Love Tap(89)

“YOU DID IT!!” I scream jumping up and down in my spot.

Camden doesn’t even wait for the referee to raise his hand and declare him the winner. He rushes out of the octagon and raises me in the air.

“This is the only trophy I need.”



Hours later

Camden



My nose stinging, possibly broken, I hold Tate’s hand in my own. She looks gorgeous in a short white cocktail dress. Her hair tousled and sitting on her shoulders she looks amazing. Perfect for Vegas. I run my gaze from her body to her bare feet, her white heels sitting haphazardly next to her.

“Fuck I love you.”

Taking my eyes off her feet I look up, finding Tate’s face pale, her eyes looking at the minster. I realize then I interrupted him in the middle of his homily.

“Sorry,” I mumble lowering my head. Looking up through hooded eyes I find Tate smiling back at me. That look I love so much staring back at me.

“I now pronounce you, man and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Taking her face I kiss her hard. My tongue demanding entry and taking over.

Her hands clasp my cheeks as she kisses me back just as hard.

The minster coughs and I pull from Tate, and take her hand in mine.

Her red and white diamonds blinding me from the evening sun shining through the chapel.

“If you will move to your left you can get some pictures, it’s a part of your package,” one of the employees states, pointing the way before calling in the next couple to get married.



Tate



Camden picks me up bride style and the little short Mexican woman takes our picture. We look a mess I’m sure, but I love it. I couldn’t imagine this any other way. When I kissed Camden in the tree that day, I knew that he would be the last guy I’d ever kiss.

I can honestly say I am the happiest I’ve ever been.

Journey is in therapy and in college for an art degree.

Dad and I are closer than ever; he is always giving me advice on fighting and healing. I’ve even made him a part of my team. He’s at every fight.

Camden and I train together, and travel together. We are inseparable and do everything together. He has my back, and I have his.

“Oh my gosh, that was so beautiful!” Chloe cries sashaying out of the chapel. Her dark hair is pinned up with red flowers, and her red dress is barely covering her monster tits. She looks beautiful though.

“Would you quit it?” I throw my hand at her. She’s so dramatic.

“Bitch, that shit is beautiful, let me have my moment,” she points at me, and I can’t help but laugh.

It was just going to be Camden and I getting hitched in Vegas, but Chloe wouldn’t let go of her role as my bridesmaid. She’s watched Camden and I grow since we were kids so I couldn’t deny her being here.

Her eyes drop landing on my feet. “Where the hell are your shoes?” I look down with her, finding my bare toes wiggling back.

“I don’t know, somewhere. I wore the dress, give me a break.”

She groans, clearly annoyed.

“Hey man, just wanted to say how cool it was that you fought and got married on the same day, just wanted to show my support,” an unfamiliar voice sounds from behind me.

Turning, I find Camden shaking Jake The Snake Adam’s hand. I frown, curious why he’s at my wedding.

“Thanks man,” Camden juts his chin out, slapping Jake’s shoulder.

“Who is that f*ck me stick?” Chloe says way too loudly. My eyes widen as I look over my shoulder at Chloe. My face conveying how crude she really is.

“That is the guy Camden just fought. Hence the bruised and bloody face.”

“Introduce me.” She shoves me forward, not giving me a chance to say no. I scowl, irritated she wants me to play matchmaker.

“Aw, the bride. You look ravishing.” Jake grabs my hand giving it a kiss and I notice Camden tense at the display of affection. I love seeing Camden become jealous.

“Thank you,” I reply shyly.

“Anyway, congratulations you two. I should probably get going.” Jake gives a curt nod before taking a step back toward the entrance. “Oh,” he stops and points at Camden, “I’ll be taking the Best Fighter Out of Chicago title back.” He points at Camden as he starts to walk backwards. Camden gives him a ‘just try it f*cker’ look.

Chloe shoves me again. The woman is relentless in her man hunting.

“This is Chloe,” I blurt. Chloe’s face reddens. I shrug. She knows I suck at talking to guys, especially ones that aren’t hard on the eyes. Jake is the same size as Camden, but is covered in tattoos and has short brown hair. His face is sharp, his eyes matching his chocolate hair. He’s a catch for any girl given his looks. Him coming here to congratulate Camden on his wedding day, I’d say his personality is a plus too.

“Oh, hi Chloe. I don’t think I saw you at the fight?”

“No, I was getting things ready for the wedding.” She smiles the biggest, fakest smile ever and I roll my eyes.

“You look hungry, are you hungry?” He tilts his head to the side with a flirtatious grin spreading across his handsome face.

“Starving,” Chloe says quickly.

Jake holds his hand out and Chloe takes it without a second thought.

“Should we gamble?” I ask, leaving the chapel, not sure what married couples do. I don’t feel any different than I did walking in. Except for this heavy ring on my finger.