I frowned and growled at him. It wasn’t my fault if he was so fucking slow.
“Marshall, do you take this man to be your wedded husband?”
“I do.” There. I’d answered his question. Could I sex Daniel up yet?
Kajir grinned at me like he could hear my thoughts. Hell, maybe he could. He seemed to know things no one else did sometimes. He’d predicted we’d be married in February before Daniel and I had even talked about it, after all. “By the power of your love and commitment and the authority vested in me by the state of South fucking Dakota, I now pronounce you husbands. You may—”
That was all I needed to hear before I launched myself at Daniel.
He let out anoofwhen we collided, stumbling a step back before Henry steadied us both with a hand against Daniel’s lower back.
And then we were kissing. Our lips locked, our tongues massaging and licking, our mouths sucking at each other like our very next breath depended on being as connected as humanly possible.
For all we knew, they could have been.
“—kiss.” Kajir sighed and threw his hands up in defeat. “I don’t know why I even fucking bothered learning this fucking script.”
A cheer went up behind us, but we couldn’t have cared less. Neither one of us pulled away from the other for longer than it took for us to take our next shuddering breath.
“Okay, folks,” I heard Jackson say loudly from behind us. “Let’s give them a minute. I have it on good authority that there’s food waiting for us in the dining room. Let’s head that way.”
Yes. Get out.
I had ahusbandto sex up.
We ignored the general ruckus of our guests leaving their seats and exiting the room, much more interested in seeing how far down each other’s throats we could shove our tongues.
“Half an hour, boys,” Jackson said eventually from beside us. “I can’t hold them off forever.”
Without releasing my hold from Daniel, I shoved a hand out in Jackson’s general direction and pushed against whatever it connected with.
“Okay, okay. Point taken,” he said with a laugh. “Head back to the manager’s office, at least, for fuck’s sake.”
Ooh, yeah. That was afantasticidea.
I immediately pulled away from Daniel, took hold of his hand, and, to the sounds of Jackson’s pealing laughter, dragged him behind me as I made a beeline back up the aisle and toward the office Jackson and I had waited in for the ceremony to begin.
As soon as we crossed the threshold, I shoved him toward the desk. “Strip.”
“Yes, sir.”
Daniel wasted no time tearing his clothes from his body as I did the same after making sure the door was locked.
Once we were both naked, I turned around and faced the door, peeking over my shoulder as I bent forward slightly, grabbed my ass cheeks, and pulled them apart to show him the sparkling, jeweled plug I’d inserted prior to getting dressed.
Feeling it shift and slide inside me during the ceremony had been exquisite torture, enhanced tenfold every time Daniel touched me.
He gasped. “Fuck….”
“Yeah, that’s kinda the idea,” I panted. “Come on. Stick it in me. I’m prepped, lubed, and ready to go.” My fingers scrabbled at my ass and gave a little wiggle before I caught his blown-out eyes and pleaded with mine. “Come fuck your husband, Daniel.”
Never breaking eye contact, he gripped the base of his cock before he ever so lightly ran his palm up the length, just once. He stepped up behind me, the warmth from his front bleeding into my back the moment our skin met.
He took hold of the plug, making me moan when he twisted it. I let go of my ass and braced myself against the door.
One pulse in and out.
A second twist.
