He kissed her again.
Sky pouted at him.“No fair.You know howdevastating your kisses can be.”
He grinned.“I’ll tell him myself.”
Although he had a feeling Giovanni mightjust shoot him for that.Giovanni liked doing everything on a grandscale, and given Sky was special to him, to all of them, he’dcertainly be hard to convince.
“I’ll spring it on him a few hours beforethe wedding.That way, he won’t have time to lecture me,” hesaid.
She giggled.“Ryker, that’s dirty.”She letout a breath.“We’re really doing this?”
“Any hesitations?”
She shook her head, smiling.“None atall.”
Chapter Eight
Sky’s world narrowed its scope to the manshe’d always loved.She didn’t see the priest in the background orthe interior of the church.She wasn’t even aware of the crowdbehind her, although she appreciated every member of the Familiawho took time out of their busy schedules to come.
Ryker took her hand in his, his mere touchmaking her heart race.Seeing him in a tailored suit of midnightblue, so dark it was almost black, made her smile.Her groomcleaned up very nicely.He looked so handsome, especially since athome he usually wore more casual clothes.
Despite the rushed arrangements she and theother women had made that morning, Sky liked the wedding dress sheand Ada had found in a second-hand wedding dress store—a simplegown with a lace detail on top and matching lace sleeves.Despitethe sheer fabric, Sky didn’t even care one bit about her old scarsshowing.
Today, Ryker made her the happiest woman inthe world, and she was among family and friends.Sky was home.Shecouldn’t stop smiling.
Judging by the feral look Ryker flashed her,she could tell he liked how the dress fit on her as well.He lookedready to rip it off her, and she could feel a blush creeping up hercheeks.
The priest continued to speak, but she couldhardly hear the words.After Giovanni found out they planned tohead to city hall, he insisted on a traditional wedding.The nextthing Sky knew, she’d been spirited to a small and charmingCatholic church on the city’s outskirts.
“Do you take Ryker as your lawful husband,to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better or forworse, for richer or for poorer, in sickness and in health, to loveand cherish until death do you part?”
“I do,” she answered without hesitation.
The priest turned to Ryker and hadn’t evenfinished when Ryker said the same.
“You may kiss the bride.”
Ryker encircled his arms around her, cuppedher cheek, and zeroed in for a possessive and rough kiss, thrustinghis tongue down her throat.Ryker moved his hands up and down herdress, not caring about who was watching.Someone hooted.Shewanted to feel Ryker’s bare hands on her skin, to get the annoyingfabric out of the way.He always had that effect on her.
Then she remembered they had an audience,guests who came to witness the most important moment of her life.They parted, and finally, she looked at the Familia membersgathered there.Giovanni inclined his head towards her.He’d beenthe one to walk her down her aisle, which only seemed appropriategiven he’d been kind of a father figure to them both.
Uncle Gino grinned at her.
“If he yells photo session I’m going tostrangle him,” Ryker muttered under his breath.
“Photos with the bride and groom,” Gino saidin a cheerful voice, making Ryker snarl under his breath.
She laughed and gave his hand a squeeze.“Baby, just for today, be nice.Okay?”
“Only for you, I’ll be patient.”Rykerpressed his lips to the shell of her ear and whispered, “I can’twait to undress you and have my way with you, wife.I bet you misshaving my cock in you.”
She blushed deeper, but she couldn’t denyit, even though they just had sex last night.Today was differentthough.Yesterday, they weren’t man and wife yet.
“I am,” she agreed.“Now please, behave,husband.Giovanni’s making his way to us.”
****
They drove from the reception at Paolo’sstraight to the Amethyst, a luxurious five-star hotel the Familiaowned.Giovanni made some calls and managed to get them the suiteon the top floor, usually reserved for celebrities or politicians.Ryker got out of the car and tossed his keys to the waiting valet,before opening the door for his wife.
