“But there’s was small.”
“And perfect just the way they wanted it to be. Now you’ve given Gray and me the wedding we’ve dreamed of, and it’ll be amazing.”
Tears popped into Rowan’s eyes, and he inhaled deeply then let out the air. “I’m sorry I’m freaking out on your big day. I should be the one calming you down. By the way, why are you this calm?”
I couldn’t help my grin. “Today I get to marry the man who loves me most in this world. I get to be Ozzie Magnuson. What’s to be anxious about? Now I’m going to take a few minutes alonebefore we head out for the ceremony. I suggest you drink a glass of wine and put your feet up until I get back.”
“But where are you going?”
“Don’t worry. I won’t be long.”
Hopefully.
Slipping from the room, I took off down the hall, my heart beating fast in rhythm to my quick steps. The stables weren’t far, but I didn’t want to run into anyone, so I slipped out back.
The new stable didn’t house any horses yet, but it already had that distinct smell of straw, wood, and leather. I pushed the heavy door open and peered inside. The mystical interplay of light and shadow dappled the hay-bales and painted soft luminescent patches on the worn wall planks. It was just like Gray to choose a place like this for our secret rendezvous.
“Gr—oh!”
Familiar, powerful arms wrapped around me and pulled me into a warm embrace.
“Are you trying to give me a heart attack before I even get married?” I scolded softly, feeling the familiarity of Gray’s cheek against my temple.
“Now why would I do that? This is the best day of my life.”
Gray shoved the door closed, plunging us into the dim light filtering through the slats high in the barn walls.
“I can’t see much of you,” I whispered.
“It’s the best compromise. If Rowan knew I lured you here and saw you before we walked down the aisle, he would have a heart attack.”
Giggling, I turned around in his arms and wrapped my arms around Gray’s neck. “You’d think the fate of the world rests in our wedding today.”
“But of course it does.” He cupped my backside and pulled me up against him. “Don’t you know if I don’t make you legally minetoday there will be no shortage of natural disasters that would happen? I simply must marry you, my love.”
Oh god. Eighteen months later, and I melted every time he called me that. “You promised me something blue?”
“I’ll definitely give it to you.”
Gray lowered his head and kissed me. When his tongue unfurled into my mouth, I groaned against him and succumbed to the heat warming the blood through my veins. Anyone could sleep with their groom on their honeymoon. But Gray…my man would sneak us out somewhere to get a quickie before our wedding.
I’d never felt more loved than being with him.
“We have to be quick,” I whispered in between kisses. “Or Rowan will send an army to find us.”
“Bossy little twink needs to find himself a man,” Gray growled.
Chuckling, I cupped his erection, and then I wasn’t laughing anymore. Just feeling the weight of him behind the fabric made me ache to feel that bulge claiming and stretching me.
“Oh Gray,” I moaned. “I want to feel you inside me when I’m walking down the aisle.”
“Yes.” He pulled me into one of the stalls and placed my hands against the rough wood. “Hold on tight. Tonight I’ll love every inch of your beautiful body but for now…”
He undid my belt buckle and slid his hands into the waistband of my trousers. The anticipation was thick and tangy in the stale barn air, full of promise and desire. He slipped my pants down carefully, a hungry growl escaping his lips. “You’re wearing lace.” He ran his fingertips over the black lace covering my ass.
“You were supposed to find out after the wedding.”
“You know seeing you in lace always drives me wild. So fucking sexy the way the material hugs your ass.”
