Ha-ha. Burn, as Stacia liked to say. The crowd around the wanker chuckled and he slunk away. I’m sure we’d be hearing that sound bite on the news for weeks. Totally worth it.
We’d each arrived at the abbey in open carriages even though it was snowing, so all the adoring fans and onlookers could see their fill of us. But I’d insisted on a limo with darkly tintedwindows for the ride to the wedding breakfast. I knew full-well that one kiss wouldn’t be enough today.
We finally made it into the waiting car, although it took a full three minutes to get her gown’s train and veil inside with us.
I huffed at the material and the way she was sat on the opposite side of the car from me because of all the material. “Love, I had every intention of making you come at least twice on the way to the wedding breakfast, but I don’t think I can even find you under all this marshmallow fluff.”
“I know, right? I do love a man in uniform, but I can’t wait to get you out of it. Although I might make you put your fancy cap back on when we’re in the bedroom. Rawr.”
Christ. Now that we were married, her belly would be round with my child in no time. But it wasn’t going to happen in the next fifteen minutes. There was no way into her panties. I simply couldn’t get there from here. “Can’t we skip the brunch and go straight to the honeymoon?”
“No. We promised your mother we would do this by the book.”
Damn. We had promised. I was already pushing it with this limo ride.
“But that doesn’t mean I don’t have some good old-fashioned American ingenuity up my sleeve.” The sound of material ripping filled the car and Stacia crawled out of the giant skirt and across the seat to me in only her bodice top and a very sexy pair of white lace panties to match.
“Holy fuck, did you just rip your dress to get with me?” Not that I minded, but as brash of an American as she was, she couldn’t walk into our reception without her skirt.
“It’s Velcro. Easy in, easy out.” She tapped her head and winked. “And these are crotchless panties.”
Dear fates above, I loved this girl. My princess, the queen of my heart. I tapped the button for the intercom. “Marcus, take us around the block a few times.”
We didn’t arrive at the wedding breakfast for seventeen turns around the block.
