Page 99 of Lady Sings the Blues

Carver clears his throat. “Ah… yeah. Boss, how ‘bout you recite some vows, brother?”

I nod and repeat his words.

“I, Beau Hollister, promise to love you, Elise Manning, for the rest of my life. Takin’ in account what it means to be a good husband—to be a friend, a lover, a provider, a protector—to be a true partner even if bein’ that partner comes as a bossy caveman. We’ll always reach where we gotta be.”

Carver turns his head to look at my woman. “Good. Now how ‘bout you Elise? Ready for some vows?”

“God yes.”

Can’t help the smile spreadin’ ridiculously wide across my face. And no, my eyes aren’t waterin’. I’m a man. Our eyes don’t water, even for something like marryin’ the love of my life. I know I look like an idiot, but my woman, she’s ready for her vows. She wants to be mine. Means a lot. No, means the world.

She then repeats his words, with some adjustments of her own. “I, Elise Manning, promise to love you, Beau Hollister, for the rest of my life. Taking in account what it means to be a good wife—to be a friend, a lover, a provider, a protector however that comes about and whatever that means to us within the construct of our marriage—to be a true partner even in the face of you being a bossy caveman. We’ll always reach where we gotta be.”

“Got a ring?” Carver asks me.

I turn to Tommy who hands off the gold bands to me, then take my woman’s left hand. As I slip hers onto her finger, I say the words. “This ring symbolizes what you mean to me darlin’. So with this ring, I thee wed.”

Elise takes the second ring from my hand, then as she slides it over the knuckle on my left ring finger, she gives it to me. “This ring symbolizes what you mean tome, babe. So with this ring, I thee wed.”

“Love hearin’ that.” Carver addresses the guests. “So now, with the power granted me by the Church of Divine Waters, I’m proud to be the one to pronounce you husband and wife. Beau, brother… Kiss your bride.”

He don’t have to tell me twice.

Throwing my arms around her shoulders and her waist, I haul her in close and kiss the shit out of my wife. Hard. Wet. Deep. And long, until the congratulatory catcalls turn pornographic.

She’s breathin’ heavily by the time I let her go.

We turn around to face all our friends as Carver announces, “Brothers, ladies, let me introduce to you Beau and Elise Hollister.”

I practically drag her back down the aisle behind me, this time to ruckus clapping and boisterous laughter from my brothers, and call over my shoulder, “Go ahead and start the party. Gotta fuckmy wife.”

Once we’re back in our bedroom, she glares at me, hands on her hips. “I should be mad at you Beau Hollister, for telling all our wedding guests you’re going to fuck me,” she says before she lets loose that smile I fell in love with. “But I’m just too damn happy to care at the moment. So you got lucky, mister.”

“Not as lucky as I’m about to get, Elise Hollister, so get over here and kiss your husband.”

“I don’t want to ruin my hair. Undo your pants and sit on the bed.”

Fuck, we’ll go with that. So I unbutton, unzip and tug my pants down to my hips as she hikes her dress up to aroundher hipsand shimmies out of her sexy, lacey thong. I’m clearly already hard as a fuckin’ rock and judging by the way she mounts my lap, straddling my thighs and glides herself down my erection, she’s more than ready herself.

We don’t move right away, just stare into each other’s eyes. I breathe her in, breathe in the early smell of sex mixed with her perfume, and watch her chest heave up and down as she unbuttons the vest of her dress. Those gorgeous, voluptuous tits spill out just begging for my mouth.

Andthat’swhen we begin to move.

Her hands around my neck, Elise’s head falls back as I grip her hips, grindin’ her heat against my straining cock. When we’ve found our rhythm, I move one hand from her hip to push down against her pubic bone as I suck hard on her nipple.

The noise she makes—fuck. It becomes a breathy cry of my name. “Beau.” But I’m not ready to let her have it yet. There’s still more I want to do to her before I’m ready to share her and the day with our guests.

Gone from the festivities for almost an hour and a half, we eventually stroll back into the main common from our room, arms linked, and her head resting on my shoulder while I take most of her body weight. And her hair, well, let’s just say slightly worse for wear.

My brothers pat me on the back while Elise gets a lot of cheek skims.

Once we arrive, the party really begins. Food and drinks all around. The hog roast to end all hog roasts. I eat like a man who fucked hard and needs to refuel. Elise picks delicately at hers, dreamily and careful not to drip sauce on her dress. Though, it’s leather so it’ll wipe right off.

As soon as she’s finished her meal, Maryanne sneaks up from behind her to snatch the paper plate from Elise’s hand, setting it on the bar top behind them and drags my woman to the makeshift dance floor where she’s bum rushed by her bridesmaids.

They laugh and dance.

A hand grips my shoulder, and I turn my head to see Tommy. “Shit,I got me a wife,” I tell him, then take a long pull from my beer.

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