Fly With Me (Wild Aces #1)(79)
It was like breathing.
Our gazes locked as she started her walk down the aisle. Tears swam and then spilled down her cheeks.
The lump grew bigger.
I felt like an electric charge vibrated through my body, like I was a powder keg waiting to go off. It was a short walk to the altar, and still, I felt some irrational desire to close the distance between us, and take her hand in mine.
And then she was there, right in front of me, looking up at me with a blinding smile on her face.
Christ.
“I love you so much.”
I groaned the words out, past the lump, through the pounding in my chest.
Another tear slipped down her cheek, and I reached out, swiping it away, the pad of my thumb lingering on her skin.
I took her hand in mine, holding on to this moment, some part of me afraid that she’d slip through my fingers, that it wasn’t possible to be this happy.
“I love you, too.”
It escaped her mouth like a vow, one I clutched tightly to me.
The officiant cleared his throat and then he began the ceremony. My voice shook as I spoke the words that bound us together, a tremor running through my fingers as she slid my wedding band over my knuckle, as I did the same to her.
We stared into each other’s eyes the entire time, an entire conversation between us.
I’ll love you forever.
I’ll follow you anywhere.
I’ll spend my life trying to make you happy.
All I need is you.
Only you.
And then it was over, and Jordan threw her arms around me, a laugh escaping her lips, her mouth on mine, kissing the hell out of me.
I was hers and she was mine.
Forever.
JORDAN
We didn’t have three hundred guests, or spend ten thousand dollars on flowers, or dance our first dance in some fancy country club. It wasn’t the wedding I’d imagined when I was a little girl playing with my dolls. It, like my relationship with Noah, was a whirlwind.
Like so many monumental days, the reality of it was like a photograph with blurred edges. It would come back to me in pieces, flashes I would remember for the rest of my life.
Our first dance in front of the Bellagio fountains. Laughter. So much laughter. Kissing Noah on the Strip until onlookers started shouting things like, Get a room. Noah stripping my wedding dress from my body when we got back to our room and bringing me to orgasm after orgasm until we collapsed in bed, exhaustion overtaking us.
It was messy, and chaotic, and unexpectedly amazing.
It was perfect.
It was us.
Turn the page for a sneak peek at the next Wild Aces Romance book,
INTO THE BLUE,
coming from Berkley in July 2016.
BECCA
I walked into the bar, already feeling about ten years past my prime. Columbia was a college town, especially the closer you got to the University of South Carolina campus, and while Liberty Tap Room managed to straddle the line between students and young professionals fairly well, tonight the place was packed with fans celebrating the Gamecocks’ latest football win.
I pushed through the crowds wearing garnet and black, my gaze peeled for my friend Rachel’s distinctive red hair. I neared the bar, spotting a flash of red through the crowd. Rachel and her friend Julie sat on barstools, locked in conversation with three guys.
Whoa.
Two of the guys had their backs to me, but the view was pretty spectacular. They were both tall with impressive muscles that tapered down to lean waists. The third was something out of a magazine ad—tall, blond, tan, panty-dropping blue eyes, and a shit-eating grin with a body to match. He leaned into Rachel, whispering something in her ear, bracing his muscular forearms on the back of her chair.
In all the times we’d come to Liberty, we’d met some cute guys, had our fair share of successes, but this was something else entirely. This was like an alternate reality. This was karma making up for one failed engagement that resulted in my heart as emotional road kill and the series of less-than-spectacular relationships that followed.
Rachel spotted me, her lips transforming into a wide smile that gave me a pretty good indication of how the night was going.
I lived in my hometown of Bradbury, South Carolina, population twenty-five thousand, and while I loved it there, most of my friends had married long ago and started families. At thirty-one, I was one of the few singles left, so when I needed a night out, I made the hour-long trek to Columbia and Rachel. We’d met at a law school alumni mixer a few months ago, and she and her friends had adopted me into their group.
She waved me over, the guys turned, and my ovaries exploded a bit as three sexy smiles flashed back at me. Rachel closed the distance between us, leaving the hottie behind at the bar. She wrapped her arms around me in an enthusiastic hug that suggested I had some catching up to do.
“Ohmigod, Becca. You got here just in time. We hit the jackpot,” she hissed in my ear.
I grinned. “So I noticed. Which one isn’t taken?”
“The dark-haired one in the blue sweater.”
I pulled back slightly, studying the guy who was apparently “mine” for the night. Cute, and not in the same intimidating way the blond was cute. The dark-haired guy shot me another friendly smile and my heartbeat kicked up a notch.
Rachel led me over to the group, making the introductions, her voice nearly at a shout to be heard over the conversations around us and the pop music blaring from the speakers.