My Big Fat Fake Wedding(116)

It’s only our immediate families, plus Archie and Kaede. No company executives, no fourth cousins from Sardinia or Crete, nothing but a baker’s dozen of chairs lined up, a simple altar in Kimberly’s garden, and us. I’ve even ditched the fancy dress for a simple white silk slip dress, which is much more comfortable since it’s my actual size.

“You look beautiful, Violet,” Papa says as we walk. “So happy, which is all I’ve ever wanted for you, dear.”

“I am, Papa,” I tell him quietly so I don’t overshadow the soft music pumping through the home stereo system. No DJ this time, no orchestra, just a fancy sound system. It’s better that way. “I’m marrying for the right reasons, and I’ve found my happiness.”

Papa hums and kisses my cheek at the end of the aisle. “That’s my girl.”

The ceremony is simple, with none of the craziness that marred our last wedding. Father O’Flannigan talks about the specialness of love and living with an open heart and then performs the blessing over our interlocked hands.

This time, when I say my vows, I remember every word because I wrote them myself. Ross did the same.

“Sometimes, there are events in your life that are like big, flashing signs that things are going to change,” Ross says as he holds my hands. “Sometimes, though, those life-changing events happen so quickly, or so subtly, you don’t even notice them. For me, that event was the first day my little sister invited you over to play at our house. My life changed that day. And while it took me a long time to figure it out, I realize now that I want one thing in my life. You. To love you, to honor you . . . to be your husband. Forever.”

Kimberly’s openly crying, and I have to blink back tears as I reply. “I hated you. For so long, I thought you were my tormentor, the boy to haunt my dreams and make my school days a living nightmare. But then I saw through the teasing, the hard words, and saw the real you. The man you’ve become, the man I love with all my heart. Today, forever and always, I want to be yours. Your love, your woman, your wife. Forever.”

A minute later, we kiss, and as our family surrounds us, Father O’Flannigan gets a joke in. “So . . . about the marriage license. Should I sign it this time?”

Morgan is the quickest response. “You’d better have already done that months ago. That’s my daughter-in-law right there.” He tosses me a wink, and I remember how Ross said that Morgan didn’t want me to get hurt. That all along, he truly wanted what was best for everyone. He might’ve been a bit bumbling about it, but he was right in the end.

Ross was ready to settle down. I was too. And thanks to Abi’s scheming, we’ve actually got a true happily ever after of a marriage, not just a big, fat, fake wedding.



Ross





The bridal suite’s nowhere near as big as my penthouse . . . excuse me, our penthouse. Then again, the penthouse doesn’t have a view that can even hold a candle to the view outside our hut. With an unspoiled view of the beach and the ocean on one side and the Hawaiian jungle on the other, I can forgive the relative lack of bells and whistles.

Besides, the most beautiful vision I’ve ever seen stands in the doorway right now, her red slip clinging to every curve as she hungrily traces my naked body with her eyes. I’ll admit that I flex a bit for her.

“You’re gorgeous,” I murmur as Violet climbs onto the bed, the hem riding high enough on her hip to show me that she’s not wearing any panties underneath. I don’t know what it is about my girl going commando, but knowing that she’s not wearing panties now, and in fact hasn’t worn any panties since we left for our honeymoon, certainly had me hard as a rock on the entire flight across the Pacific.

“You’re just saying that because you want to have sex with me,” Violet purrs, leaning down to dangle her dark hair around our faces and envelope us in a shadowy cave. “Admit it.”

I wrap my arms around her, flipping her over in the soft bed and making Violet squeal in surprise. “I’ll admit one thing. I love everything about you,” I growl before showering her neck with kisses. “I especially love the way your pussy feels when you cream all over my cock.” I thrust against her, sliding along her slippery seam but not entering her yet, teasing us both with what we want.

Violet purrs underneath me, our hands touching and exploring each other as we celebrate our marriage. It’s been a long, twisty road, and in the future, I’m not looking forward to Aunt Abi and Aunt Courtney explaining to our children just how we got together.

But that’s for later. Much later.

Right now, I’m thankful to be feasting on Violet’s voluptuous, luxurious body. Soft swells of breasts capped with delicious nipples pebble at my touch as I slip the straps off her shoulders, exposing her skin to my lips and tongue.

As I taste her, Violet arches her back, her hands running through my hair. Her core presses against my rock-hard cock, precum oozing from its tip. I ride her, my cockhead dancing over her clit as I suck and nibble her breasts, moaning as she slips from side to side, encouraging me.

Violet moans as my hips speed up. Reluctantly, I pull back, trembling as I kiss down her stomach to the softness of her pussy. I dip my tongue deep inside her cleft, scooping her honey out into my hungry mouth, so sweet and tangy all at once.

I look up while lapping at her, my cock leaking between my legs at the sight of Violet watching me, squeezing and massaging her breasts and pinching her nipples. She lifts her hips, offering herself fully to me and letting my hands have access to her ass. We’ve both explored and discovered so much about each other over the past two months, and as my tongue flicks over her clit, I use my little finger to circle her asshole, the two combining to drive her wild.