Epilogue #3
“Yeah, I mean he told me that—” That pinched lip smirk on Bee’s face cut me off because the hints had been there.
He told me we were getting married today, when I’d been dick obsessed.
Technically, he even asked my permission while I was too busy chasing my orgasm to think straight.
I groaned, massaging my temples. That was not what I meant when I said I wanted a proposal, but this was Renzo, after all.
Big gestures weren’t really his thing. Except…
he did plan all this…for me. I grinned. That big oaf.
“Looks like I’m officially getting married today. ”
Lou whooped. “Hell yes, you are.”
“Drinks?” The bridal consultant held out a tray with two flutes of champagne and a glass of soda. “Then we get started?”
Each of us eagerly took a glass and clinked them together. “To surprise weddings.”
After that, it was a flurry of organza, lace, silk, and satin as I tried on dress after dress. Ball gown, A-line, trumpet, mermaid, or sheath styles, one after the next—itchy or soft, smooth or sequined. It took nine tries before I found the perfect one.
The dress’ lace halter veiled the satin plunge neckline beneath, while its sheath styling followed the curve of my generous hips down to halfway up my thigh, where a side-slit flared the dress out to my new heels.
It was a vision of elegance and sexiness, all in one.
The girls oohed and aahed, and Lou even shed a tear behind a wide smile.
I just wished my mom had been here to see this moment.
With the bridal gown picked, the racks were moved aside. The girls and bridal consultant rushed me to the awaiting makeup artist and hairstylist on the other side of the room, as if this were a relay race with several stations before the finish line.
The champagne and soda kept flowing, paired with trays of hors d’oeuvres.
More dresses were delivered—colored in the same shades I picked with Renzo earlier, and Lou and Bee browsed their choices.
By the time my hair was styled and my sultry makeup was done, both Lou and Bee wore their selected gowns.
Beyond the door, a line of people greeted us. The first being a jeweler, with a tanzanite tiara to match the earrings Renzo had selected. I couldn’t help but gasp at how gorgeous it was, the gems gleaming with the fluorescent lighting.
Once it was pinned in my hair, a florist presented us with a bridal bouquet and two smaller matching bouquets in shades of blue, dark purple, and peach. With my nose buried in the blooms, emotion bubbled up inside me, my vision blurring. Renzo had thought of everything.
Lastly came Tore, Vinny, and Natale—each of them pairing up with one of us.
As my adopted brother, Tore took my arm and led me through the rest of the terminal to the tarmac, where a red carpet was rolled out to the airstairs of the Iannelli private jet.
The wind blew curled strands out of my updo, as I shielded my eyes from the sun’s glare overhead.
Renzo’s shadow stood at the jet plane door, looking like a god about to conquer the world, all dapper in a black tux, his dark hair slicked back. Music serenaded over the rumble of distant engines and the whirring screech of planes racing down runways for takeoff.
This was better than I could have imagined—intimate, unique, and romantic in Renzo’s typical get-it-done style. We walked down the runway, and when we reached the stairs, Tore stayed at the bottom and guided me up.
Renzo held out his hand for me to take. The moment my hand touched his, he lifted me into his arms and kissed me.
“I could not have asked for a more beautiful bride.”
I smiled up at the glint in his eyes. “I thought we agreed to get married after I graduated.”
“If I recall, wife, you made that condition a maybe,” he said, and I lifted a brow unimpressed. “Is there any chance you won’t graduate next year?”
“No.”
He tucked my soft curves against his hard body. “So, see. It doesn’t matter if we wait or not.”
“What about my prize for winning the bet? Do I also get that early?”
“Who do you think the Aston Martin you picked is for?”
My jaw dropped slightly. “And…my proposal?”
He circled my body with his arms and whispered into my ear, “You already said yes, remember. Earlier…”
One of his hands ran down my waist to my hip and found the slit in my dress—thankfully on my side facing the plane’s interior, not the side exposed to our friends and family.
His fingers splayed open over my thigh, drawing the skirt up.
He walked me backward into the cabin, putting everyone else out of view.
“Earlier when I was deep inside my lovely wife’s warm, wet, greedy pussy.” One of his fingers slid below my thong and dipped inside me. It was embarrassing how wet I already was. A table hit the back of my thighs. “You were practically begging me to marry you. I wouldn’t want to disappoint.”
With heavy breaths, I pulled away from him, his finger slipping out. He didn’t wait a second before sucking it clean, humming with enthusiasm. I licked my lips, heady with desire.
“And…we’re in your jet because…?”
“The moment our marriage license is signed and I put my ring on your finger, I’m taking you to Japan for our honeymoon. An all-inclusive trip, remember? I never break my promises.”
I nodded, speechless. Almost two years ago, I’d asked for it in a letter, in the hopes of spending time with him one-on-one. Back then, this reality had only been a daydream.
He pressed a lingering kiss to my forehead.
“And don’t worry about your clinical rotations. I got you cleared for the next week.”
“Bribe or blackmail?” I asked with a frown.
“Is a donation really a bribe?”
I chuckled. “You’re impossible.”
“Am I?”
Without warning, he spun me around, my back to his front.
My hip knocked against a table, and a ballpoint pen tumbled over a sheet of paper, labelled “License and Certificate of Marriage.” Just beyond the paper sat an opened ring box with two rings inside: a diamond engagement ring with the setting twined to look like vines around a blooming flower and a curved wedding band dotted with diamonds, designed to fit against the engagement ring.
My eyes watered, and my mouth fell open at just how beautiful and perfect for me they were.
Beyond that were spreads of hors d’oeuvres on the side countertop, arranged around a two-tiered wedding cake decorated with flowers and little notes like the ones I used to send him years ago.
I sucked in a shaky breath, hand to my lips. This was a dream. It had to be.
One of Renzo’s hands swept down my spine, and my back arched into his touch, while the other slowly drew my dress up to my hip. His body was warm against my back as he leaned in and nibbled my shoulder.
“It’s a beautiful dress you picked. Perfect to make love to you in as you sign and become forever, legally mine.”
I barely registered his words before I heard his pants unzip, and his warm shaft pressed between my thighs.
“You’re so wet already.”
“What…” I rasped, looking toward the cabin door. “What about everyone else? What about our witnesses?”
“Don’t worry.” He slowly eased himself into me. “They won’t come up here until I call them, and Tore is our officiant. They’ll all sign after we do.”
Inch by delicious inch, he stretched me deeper and deeper until his hips met mine, his balls tapping against my clit. I was so full of him, my mind was nothing more than a fog of desire. Only then did he slip his hand between my thighs.
“Don’t you have a license to sign?” he teased.
He placed the ballpoint pen between my fingers and hovered our joined hands over our marriage license. All the while, he gave slow, sensual pumps of his cock.
He was driving me insane. My eyes crossed, and I bit my lip hard to contain a keen of pleasure under his torture. My grip on the pen loosened, and it clattered to the table.
“Come on, wife. Sign your name. It’s easy,” he whispered seductively as his fingers toyed with my clit to the rhythm of his thrusting cock. “Or are you having second thoughts?”
“You’re the devil.”
“You love it.”
He was right. I did.
“Forever and always,” I said, then signed my name.