Page 73 of Imbalanced Minds

Chapter Thirty-Nine

Cory

If I thought my fiancée couldn’t get any hotter, I was sadly mistaken, because holy fuck, she’s sex on a stick and I want to lick her up. She just asked me to go to the bar for drinks, but the extra flutter of her lashes suggested she had something up that pretty little dress planned just for me.

I grab Jay and tell him what to get the girls. Turning to look over my shoulder confirmed exactly my thoughts. Iris is swaying her hips just like she was the day I laid claim on her—or rather, in a more parent-friendly way.

I stand and watch for a minute too long, then walk right back to where I left her. I remember everything about that night, and I know she does too. If she’s putting on this extra little show for me, I’m all in. I slide up behind her and instead of either girl freezing like last time, Nat has the cheekiest smile, while my woman keeps moving. With almost those same words I uttered all that time ago, I start wrapping my hands around her flat stomach and bringing the material with me as I wrap my arms around her then pull her to me; her back against my front. I ignite at her touch and find it difficult to keep control. As she turns in my arms, her hips move in rhythm with the beat, so I join in, losing all sense of our surroundings and get lost with the love of my life. The one person who can pick me up and destroy me at the drop of a hat, if she chose.

The song blends with another, so I take this chance to get her out of the heated mass of bodies. Wrapping my arm around her waist, we make our way to the bar laughing and enjoying ourselves. The old fella stands on the other side and looks amused.

“What, old man?” I chuckle, addressing the owner. I’ve worked here on and off for years on the door, so it’s all friendly banter and he loves it.

“Son, let me just say I never thought I’d see the day.” He winks at Iris, then continues. “Congrats to you both. You seem like a lovely young lady and this goose is definitely punching above his weight.”

We all laugh; he’s dead right.

“How are you doing, Morry? It’s good to see you’re up to your usual behind the bar antics,” Iris declares.

“I’m good, love. Still kicking ass, as you can see.” He smirks ever so slightly.

We manage to catch up with more people; every time we try to get another dance in, someone comes up and congratulates us and wants to see Iris’ ring. I never thought this shit would be so time-consuming; how naive am I?

I’m startled from my thoughts when a heavy hand grabs my shoulder. I turn and see it’s Gunner, his uncle, Moose and some of the boys.

“Didn’t think you’d get away from having a drink to celebrate your old lady without us did ya, boy?” Moose booms. The whole room is probably staring, but we don’t care.

Iris squeals from beside me. “Moose! You came!” She bounces over and gives him a hug.

I keep a straight face. Over the time we’ve known him, he’s made it clear he has a soft spot for ‘his girly’ as he puts it. I’m not concerned; Iris has a way of digging herself under everyone’s skin in one form or another, and she definitely got under his and has made herself at home.

“Course I came. You’ve grown on me girly, like a daughter. Ain’t gonna miss this for the world. Now, where’s the bar? I’m thirsty.”

We make our way back over, Iris chatting everyone’s ear off and me taking it all in.

It’s overwhelming to see all these people. All from different circles, here to join us.

Guess I am one lucky bastard.

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“Thanks for helping me get Nat home. She’s toast.”

“No worries, man. Good luck with her cranky ass in the morning.” I scoff in laughter.

“Ha, only ass there’ll be is hers getting spanked.” This is my cue to leave.

“See ya later, mate.” I wave over my shoulder as I head back to the truck.

“I’m ready to be home now. I’ve never felt so exhausted from talking. I swear, at our wedding we’re inviting no one.”

“Why don’t we just do it at home with closest friends and family then?”

She whips her head in my direction. I decide it’s best I focus on the drive home, so I look out the window and keep driving; Iris sitting quietly beside me.

We arrive home in record time. By the time we moved in, we’ve only been here five or six months but it’s already full of love and happiness. Shit, I’m starting to sound like a schmuck.

Rounding the vehicle, I open the door for my fiancée; I’ll never grow tired of saying that, at least until I can call her my wife.

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