Chapter Thirty
The roof did not cave in on him.
On the last Saturday in May, three weeks after Venery’s album with UMG came out, Matt and Gina were married on the altar of St. Vincent’s Church. Despite Rosemary’s protests that planning a wedding in five months would be impossible, it was a grand affair.
The bridesmaids wore blush, and Gina’s gown was ivory, much to her mother’s chagrin.
Silly woman, he’d never seen any bride look more beautiful than his.
The moment she appeared on her father’s arm and came down the aisle toward him, his heart skipped a beat, and the air was sucked from his lungs.
Matt was almost certain he wept, because Kit was there at his side, discreetly lending him a handkerchief from his pocket.
Then, Anthony Rossi placed his daughter’s hand in his.
Everything passed by in a blur after that.
They had a surprise planned for Rosemary, though.
It thrilled Matt that Danielle could capture the look on her face when the long-haired hooligans she’d thought little of in their youth, joined the choir to play “Ave Maria” as Gina laid flowers at the feet of the Blessed Virgin.
Sloan sang his cold little heart out. Not a dry eye in the house. Even the priest was crying.
Afterward, in the church’s vestibule, where they formed the receiving line, the woman was still shocked speechless. Matt just winked at her. “You okay, pretty?”
Holding her newborn, Katie couldn’t hide her giggle.
They left for Germany the next day, and after the festivals there, they traveled to England for Download. Taylor and his family were going to stay on a while to visit with his mom in London, and Jesse’s mom in Dublin, before flying back to Chicago to get ready for the tour.
Bo, Kit, and Sloan were going home.
His wife didn’t know it yet, but Matt had a surprise planned for her, too. Tomorrow, after Venery finished their set, there’d be a car waiting to whisk them away to Heathrow, and there, they’d board a flight to Italy for a late honeymoon.
Just the two of them in a villa by the sea.
Matt couldn’t wait.
Maybe they’d make a baby there. He’d convinced her to toss her birth control pills before they left Chicago. God knows, he’d been fucking his little rabbit every chance he could. And heaven help him, she welcomed it.
“I love how this hot, wet pussy feels on my dick,” he rasped in her ear after he came.
Gina’s pretty eyes grew wide watching him grow hard again as he pushed his cum inside her. “You like that, don’t you?”
“Fuck, yeah. I get off breeding you, knowing my seed is inside you where it belongs. I want to fill you up with it. Fuck you over and over again.”
She giggled. “You’re fucked up.”
“Am I? Tell me you don’t get off on the thought of my baby growing in your belly,” Matt said, and rubbing his fingers over her flat stomach, he kissed it.
“You got a pregnancy kink too?”
“Never been with a pregnant chick before, but yeah, maybe.” And he pressed his lips to her mouth. “You’re my kink, Gina McCready. I love you.”
“I guess we’re both fucked up then.” She smiled.
“Oh, yeah?”
“Yeah. Because you’re my kink, Matthew McCready. Fuck me. Breed me. Fill me up with your cum. Cover me with it. Do whatever you want to me. I love you. And yes, I want your baby.”
“Babies,” he informed her, and gazing into the eyes he loved, his fingertips memorized her skin. “I want to have a bunch.”
“Yeah?”
Why does that surprise you, bunny?
“Like that idea?”
“Yeah.”
“Good.”
Matt should’ve known it the day she showed up at his door.
Nice girls do end up with rock stars.
Even a mangy old mutt like him.