Page 166 of Harrison's Wedding

Heather groans, “Just go if you don’t have time for sex. Because comments like that…”

I laugh and kiss her before I head to our bedroom to get my packed suitcase. We’re staying at Galena for three days after the weekend before we’ll come back to Chicago for Heather to get some work done at Serenity before our honeymoon starts. I kiss Heather again before I leave, loving the look of the beautiful piece of jewelry she’s wearing, and knowing that she’s mine.

Michael drives me to Hayden’s and Gabriel’s to pick them up before he drives us to Galena. Sebastian’s been here all week with Ally helping with the setup for the wedding, but Ally traveled back to Chicago to spend tonight with Heather and Ariana.

After a long drive, we finally see the fancy gold script on the gates of Sebastian’s estate.

Maison De L'amour Et De La Musique

It feels good to be back here again. I have so many good memories from October when we recordedGames We Playhere. The album is sitting at the top of the charts, and we’ve gotten immensely positive feedback for it. Now, I’m going to marry my angel in this place full of love and music. It couldn’t be more perfect, and I’m so grateful to Sebastian for offering it up for our use.

“Who wants to get drunk?” Sebastian greets us when we enter the house.

“Precisely no one,” Hayden tells him.

“I’m getting married tomorrow. I’d rather not be hungover when I do.”

“Fine, party poopers. Gabriel?”

“Why don’t we go to the studio, instead? It feels like ages since we’ve played music.”

We follow his suggestion and head to the studio, spending the evening playing songs we wrote, songs we like, and even a couple that we hate for laughs. It’s a lot of fun, and we get to bed just before midnight when I insist on it.

I wake up on my wedding day full of nerves and excitement. Heather sends me a selfie of her in bed. She’s obviously naked, but still wearing her necklace, and the picture cuts off just at the swell of her breasts.

Bet you wish you were here. See you soon, future husband.

I laugh and take a picture of myself from the waist down. You can see my abs in the picture, with the bed sheet low on my hips, and my stiff morning erection tenting them above me. I send it to Heather with a grin on my face.

Bet you wish you were here. See you soon, future wife.

It’s only a second before a reply comes through.

Ah shit. I’ve been caught on my phone. They’re taking it away, but you should know before they do that I’m imagining my mouth around your cock right now.

I laugh, but don’t reply because if Heather’s phone is being taken away, she probably doesn’t want her friends reading all about how I wish I was buried inside her right this second.

I consider masturbating but decide against it. I’d rather wait until I can get sexual pleasure with Heather. We have our breakfast, and then it seems as though there’s one task after another to be done. Photographs are taken while we get ready.

When our guests begin arriving, a few of them grumble at me when they greet me. All of our guests, aside from the handful who were aware in advance that the wedding is being held out at Sebastian’s estate, were given the address of an upscale Chicago hotel as the venue. A lot of their guests booked into the hotel, and everybody was warned to plan for two nights in Chicago.

When our guests went to the hotel for our apparent eleven o’clock wedding, the staff directed them to limousines which took everyone to Galena. Each limousine was decked out with food and drinks for the trip to hopefully keep them happy on the way here.

Finally, I’m standing nervously in the gazebo by the lake. It’s been decorated with tulle and flowers in keeping with the pastel theme. Our guests are seated on white, wooden chairs either side of a long, red carpet leading down from the area where Heather will be arriving.

Gabriel, Hayden, and Sebastian are by my side and when we’re told that Heather’s limousine has just arrived. I take a deep breath and exhale it slowly.

“Whatever you do, don’t puke on her dress. Heather won’t like that at all,” Sebastian teases me.

“I’ll do my best,” I grimace, wishing there weren’t a thousand butterflies in my stomach.

Callum Archer appears and gives me a smile as he takes a seat next to his wife amongst our guests.

“Oh god, she’s here,” I whisper.

Ally has literally managed to get people from the Chicago Philharmonic Orchestra to perform and they’ve been playing soft classical music while we awaited Heather’s arrival. They receive some sort of cue, and they switch to a classical rendition of “Playing Me,” which is Heather’s favorite Cruise Control song after the one I wrote for her.

It’s only a moment after they start the song before we see Ally making her way down the red carpet. The dress Heather designed looks beautiful on her. It’s a pastel pink one-shoulder design, with the right shoulder exposed. There’s a split up the thigh on the left leg with the fabric ruched on the left-hand side of the waist.

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