Page 53 of Big Rucking Disaster

Becca, who stood to my right, sniffed.

Roger, catching his wife’s eye from the riser, smiled. He’d been happy to stand up for Isaiah. Travis’s friend Dodge was standing up for him. I’d yet to hear the story behind the name—because his given name wasn’tDodge, but I hadn’t figured it out yet.

Something for later?

Yardley squeezed my hand.

“You are now married.” The priest raised his hands toward the grooms.

The room erupted in laughter, cheers, and applause.

The man appeared momentarily taken aback.

Ah, no one warned him what a squad of rugby players and their spouses were like.

Fair.

The grooms started back down the aisle, but stopped at the first pew where both kissed Isaiah’s mom. The mom who had always embraced him, loved him, and championed him. And she now loved her son-in-law just as fiercely.

Love I’d never known.

Still, if not for my uncle and his love of rugby, I wouldn’t have made it into Yardley’s life, and mine would have been so much poorer. Would I have figured out I was bi? Hard to say. Did I love having his cock up my ass? Hell fucking yes.

The grooms passed us, with Travis winking at me.

I might’ve picked his brain about how to be a good bottom. Turned out, laying there and taking it wasn’t all I could do. I’d used his advice and had blown Yardley’s mind.

Go me.

Roger extended his hand to Becca.

She offered him a brilliant smile.

They walked down the aisle together.

I sighed.

Yardley pressed himself against me. “What?”

“I want that.” I gestured with my chin.

“Five kids and a house in the suburbs?”

“Burnaby?”

“Yeah.”

“That would be a bitch of a commute for both of us.”

“Yeah.”

“But your house has three spare bedrooms for kids. Why would we move?” Plus, if things got really nuts, we could reconnect the basement to the main house and use it as part of our home instead of a rental unit.

“So let’s not move. Except to get the last of your stuff in with me.”

I was happy to walk away from my rental apartment in Gastown. The landlord had a waiting list a mile long and was thrilled to return my security deposit and to see the last of me. Probably planned to jack up the rent. Unfortunate for the next person—but at least they’d have a roof over their head. “Sounds good.”

We followed the crowd out to the little reception area where hugs were given freely. I loved that about the squad—the affection shared easily with everyone.

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