Hopelessly Devoted(8)

Paul kept a tight hold of my hand as we made our way down the never-ending aisle, his thumb brushing over the pulse point in my wrist doing its bit to remind me to breathe, and I timed my breaths with the feel of his warm skin rubbing against mine.

I tried not to meet anybody’s eyes as we walked, but it was hard not to. Beaming faces turned to us, smiles as big as their wallets. The naked thing wasn’t working, and I feared I was cringing with every step, especially when I imagined Paul’s elderly aunt in the buff. Ick.

Before I knew it, we arrived at the front of the hall, and I found I didn’t need to imagine everyone naked as our backs were to the crowd for most of the proceedings.

We said our vows in front of the celebrant and the entire time I could hear sniffling behind us. I predicted it was either my new mother-in-law or Sophia, but I tuned them, and the rest of the crowd, out. It was easy to do when Paul stood in front of me, gazing into my eyes. His were clouded with emotion as he said his vows to me. We stayed with the traditional wording, with the exception of leaving out the “promise to obey”. Paul grumbled something about it being useless because I never did what he told me.

The ceremony was simple and understated. Paul wanted to keep it short so it wouldn’t fray my nerves too much, but I didn’t remember a lot of it anyway. Once our gazes met, and Paul promised to love me forever, that was all I could think about, everything else was just details.

After the nuptials were over, we gathered in the gardens of the manor for photographs and to greet our guests. It was a bit of a whirlwind, being dragged here and there to meet people I would never remember later and for the official photographs for the tabloids. I thought I saw my mother standing near the corner of the manor, but when I looked again, she wasn’t there. Paul stayed with me the entire time, never letting go of my hand and kissing me stupid whenever we had a second to ourselves, which wasn’t often.

It was so hectic I forgot to stop breathing.

The crowd dispersed after a short while, and I presumed they’d started to make their way back to the city for the reception at the Plaza. Paul said goodbye to his parents, then grabbed my hand, dragging me along behind him.

“Come on. It’s our time now.”

I was confused. “Didn’t we just have our time? It was our wedding, after all.”

“Nope, that was for them. This is for us.” Paul stopped in the car park at the front of the building and all I could see was....

“That’s a 1948 Ford Deluxe.”

“How do you know?” Paul seemed a little surprised that I would know exactly what type of car it was. Did my new husband not know me at all?

“It’s Greased Lightning,” I whispered in awe as I moved toward the car. It looked like it had just come off the set of the Grease movie, complete with silver and red flames running over the pristine white paint. I skimmed my fingers over the metal of the hood. “This is the same car Danny drove in the race. He took Sandy to the drive-in and gave her his ring.” I grinned, and I swear my face split in two. My cheeks ached.

“I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you know the model.” Paul chuckled, wrapping his arms around me from behind. He turned me, making me focus my attention on him instead of on the incredible machine, and pushed me against it so my ass hit the metal. “It’s all ours until tomorrow when we fly out for our honeymoon, Mr. Jennings-Connor,” Paul said as he licked a stripe up the side of my throat to end at my ear.

“Mmm, don’t we have to... be somewhere?” Paul’s tongue was doing a number on my brain, so much so that I almost forgot we had to get back to the city to attend our reception. It wouldn’t be the same if the grooms didn’t show.

“Hmm, you’re right. But we have a little time yet, and it wouldn’t be right if I didn’t show you something first. Come on, get in.”

The something Paul wanted to show me was how quickly he could make me come by f*cking me over the hood while parked at a private and secluded beach not far from the manor. Turns out, pretty damn fast. Just the idea of sitting in the car had me hard, but when Paul bent me over and pressed my cheek into the cool metal of the hood, at the same time working his cock inside me, he had me coming in seconds and him filling my ass a moment later. His large body covered mine as we caught our breath. Paul ran his hands down my sides, as we silently looked over the glistening water before us, his cheek pressed to mine.

“I love you, my husband,” Paul whispered, without moving his face from where it rested on mine. “After the reception, I promise to make love to you slowly. It will be neither hard nor fast, and I will worship your body till you are boneless in my arms, resting like a prince.” He kissed my cheek before snuggling against me again.

“You know I don’t mind hard and fast. That, just now, was pretty damn fine, but I’ll be willing to forego the reception so you can keep your promise.”

“Nice try, babe.”

“Thanks. It was worth a shot.”

We stayed glued together for some time, happy to watch the play of lights over the water before us and were even content with the awkward position, until the mess demanded to be cleaned.

Somebody had thought ahead and stashed a packet of wet wipes in the glove compartment, so I used them to clean the car, making sure she gleamed once again, before picking my pants up.

Paul laughed as he kissed my cheek. “Always putting somebody else first, babe. Even an inanimate object.”