t have time to take care of the erection it gave him to see his beautiful bride flushed and red-assed from his hand.
He tried to concentrate on the book in the reverend’s hand and the church decorations, on anything other than her sublime ass and sweet quivering lips.
After a few moments, his balls ached a little less. He heard snippets of conversations and resisted the urge to look at his watch.
“Getting late,” Lamar said with a smirk. “Don’t know why you had to yell at her about forgetting the stuff at the house. The wedding day is the girl’s day, man. Didn’t your mama tell you that?”
“I didn’t yell at her.”
“Then how come you had to throw everybody out to talk to her? You’ll be really lucky if we don’t got a runaway bride scenario here.”
Dean rolled his eyes.
“Just so you know. If she texts me to be the getaway driver, I’m down. I like you and all, but women like M-and-M don’t come along every day.”
“No, they definitely don’t,” Dean said as the music started.
He had to wait for her friend to get halfway up the aisle to see past her to Meghan.
Damn, he thought.
She wore a white lace dress that had been tinted with a blush color.
It was fitted to hug her amazing curves down to the knees where it fluttered out in a pool of lace around her legs.
She wore a small crown with white netting cascading over her shoulders.
Her upswept bright red hair shone under even the soft light.
She was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.
He hadn’t realized he’d moved until Lamar’s hand on his shoulder stopped him.
“Hang on. She’s coming to you.”
Dean planted his feet, surprised he’d nearly stepped down onto the aisle. Habit, he realized, to speed up the process of getting her within reach.
Her dad handed her to him, and her hand trembled in his.
He squeezed it and continued to hold it beyond the point when he should have let it go. He drew her closer with that hand. With the slightest traction, she understood what he wanted and moved nearer to him.
The minister gave him a look, but Dean didn’t acknowledge it. So with only an inch or so between him and Meghan, the ceremony commenced.
The corner of his mouth curved up when she promised to love, honor, and obey him. Her gaze dropped and a telltale blush emerged, coating her cheeks, throat, and upper chest with the color he loved.
She finished her vows, and the moment he’d been waiting for since he’d first seen her finally came. He slid the band onto her finger and looked into her eyes, which sparkled with tears.
When he kissed her, she leaned into him, just the way he loved her to do.
He could’ve kissed her all night, but kept the public kiss brief. He planned to do a lot of things to his beautiful wife, but not until he had her to himself again. After all, part of what made them and kept them close was the secret side of their relationship.
While they sat at the reception and she fidgeted in her seat, everyone else would think it was excitement. He was the only one who’d understand that even a cushioned seat was hard on a pretty little wife’s freshly spanked ass.
His cock, which had finally deflated partway through the ceremony, twitched to life.
Not yet, he thought. But I’ll have her again soon.
And for the rest of our lives.