Page 54 of Married to Number 22
Because this moment is big, important, beautiful?—
At least until Elvis says, “You may kiss your hunka, hunka burning love.”
Thenmy lips twitch and I know that Aiden is feeling the same curl of amusement as I am. Hunka, hunka burning love? Ha. That’s so perfectlyVegas,it’s not even funny. Or it is. Whatever. Frankly, with all the big emotions I’ve been feeling, I’m just thankful for the humor, for Aiden to be choking back laughter too while standing across the altar from me.
Reciting the vows to love and cherish, in sickness and in health, till death do us part was intense.
Real.
Especially while staring into those emerald eyes of his, seeing that he was feeling the words just as deeply as I was.
This is usually an ending, the happily ever after for couples.
But, for Aiden and me, it feels like the beginning.
And that feels…important, heavy, serious.
Elvis telling me to kiss my hunka, hunka burning love?
Not so much.
Elvis clears his throat and smiling, I close the distance between Aiden’s and my bodies, pressing myself against his front, feeling the hard length of his body, the strong embrace of his arms. I’m surrounded by the spicy scent of him, am lost in all the sensations of the boy I loved, the man I’m learning…and yet still somehow know.
Which is why it feels like the most natural thing in the word to lean up and kiss him.
Elvis and all his rhinestones disappear.
The music and the witnesses we hired fade to the background.
I’m not feeling the slight chill in the air, the pinch of my shoes.
I’m not worried that I’m taking advantage of Aiden, that I’m going to mess up his life, that we’re somehow going to have to explain this to his family…and deal with the fallout of mine.
It’s just Aiden and me.
And this one beautiful moment.
That feels like a beginning.
Twenty-One
Aiden
“Oh, God!”she screams, her head dropping back against the headboard, her hips grinding hard against my mouth.
Her dress is rucked up around her waist, and I have her spread wide, her legs pinned to the bed, that gorgeous pussy on display as I fuck her with my mouth and fingers and tongue.
Beautiful.
Sexy.
Mine.
“Oh my fucking God!” she screams.
And I feel it—the slickness increasing, her body shuddering, my name tumbling off her lips as she comes apart.
She goes limp, her moan cascading through the air, eyes sliding closed.
