Page 29 of Viva Wed Vegas

“Well, you didn’t even invite me to your fucking wedding, so mentioning that I was ordained didn’t exactly seem relevant. Now, do you want me to wed you two beautiful people or not?” he asks with a playful glint in his eye. It’s one I have never seen before, but then I guess there was only ever bad shit going on when we would see him.

“Yes, marry us,” I demand. It then occurs to me that I didn’t know how they managed to get Ghost out of jail without bail. His entire charges were dropped. “One thing: how did you get Ghost out?” I ask. It had been so busy, and I was so happy to see him that I completely forgot.

“I will fill you in later. Right now I need you to declare that you are mine,” Ghost demands.

“Fine,” I say in a mock huff.

“Ladies and gentlemen, we are gathered here today,” Jared starts, “for these to declare their love to one another. They nearly didn’t make it to the altar, and we nearly had Jailhouse Rock. Huh-uh,” Jared says in his Elvis voice again, trying to curl his top lip.

I laugh, and Ghost rolls his eyes. “Get on with it, man,” Ghost warns.

“Okay, do you want the official lines or the short ones?” he asks.

“Short,” Ghost answers.

“Okay Star, do you take this huge, stubborn, pain-in-the-ass man to be your wedded husband? Do you promise to love him, tolerate him, and make the rest of his life hell?” Jared asks.

I look to Ghost with a grin. “Oh, I certainly do.”

“Do you Ghost, take this beautiful woman to be your wedded wife? Do you promise to love, worship, and give her multiple orgasms for the rest of your living life?”

“Fuck, yes,” Ghost states.

“Okay, you got any vows you guys want to add?” Jared asks.

“I do,” I state, clearing my throat as I gaze up at Ghost. “Um, I wasn’t going to say anything. I don’t normally do this mushy shit,” I state.

“Shiiit!” Enzo repeats. Seriously, the kid is like a parrot.

“Erm, well, I just want to tell you thank you. I don’t think I’ve ever said that to you before, but my life before you was… Well, it wasn’t a life. Without knowing you saved me, even though I fought you every step of the way. You didn’t give up on me. Your stubbornness clashed with mine.”

“I think you will find it didn’t just clash; it fucking collided with such force it damn near well caused an explosion,” Ghost counters.

My lips twitch, fighting back a smile. “Are you correcting my vows?” I ask, my voice full of sass.

His eyes spark with amusement. “I’m just elaborating.”

“And now I’ve forgotten what I was saying,” I huff. “I was trying to tell you how much I love you. How my life would be empty without you. That I could lose everything in this world, but as long as I had you and Enzo, I would be forever happy until the day I fucking die. But nope, you just had to interrupt me and throw me off my thoughts,” I rant. Taking in a deep breath, I release a sigh of annoyance. “You may have saved me Casper, but you get right on my tits,” I snap.

I ignore the smirks and snorts of laughter as I glare at him. He grabs my waist and pulls me flush against his body, holding me close. He leans down and brushes his mouth against mine. “Shut the fuck up and kiss me,” he growls.

I stand firm, resisting every urge in my body to relax into his hold. “Is that your romantic declaration of your love for me?” I retort.

“I don’t need to declare my love for you. I declare it every time I look at you, every time I touch you. When I hold you or comfort you…” he declares, his ice-blue eyes searing through mine. “When you make me smile, when you make me laugh. When you fucking make me so fucking angry I want to make you choke on my cock,” he growls.

I swallow, my mouth drying up as lust pulses through me. “Every time my lips touch your body, every time I make you scream my name in ecstasy.” He pauses, and my heart feels like it’s about to explode, all while I try to contain myself from jumping him and fucking him right here. His hand squeezes my hip. “I declare each and every day, every goddamn minute, that you are my entire fucking reason for existence. Love isn’t enough to describe everything you make me feel,” he states assertively.

Tears sting my eyes as the burning emotion rises in my throat. “You,” I breathe, trying to get a hold on my emotions.

Ghost grins as he tucks his other hand in my hair behind my ear, his fingertips delicately dancing along my jaw, moving down until his hand rests around my neck.

“Say it,” he whispers, grazing his lips over mine. Neither of us care where we are or that everyone is watching. It’s as if everyone and everything has disappeared. Only we exist at this moment in time.

“My husband,” I whisper.

He releases a deep, possessive growl. “My. Fucking. Wife,” he declares before his lips crash onto mine in a dominating and claiming kiss for all to see, but for me to feel. To know I am his.

Body, mind, and dark fucking soul.

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