Then I looked down at Cassie and smiled at the white long-sleeved full-length dress.
I had asked her to wear it today.
She had asked why, and when I told her that it was a surprise, she had threatened to keep her pussy away from me.
I had nearly broken down and told her.
But I held strong.
She loved my cock as much as I loved her pussy.
And now, I tagged her head and led her inside.
She was fidgeting at my side, but I just smiled.
Then her other hand wrapped around our clasped hands, and when I entered the room where this was going to take place, Cassie’s mouth dropped open.
Chief Klein, who just so happened to be an ordained minister, stood there in front of us with his hands clasped together and a smile on his face.
I pulled Cassie in my arms and whispered, “Can’t give you a ceremony where pictures will be involved. And got word from Tyron two weeks ago when I called him. Need you married to me just in case something happens.”
She lifted a brow and glared.
I smiled, “And it’s because I love you. I love you so much it hurts sometimes.”
“If you ever say, just in case something happens ever again to me, I will hunt you down and beat the holy hell out of you.”
I snickered. Then nodded.
Then I looked at Garrick, “Thank you for doing this.”
He nodded, then Tatum smiled.
I lifted a brow at Garrick, and he shook his head.
I felt like shit for him. Keeping things from Tatum.
But it was essential.
Three hours earlier, at Garrick and Tatum’s house.
“Need you to wear a dress and get ready, Tink,” I said to my wife.
She lifted a brow, “Why?”
I chuckled.
When we first met, she never would have done that.
Fuck. Me.
But seeing her coming into who she was always meant to be, had been a glorious thing.
I stepped to her, wrapped her in my arms, and asked, “Do you trust me?”
She looked up at me and smiled. “You know I do.”
I winked, “Then get ready, and please, don’t ask.”
