Page 133 of Time to Bounce

“Then I pronounce you husband and wife,” Garrett pronounced. “You may kiss the bride.”

“What about him?” Athena stepped farther into me. “Are you not going to ask him?”

“Nah,” Garrett said. “We already know his answer.”

Damn right they did.

“No talking shop at my wedding,” Athena muttered as she came up to me and wrapped her arms around my middle.

“I’m not,” I lied.

We totally were.

The last two months had been spent trying to find the man who had put the hit out on my brother—the same man who had gotten me shot.

“Liar, liar, pants on fire,” she said as she moved so that her back was to my front.

I curled an arm around her chest, then smoothed a hand up her throat to cup her chin. Tilting her head up, I dropped a kiss down onto her upturned mouth.

When she didn’t pull away, but deepened the kiss, I felt the anticipation in my veins start to grow.

“On that note,” Garrett chuckled.

I heard him move away.

Didn’t care.

I kissed her until we were both too breathless to continue.

“How about a dark, shady corner, Mrs. Carter?” I teased.

Her eyes lit up as she said, “I have the perfect one.”

Since there were too many people here at the wedding to make my parents two guest bathrooms work, we’d had to rent porta-potties.

They were the nicest porta potties I’d ever seen.

In trailer form, they were huge, white, and pristine.

Hell, they were nicer than some of the bathrooms at the station, for Christ’s sake.

At first, I thought that was where she was leading me.

But instead, she took me to a tented area where the men had gotten dressed earlier.

Despite it being December, the weather was damn near perfect.

Hence us dressing outside, and the wedding itself happening in my parents’ backyard.

“Help me out of this dress,” she said as she pulled me into the tented area.

I did, getting her out of it in seconds.

Instead of tossing it to the ground like I wanted to, though, I put it on the hanger that my tux once resided on.

Once the dress was up, I turned back to my wife—my God, my fucking wife—and pulled her up into my arms.

She was wearing a strapless bra and thong panties.

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