Page 31 of Tormenting Me

“I never thought I’d see you this happy.” His hand wraps around my forearm and spins me to face him. “He makes you happy, right La La?”

I don’t even have to think before saying, “More than you’ll ever know.” He nods, seeming to accept my answer. My palms are clammy and I can’t believe I’m doing this. Am I really getting married? That sentence repeats in my mind.

“Ready?” Atlas asks, holding out his elbow to me. I’ve never felt more ready in my entire life. I grab onto his elbow and we set off to the little room where they hold the civil ceremonies.

Atlas peeks in the doorway and let out a long whistles. “La La…Holy shit-balls. That man cleans up so well.” Now I am eager to see him.

We both nod to each other and Atlas leads me into the room. For a moment in time, I stop breathing. When our eyes connect, I can see his words stop. Time stops. Wes stands next to the judge, his black suit and a crisp emerald green shirt that highlights his eyes. He has somehow managed to tame his curly hair enough to where it’s combed neatly. He looks like every dark fantasy I’ve ever had and I’m almost positive he has stopped breathing right along with me.

Atlas gives him my hand and then moves to stand next to me. Wes takes my hand, and the judge goes through the motions of the civil ceremony, which means nothing more than a legal piece of paper to the two of us. We gave ourselves to each other with our vows in our home. There was only one thing we wanted to add to the civil ceremony, and the judge graciously allowed it. After he finishes, he gives us a nod that it’s time.

We face each other, hand in hand, and we recite together. “Ye are Blood of my Blood, and Bone of my Bone. I give ye my Body, that we Two might be One. I give ye my Spirit, ’til our Life shall be Done.” We lean in and have our first kiss as a man and wife. Tears run down my face, and even Wes has some in the corners of his eyes.

Atlas is bawling his eyes out next to us. We turn to look at him and he scowls at us. “What bitches, you’ve never seen someone cry at their best friend’s wedding before?” The room erupts with laughter and I wrap my arms around Atlas and squeeze.

Wes extends his hand to the judge and introduces us. “Layne, this is my uncle. Judge Robert Larimore.”

My eyes widen at the mention of this man being his uncle. I take his hand and he places a kiss on the top. “Lovely to meet ya.” He turns back to Wes. “Ya let your parents know, didn’t ya, boy?” His Scottish accent is thick, and it makes me wonder if Wes’s parents have thick accents too. Wes doesn’t have one at all, but he also came here when he was only two.

He nods his head, “They’re meeting us for the little get-together afterward. It was hard getting them a flight on such short notice. You should come by too with Maura and the girls”

Okay, when the fuck did he have time to arrange all of this? It had to have been last night while I was sleeping off the food coma and sex.

Atlas hugs me again and tells me he will see us at Roman’s. He needs to prepare for everyone’s arrival. There won’t be many people, some coworkers, and concert-goer friends, even Sky will be there. Now I guess Wes’s parents and uncle and his family will be there. Talk about nerve-wracking. I’m not great with socializing, so this is going to be rough.

Wes takes my hand in his and leads me out to the hallway.

“Are we picking up your parents?” I ask as we walk quickly.

He guides me down a dark corridor and pins me against the wall. Before I can even get a word out, his mouth is on mine with such ferocity that I thought he was trying to swallow me whole. “You are so fucking beautiful, Ma Petite Mort. You’re all mine now, Layne. Forever.”

“You’re mine now, too. Don’t forget it.” My teeth sink into his bottom lip, drawing blood. His blood drips down his chin and I swear this man couldn’t look hotter. Wes groans as he glides his tongue through the blood on his lip.

“I can’t wait to take you home, rip this dress off of you, tie you up, and fuck my wife.“ Heat pools between my thighs, tempting me to tell him to just skip the get-together.

“Let’s go. Don’t want to keep everyone waiting.” Breathless and now sexually frustrated, I grab his hand and lead him toward the doors.

I asked Wes if he could take us by the loft so I could change into a more comfortable black dress. He hesitates because he says he wants to rip it off of me.

“Please keep it on, baby.” He begs.

How do I say no to that?

You don’t.

I reluctantly agree, knowing the sex will be well worth it. Cars line the street in front of the building when we finally pull up to the pizza shop. Wes backs into the alley.

A car arrives moments after we do, and a man who resembles Wes jumps out and hurries to the other side. He helps a beautiful redheaded woman out of the car. Wes sees where my attention is, a smile breaks across his face. “That’s my Ma and Da. Come on, let’s introduce you. They are dying to meet the woman who has gotten their son to settle down.” After helping me out of the car, we head over to them.

“Da!” Wes shouts as he throws his arms around the man. Nearly knocking him to the ground, Wes’s dad embraces him. His mother laughs at the two of them. Wes turns his attention to her, wrapping his arms around her and lifting her in the air. “Ma, I’ve missed you.” He sets her down and his mother pulls him back to stare at his face.

“Well, obviously not too much. You’ve been a rather busy boy.” She turns to face me. I extend my hand out to her.

“Hello, Mrs. Larimore. I’m Layne.” She swats my hand away and pulls me into her arms, along with her son.

“I’m Ma now, thank you very much. We know all about you, love. Wes never stop talking about you.” I shift my eyes to my husband. He must have been talking about me to his parents while he was stalking me. He gives me his sweetest shit-eating grin, knowing full well I’ll bring this up later.

Wes’s father ushers us closer to the door. “Well, let’s get this show on the road. I’m sure everyone is starving. Sorry we missed the ceremony but the damn flight got stuck on the tarmac. Then they couldn’t find our bags. A fucking nightmare.”

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