Page 66 of Drunk on You

She finds her release first and takes me with her, and as I come inside her perfect cunt, I whisper, “I love you,” not expecting her to say anything back, but needing her to know how I feel.

But as we both take a moment to catch our breaths, my cock still inside her and her arms still wrapped around my neck, I’m shocked when she looks me in the eyes and says the words back. “I love you, Julian, and I’d be honored to be Mrs. Parker.”

And just like that, I fall for my wife even harder.

Anastasia

I’m Mrs. Anastasia Parker.

One minute, I was wrongly accusing Julian of cheating, and the next, we were saying, “I do,” in a quaint chapel just off the Strip, where we promised to love and honor each other for better or worse, until death do us part.

And then for the rest of the night, Julian and I made love to each other. I couldn’t even tell you how many times I orgasmed or when we fell asleep, but judging by the way we’re both naked, with Julian’s body wrapped around mine and the area between my legs still sticky, I’d guess we passed out from exhaustion.

Not wanting to wake him up, I carefully remove his arms and slide out of the bed so I can shower and get cleaned up. Hopefully, I don’t end up with an infection from falling asleep with his cum inside me. A glance at the clock tells me it’s only been a few hours, so I should be okay.

As I stand under the water, with my eyes closed, breathing in the hot air, my memory floods back to the event from yesterday. I was so hurt at the thought of Julian allowing another woman to touch him and at the possibility that he did more with her.

I’m new to this whole committed-relationship thing, but he didn’t get upset or annoyed. He didn’t judge me for not being good at any of this. He handled it so well, with patience and understanding. And it was what made me finally admit to myself that I’d fallen in love with him.

The way we’d started was a bit complicated, but being with him—loving him and being loved by him—is easy. He was right. I was trying to complicate shit because I was scared. But I’m ready to be with him for real.

My thoughts skip forward to returning home, and I try to imagine what it will be like, being married to Julian. He’ll definitely want me to move all of my stuff into his room. He already hates that I’ve left my clothes in his guest room despite sleeping in the same bed with him every night.

And we’ll both need wedding bands. The officiant offered to sell us rings, but Julian declined, telling me that he wants my wedding band to match the engagement ring. I’ll need to order him a wedding band once we’re home. The thought of him wearing a black zirconium or maybe a platinum ring on his fourth finger to indicate he’s taken is more of a turn-on than I thought it would be. But there’s just something about knowing he’s committed to me and only me. When everyone looks at his ring, they’ll know—oh shit! Everyone … including my dad!

When he finds out I ran to Vegas and got married, he’s going to flip his shit.

“What’s going through that beautiful head of yours, wife?” Julian asks, making me jump.

He steps into the shower and wraps his arms around me from behind, kissing my shoulder. “It looked like you were a thousand miles away.”

“I was just thinking about last night,” I tell him as my brain whirls with thoughts of having to tell my dad that I’m married.

He turns me around and glances down at me. “So, no regrets?”

When I hesitate, his brows furrow together. “Talk to me.”

“We skipped so many steps,” I say, “like dating, and went directly to living together. I don’t regret it because it’s our story, and not every story is the same …”

“But…” he prompts, worry etched on his features.

I try to figure out how to explain the thoughts that are going through my head, but no matter how I put it, it’s going to sound bad.

“Ana, talk to me.”

“First, we were fake engaged…and then we got fake married.”

Okay, that’s not how it was supposed to come out.

But before I can do damage control, Julian takes a step back. “What the fuck are you talking about, Red? Because when I said my vows, there was nothing fake about them.”

“That’s not what I meant.” I move toward him, hating the space between us. “It’s just that…I had been drinking and?—”

“So help me God,” Julian says, “if you tell me you were too drunk to remember marrying me…”

“No! No.” I shake my head. “It’s just that in my slightly inebriated state, I didn’t think about the fact that my dad wasn’t here to walk me down the aisle. He’s going to be so upset. Not only did he miss me getting married, but it looks bad…it looks reckless.”

“Don’t do that,” he demands. “Don’t take something that was meaningful and turn it into something dirty.”

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