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On his upturned palms, at chest height, he held a large tablet screen, and on that screen was the smiling face of my half-sister, Lissa. She waved at us, and Sophie gasped beside me.
“Both of us have family here!”Fuck, yeah.We both have family. I knew that Ice didn’t want Lissa here, but had he made it possible for her to attend as a virtual guest, or was that all Grease?
“Welcome, Lissa!” Sophie called out, waving at her, and turning to her family to explain who Lissa was, while I took a moment, to swallow against the lump in my throat. My sessions with Lissa had been great, actually. While I had a lot of shit I had to try and work through, she was patient and supportive, and made me feel like I could really make a go of things now. She always set aside five minutes after each session for us to just chat, to catch up, and get to know each other, and I was starting to feel like we could actually have a relationship in the future, as family.
“Sorry I can’t be there in person, but… well, you know… I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
“Thank you,” I said quietly, hearing an embarrassing tremble in my voice, before I cleared it and took a deep breath.
“Ice… uh… well, I wouldn’t want him disrupting things, so I wouldn’t let him watch with me.”
Fuck. Suddenly I had this real clear image in my mind, of that moment in a wedding, where they get a chance to object to it, and I just fucking knew he would. I was immediately really thankful that nobody from Phoenix was here after all.
“We should really begin,” the registrar said firmly, and we all turned to stare at the middle aged woman, who stood at the podium thing, dressed smartly, and ready to marry us. Jesus,marry us.
I caught Sophie’s eye and she smiled broadly, nodding at me, so hell yeah, we’re doing this.
Itdidn’ttakelong,to be honest. It was a basic ceremony, but the important part was the two people standing there, reciting vows, and promising themselves to each other. We walked in there two people in love, and we walked out a married couple. Two people now as one. We were each other’s future, and now wore rings, and had a piece of paper to prove it.
“It was nice that Lissa could be here, even remotely,” Sophie murmured in my ear, as Harley took some photos of us, out front, on his phone. He’d become a good friend to me, and was shit scared of fucking up the photos, but we really only needed a few to commemorate our day, because we had forever now.
“Yeah, I think if Ice had been here, he’d have objected to our wedding, just for shits and gigs.”
She gasped, shaking her head at me.
“Surely not.”
“Surprised your stepdad didn’t. He keeps glaring at me.”
Her head swivelled, and she just caught the fucker, as he turned away.
“I’m sorry.”
“Wife?” She turned back to face me, that ecstatic smile reappearing, as I cupped her cheeks, and leaned close.
“All that matters is that we’re married, and we can look forward to our future together. If he hates me, so be it. As long as you love me, and know that I’ll do anything for you always, then does anyone else matter?”
I kissed her, keeping it soft and sweet, while I’d rather be devouring her. Fuck. Devouring her. I needed to bury my face in her sweet pussy again. Her taste was my personal fucking drug now.
“Alright, enough of that. Time to go back to the clubhouse to party,” Grease yelled, slapping my back so hard, I nearly headbutted my new wife.
“Watch it, prick!”
“That’s assault. I mean, technically, you could charge him for assault.”
We all turned to see that damn policewoman who’d come to the clubhouse, a sly grin on her face, as she stood beside her partner, that tall, stoic guy.
“Don’t remember inviting PC pain-in-my-ass,” Grease murmured, turning to put himself between us and the cops. If the prick started something at my fucking wedding, I’d kick his ass.
“It’s public property, and I’m an officer of the law. This is the courthouse too, as you well know, Grease.” The way she said his name was like she couldn’t put enough disgust into her tone.
“Why you gotta talk to me like that, baby? You want my cock, just step on up. I’m easy, I promise, as long as you’re not planning to walk on me with stilettos on,” Grease laughed then, “Well, probably not, anyway.”
“Can we stop him before he gets arrested at our wedding?” Sophie hissed, pushing me at Grease, and knocking me into him by accident. I, in turn, couldn’t stop my momentum, and knocked him right into his fucking favourite cop.
“Jesus fuck!”
He almost took her down, catching her arm at the last second, as he caught his balance.
