Page 84 of Magnetic God

Soft music plays as Dad leads me down the aisle. Each step reminds me that this is what I want. I want Brooks and I want to marry him. I finally reach him. Dad kisses my cheek before handing me off to Brooks.

“You look beautiful, Angel.”

I smile up at him. “You look good, too, Kitten.”

His lips twitch as he takes my hand. We face the pastor, who clears his throat. I’ve been to at least a hundred weddings in my career. I can recite what is said almost word for word. Today is different because the words are being said to me and Brooks. Happy tears fill my eyes as the pastor conducts the ceremony. Before I know it, we’ve said ‘I do’, and the pastor says Brooks may kiss his bride.

Brooks smiles down at me. “I’ve waited a lifetime for this.”

“Me, too.”

His head lowers and I tilt mine as our lips meet. The kiss is sweet and full of promises.

Brooks gives me another peck before whispering in my ear, “I just met your Dad. I don’t want to shock him by tonguing you down in front of him, even though that’s what I want to do.”

I snort, slapping at his chest. “I’m sure he appreciates it, though I’d prefer being tongued down by you.”

“Later, Angel. First, let’s celebrate with our friends.”

We turn to face everyone at the same time, and they cheer for us. My face hurts from smiling so much.

Renee calls out, “Okay, everyone. The reception is in the gardens. Let’s give the couple a moment to themselves.”

She ushers everyone out of the chapel, leaving me and Brooks alone.

“I like that woman more and more,” he says, and he pulls me into his embrace. He smiles down at me. “Hello, wife.”

My heart flutters.

“Hello, husband.”

His eyes close. “Fuck. Say it again.”

“Hello.”

His eyes open, narrowing. “You’re going to be a handful, aren’t you?”

I blink innocently. “Why, I don’t know what you mean, husband.”

He snorts, pulling me even closer. “I love you, Angel.”

“I love you, too.”

His mouth covers mine in the kiss that I was craving before. It, too, holds promises, but these are carnal and full of sin. I kiss him back until we’re both moaning.

“Fuck,” he says as he pulls away. “We need to stop or I’m going to bend you over one of these pews and consummate our marriage with our guests a few feet away.”

Heat courses through me. “I’m not stopping you, Daddy.”

“Vixen. But I want our first time as man and wife to be in a bed where I can worship you for hours.”

“Hours? Well, who can argue with that? Certainly not me.”

“Let’s celebrate, Angel. Because I have big plans for you tonight.”

He takes my hand, leading me outside to the reception. For the next few hours, we spend time with those who are important to us, laughing and having a good time. Not once do I worry about what’s going to happen when the Brotherhood finds out about our marriage. After tearful goodbyes, Brooks and I make our way to the airport, where his private jet is waiting for us.

He pulls me onto his lap. “Ready for our honeymoon, Angel?”

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