Page 277 of Steeling Her
“I always do,” Nick replies confidently.
I feel a warm hand on my back and a soft kiss on my temple as I stand between the two men. I kiss my dad on the cheek and give him a great, big hug before he leaves me to take his seat next to his wife.
I take Nick’s hand in mine, and he takes me up the steps, one by one, so we can present ourselves to the altar. I hand Danielle my bouquet to hold for the ceremony.
The ceremony went by in a flash. I honestly couldn’t remember any of it, it was all such a blur. All I did was focus on Nick the entire time. There were many jokes about it, and I didn’t mind one bit.
It was our moment—our day—and that’s all that really mattered to me in the end. Nothing could have gone wrong in my eyes. I was happy to be standing there with him as we we said our vows and promises to one another. Marriage isn’t easy, but we’re prepared for it. I know well be just fine.
Together, we can get through it all.
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The first moment alone that we had after we said our “I Do”s to one another and celebrated with our first, official kiss of being married was when we had our first dance together. We were in the middle of the room for our private reception. It was our very first dance as Mr. and Mrs. Jackson.
I was quick to remind him that I will always have the Steel blood within me wherever I go. He was largely okay with that too. He knows that I am both a Steel and a Jackson.
“You look so beautiful,” he whispers into my ear, my hair tickling the back my neck. “Amazingly beautiful. I didn’t think it would be possible.” I chuckle over his shoulder as we hold one another and sway from side to side, dancing alone in the middle of the room to “Can’t Help Falling in Love” by Kina Grannis.
We heard the song in an movie we had gone to see in the theater one night. We both thought it was a beautiful rendition of the old Elvis song. It’s so soothing, like a lullaby.
“Well, you don’t look too bad yourself, Mr. Jackson,” I tease him as I pull my head back to speak to him.It’s just us—just what I wanted.
He looks so handsome in his tuxedo; it fits him to perfection. You can tell everything was tailored to suit his body type. Most football players cannot fit into regular clothing, so they get custom made clothes most of the time. This time, being a special event, was no exception.
“And I cannot wait to slide this gorgeous dress off your perfect body later on and blow your mind, baby,” he jokes and I throw my head back to laugh raucously. It’s just us on the dancefloor. The people around us gathers around to watch the two of us have a cute moment as a couple. They don’t know how dirty-minded my husband is right now.
“You’ll probably be passed out on the bed later on if TJ has anything to do with it,” I quip back playfully, knowing that TJ has every intention of getting Nick as drunk as possible and as quickly as possible. “And if you puke, you will be spending the first night as a husband alone,” I tease as I look up into his eyes and see those hunter-green hues glisten humorously in front of me. I’m lost in them, as per usual.
“That’s why I’m planning to sneak off with you later, so be ready for the time of your life.” He grins cheekily, showing that panty dropping dimple on his left cheek that most women die for.
“I’ve already had the time of my life today,” I say seriously as I caress the back of his head. All jokes aside, it really has hit me just how happy I am right now; it’s the most memorable day of my life. I want to stay in the present with him and really enjoy all of it. I want this day to last as long as it can. I want to cherish all these moments and remember them forever. I don’t want to rush this.
“Me too.” He leans in for a kiss, to which I gladly accept. We kiss for a moment, forgetting where we are, until an obnoxious whistle reaches our ears.
“HEY! Save it for later! There are kids here!” TJ covers Taylor’s eyes, and his audience gives him his favorite reaction. We both roll our eyes at him being so . . . TJ, but we wouldn’t change him for anything.
It took us both until three in the morning before we could finally get some alone time for ourselves. The celebrations continued on without us, not that we could protest. We just disappeared from sight so we could go to our penthouse suite and enjoy our alone time in the best room the hotel has to offer.
It was hard to miss us leaving. We couldn’t just slip out of our own wedding celebration without being noticed. We had to talk to some people as we slowly made our way to the door and out to reception.
We ride the elevator together as he holds the special key that gives us access to the suite. I hold his hand in mine and rest my head on his shoulder while I stare at his reflection through the reflective elevator doors. Nick kisses my head over and over again as he whispers sweet things that makes me smile both inside and out. It feels surreal to be married to him, but I’ve also been waiting so long for this day to happen.
It’s the ding that tells us we were ready to walk into our own world and have it all to ourselves. Nick wraps both of his arms around me from the back, careful to not step on my dress, as we walk towards our private sanctuary together.
I open the door and see our clothes had already been unpacked like we had requested. The bedsheets had also already been spread for us. A king-sized bed with crisp white sheets and fluffy pillows to match is beautifully laid out for us. It looks more like a cloud than a bed.
White transparent drapes cover as much of the floor length windows as it can. The windows overlook the ocean and beach connected to the hotel. A flatscreen TV is mounted on the wall opposite from our bed, and the walls around us are painted gray with some paintings hanging at eye level.
The kisses start on the back of my neck. I immediately feel aroused just by his touch, my entire body reacts to him like no other. It knows his touch—knows it very well. Nick’s two hands release their hold on me and move to my shoulders, taking the straps with them as he brings them down my arms. A pulse ripples down my body from his delicate touch. I couldn’t wait for this moment.
We haven’t even turned on the lights to the room yet. It’s just us and the moonlight.
I feel the zipper in my side being dragged down. Soon after, my dress falls to the carpeted floor. The soft material bunches up at my feet. I step away and turn around to face Nick. I take off my backless bra and throw it somewhere. I stand in front of him in only my panties.
I have always had issue with showing my body to people. I’m shy, and always have been, but I’m comfortable with showing it to Nick. I feel safe with him. I trust him. I can be myself with him, out of shape or in shape, it doesn’t matter all that much to him.
I start taking off his tuxedo jacket. I push it off his broad, muscular shoulders and let that accompany my dress on the floor. I then move on to the buttons of his shirt while he takes his bow tie off. Both of us couldn’t wait for this moment any longer. My hands are fidgeting, and he knows that, so he kisses me hungrily and helps me with his shirt until it’s resting on the floor. I see and feel those abs glistening back to me in the moonlight. The ripples of his six pack makes my mouth water with excitement.
