Grinning down at her, I place my hands on her cheeks. “Remember I told you during one of our video sessions. They represent my vow to you. You’re mine, Rebecca, always.”
Leaning up on her toes, she presses a soft kiss to my lips, then pushes me away, winking at me. “Go get ready, we'll have to go soon.”
Saluting her, I go off to dress in the foyer, letting her have the bedroom. It’s a mid-afternoon wedding, so I’m not going all out in a tux or anything. Crisp black Armani slacks with a white dress shirt, and black suit jacket. Polished black Ted Baker Derby shoes complete the look, and I take a minute to comb my beard and make sure my hair is just right.
“How are you doing, baby? Ready yet?” I call through to her as I check out my appearance in the mirror.Not bad, Trey, not bad.
“Ready,” comes a soft voice from behind me. Whirling around, my heart stops. I’m not sure how I’m not on the floor with the way it just goes still within my chest. Everything around me fades away, leaving her glowing like an angel in front of me. She is all I see.
She is a vision. The designer gown hugs every curve, sweeping out at the bottom, kissing the ground. The neckline plunges into a deep v, showing off her magnificent breasts. The dress is timeless, simplistic in its elegance. And fits her like a glove.
Taking her hand, I twirl her around. Her hair is pinned up with jeweled clips into a kind of ponytail, the curled ends tumbling down the open back. Pearl buttons, the only extravagance, stretch down the back, leading the eye down her spine and over her rounded ass. I fall to my knees, closing my eyes, letting out a long low breath.
“What is it? Does it look bad?” she asks in a worried voice.
Keeping my eyes closed, I mutter back, “I’m praying.”
“For what?”
“Patience.” My eyes open, locking on her curious ones. “I’m going to need it. Rebecca, you look like an angel. I’m not sure I will make it through the day without
leaving a trail of bloody corpses in our wake. Every man that sees you is going to want you.”
She laughs at me. Laughs. I’m not sure she realizes how fucking serious I am. Maybe we should just stay in the room, forget about getting married. Maybe there’s an online minister that could do it? I mean, the room is already decorated.
“No we will not. Don’t even think about it.”
Fuck, I must have said that out loud.
“Yes, you did.”
Shit.
Rubbing my hands over my face, I pull myself to my feet. Shaking my head at her amusement, I pull her close, growling into her ear. “We don’t have time just now, but later I’ll put you over my knee for laughing at me.”
A knowing smile stretches across her face as she pats me on the shoulder. “Promise?”
A dark chuckle slips out as she moves past me, my eyes fixed firmly on her ass. “Oh yes, I most certainly do.”
Chapter 40
Rebecca
Threading his fingers through mine, Trey gives them a squeeze as the elevator doors open into the lobby. This time, the large crowd of people milling about doesn’t bother me as Trey sweeps me towards the exit.
A little girl tugs on her mother’s hand saying, “Look, mommy! She looks like a princess!” Smiling back at her, I waggle my fingers, and she ducks behind her mom’s legs.
Trey’s chest is puffed out as he draws me tighter to his side, no doubt glaring into submission anyone of the male variety even remotely thinking about glancing my way. I can’t help chuckling to myself over his possessiveness.
With my history, I probably shouldn’t enjoy it as much as I do. On the other hand, it’s the first time in a very long time that someone has looked after me, loved me. It’s refreshing knowing that he’ll always be there.
As we leave the hotel, I notice a white limo idling at the curb, the driver holding the door open for us. Trey helps me in, carefully sweeping up the bottom of my dress. I clutch the bouquet Trey had gotten for me to my chest, bending to sniff the flowers. White roses, of course. If he had gotten any other flower I might have keeled over from shock.
I guess it’s a good thing I love them.
Neither of us have much to say as the limo takes us to the chapel. Although it’s big and noisy, I’m almost fascinated by everything, and I take it all in as we drive down The Strip. It’s not long before we’re pulling up in front of a small building, and Trey ushers me inside, patting his breast pocket.
“What is it?” I ask.
