Page 33 of Soul

The priest clears his throat and Chase smiles against my lips. “I think that’s our cue.”

“It is indeed.”

When we turn, I notice the flashes. Someone taking our pictures. “Has he been taking them the entire time?” I ask while Chase leads me down the aisle toward the light showing through the church doors.

“Yep. And now he’s going to take some of us by the lake. Would you like that?”

I smile huge and squeeze his fingers. “More than anything.”

“Well come on, wife, up you go!” He hooks an arm around my hips and lifts me into his arms in a princess hold. I tip my head back and laugh as he carries me out of the church and down the steps to the lake. The camera is clicking like mad and I don’t care.

Once we’re outside I scream out, “I’m Mrs. Davis!”

“Damn right you are!” Chase bellows.

He sets me down when we reach the edge of the lake. There he holds me by the hips, in return I place my hands on his shoulders. It looks almost like we’re dancing. The camera clicks away, but I don’t care. There won’t be any boring placements, no stand here, or there, just Chase and me.

“Was it enough today? Would you like another ceremony when we get home, one where we can invite the world and your friends?”

I shake my head. “No. This, us being here, is more than enough. You, Chase, you will always be everything I need.”

He looks down at his ring and lifts it. The infinity symbols are a delicate yellow gold and intermingled with the platinum gold of the ring. “Infinity?”

I nod. “Look inside.”

“Body. Mind. Soul,” he reads.

“Look at yours.” I lift up my ring and pull it off then read the inscription. “All that I am is yours.” I smile wide, put my ring back on and jump into his arms. He kisses me then spins me around, then dips me down where he kisses me again.

When we come up for air this time, which is a lot longer time than during our ceremony, Chase tugs on my hand. “Let’s take a couple photos in front of the church and then head home. I have a dinner for two overlooking the ocean, music, and champagne prepared.”

“That sounds heavenly.”

We take a few more photos, thank the priest, and thank Mrs. McMann for the dress, and Chase pays the photographer. He hands the man a rather large handful of one hundred dollars bills. “I’d like to buy the camera along with the photos. We’ll have them developed in the States. Will ten thousand euros do it?”

The priest’s eyes widen and so do the photographer’s. The man nods unable to speak. In a tiny town like Macroom, ten thousand euros for a camera is a lot of money.

Chase hands the camera to Jack who places it the front of the limo before opening our door.

“Overspender,” I chastise and shake my head while entering the limo.

Chase slides in next to me. “No wife, I’m just making sure that these pictures don’t end up in the hands of the paparazzi. Here in Ireland they don’t know who I am, but all they have to do is look up my name and we’ve got company. Plus, these pictures would be worth a lot of money and they are not for anyone’s eyes but our own. We’ll share them with the people we care about, not the paparazzo.”

I tap on his temple. “Always thinking.”

He grins and lifts me onto his lap. “I’m thinking about how insanely beautiful my wife is right now. I’m thinking about how I’d like to slowly remove this dress and get to her body underneath. I’m thinking about how many times I’m going to make her come.”

“Really? Sounds delightful,” I say nuzzling his neck then biting down on the tendon there. He growls and squeezes my breast through the lace of my gown. Wetness pools between my thighs. “How many times?” I ask.

“So many baby. I’m going to make you come so hard and so long you’re going to beg for me to stop. But I won’t. Because it’s now my job to know what you need. To make my wife sing with pleasure. I plan to fuck you until you pass out.”

“How romantic,” I snicker against his jaw, dragging my mouth along the smooth surface.

“You bring out the romantic in me,” he jokes and I pull back laughing.

“No really, though, I just want to make love to my wife all night long.”

“Well your wife thinks that’s an excellent plan.”

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