Page 28 of Crashing the Altar
My grip on her tightened, and I let out a near growl. “Say it again.”
“Shut up and kiss me already, husband,” Penny taunted.
“It’s been all of two minutes, and I’m itching to put you over my knee,” I rasped, then tacked on for good measure, “wife.”
A tremor rolled down the length of her body at my rough claim.
An audible swallow preceded her breathy reply. “Hurry up and seal the deal so you can have me any way you want. I’m yours, Tripp. Forever.”
Fuck, at this rate, we’d be lucky to make it out the door before I rucked up her skirt and consummated this marriage, witnesses be damned.
“I can’t believe you’re mine,” I whispered in awe.
My girl was clearly done with talking because she snaked two hands into my hair, gripped the strands, and held me steady as she rose on her toes to close the gap between us, fusing our mouths together.
I should have taken it slow—savoring the fact that this was not only our first kiss as a married couple but our first kissever—but that became impossible with the desperate noises coming from Penny as her tongue darted out to lick across the seam of my lips, begging for entry. The minute I opened for her, she was forced to swallow my groan as the dreams of tasting my best friend became reality.
And it was better than I could have ever imagined.
There were hints of lemon and sugar from the sweet tea she’d drunk in the car, but beneath, she was pure Penny, and I became instantly addicted. Guess it was a good thing that I would have unlimited access for the rest of my life because I would never get enough. The idea that there would be days when I did nothing but drink from her sweet lips had my cock harder than steel.
Sliding the hand in her hair to her waist, I hauled her flush against me. Penny gasped when my erection grazed her belly, and I couldn’t keep from grinding it against her softness, my blood heating when she clung to me as she moaned.
Our kiss grew frenzied and sloppy, our tongues tangling while the two of us practically mauled each other in an effort to get closer.
God, we’d been such fools to keep our feelings to ourselves for fear of ruining our relationship. Nothing had ever felt so right as this moment, and there was no doubt in my mind that it was only going to get better from here.
We had our whole lives ahead of us. The future we always dreamed of but never dared to believe might actually come true.
Penny hitched a leg around my thigh, grinding against me, and that’s when a throat cleared loudly beside us.
Reluctantly, we broke apart, our breathing ragged. Though our lips no longer touched, I stayed close, keeping my forehead pressed to hers.
“So much trouble, Mrs. Sullivan,” I panted.
Her hot breaths came out choppy. “Nuh-uh. Don’t you go blamin’ me. You were a full participant, Mr. Sullivan.”
“Maybe so, but you were the one humping my leg like a dog in heat.”
My beautiful bride pulled back, indignant. “Oh, please. Like you and your little friend”—her gaze dipped toward my crotch, where my dick immediately twitched under the attention—“weren’t all too happy to get in on the action.”
“Little?” I arched an eyebrow.
She shrugged. “I reserve the right to pass judgment until I’ve had a chance to examine the appendage properly.”
I barked out a laugh. “Appendage? That’s a mighty fancy name for cock, sweetheart. You pick that up in vet school?”
Before Penny could utter another word, the minister broke into our first—playful—marital spat. “As much as it pleases me to see a couple so obviously in love joined in matrimony, there’s still the matter of signing your marriage certificate to attend to before we send you off to enjoy wedded bliss.”
The events before that earth-shattering kiss came rushing back, and I remembered that it was past closing time for the chapel. They’d been doing us a favor by agreeing to perform the marriage tonight instead of making us wait, and guilt rose to the surface over holding them up further.
I ducked my head in apology. “Sorry for keepin’ you folk so late.” Linking my fingers with Penny’s, I explained, “This was a long time coming, and we kinda got carried away.”
The minister simply smiled, and there wasn’t a trace of annoyance in his reply. “It’s no trouble at all. Let’s get the two of you all settled so you can continue your celebration in private.”
I might be a grown man, but the insinuation of what would occur during our wedding night had heat rising up my neck and settling onto my cheeks.
Penny squeezed my hand. “Yeah, big guy. Let’s get the hell outta here so I can get a good look at that cock.”
