Page 136 of From Us, Forever

My blush deepened; I didn’t think I was ever going to get used to him calling me that. And he said it in every sentence.

“I love you, husband,” I muttered, stealing a kiss that only made him grin wider.

God, his boyish charm played a tug-of-war inside me, like a flutter vortexing my heart at one end and heat spiraling between my thighs at the other.

It’d been hours since we married, but I still couldn’t get over it.

The ceremony was beautiful. Only moments passed as we both stood lost in each other’s eyes, and it was already time to say “I do”and “kiss the bride.”

“Fuck, I love when you call me that,” Jay groaned, burying his face in my neck. “I don’t think I can last another second here.”

“Jay. We can’t just leave in the middle of our wedding reception,” I chided as my eyes scanned the people here for us.

Jay invited everyone close to us. I was so grateful I didn’t have to lift a finger to figure out the guest list.

Bekah and Will were here, and so were Liam and little Marie, with whom I’d grown closer over these past few months. She was currently deep in conversation with Macy, Tyler’s niece, who was also my friend. I couldn’t believe kindergarten kids were now my friends, but it gave me an excuse to watch endless Disney movies and eat sugar all day, so I wasn’t complaining.

The Flemmings were here, and I’d also connected with them a lot. Louisa felt so guilty about what happened during the night of the incident, and we soon bonded. Her captivating charm and her juicy Hollywood gossip roped me in quickly.

Jay’s parents and a few of his close friends from the industry were also here. Julian couldn’t make it but instead sent us a flower arrangement so big that two people had to carry it in.

I felt so loved and cherished the entire night that this was the first party in my life that I felt truly comfortable.

And it was so beautiful amid the twinkling lights, the lull of the quiet lake, and the summery flowers. It almost felt like a fairy tale.

It took a couple more hours for the reception to wind down, and most of the crowd retired for the night, except for a few who lingered in the bar area and our friends at our table.

“I think we should call it a night,” I yawned, the high of the day finally crashed on me.

“Fuck yes.” Jay jumped to his feet, and before I could blink an eye, I was swooped into his arms.

“Jay?” I asked wide-eyed as he fast-walked out of the tent while all our friends cheered loudly and heat bloomed through my skin.

“Happy wedding night,” Mikey shouted, grinning.

The rest of them hollered while they all watched us with a knowing smile on their faces.

“That was embarrassing,” I mumbled, looping my arms around his neck as I leaned into him. His delicious scent swathed my senses as he carried me toward the main cabin in the quiet of the night.

“What’s there to be embarrassed about?” Jay raised a brow. “I think I have every right to carry my wife to bed.”

I shook my head, kissing his cheek. “I love it when you call me wife, husband.”

“Then I shall call you that for the rest of your life, wife.” He hurried his steps. “I can’t wait to get you out of that dress. It’s been cockblocking me since this morning.”

I giggled as he ran up the cabin porch and dashed upstairs.

The playfulness in our energy dropped the moment we burst inside the room.

His eyes darkened, and my heart quivered.

I swallowed as he gently sat me down on the edge of the bed, and a low tremble ran through my spine.

“You. Are. So. Beautiful,” he said, pressing soft kisses all over my body between each word.

The warmth of his lips caressed the depths of my soul.

He took his time to slowly remove each article of my clothing, slowly unlacing my dress to carefully rolling down my garters at a deliberate pace. All with a ton of kisses and words of love until I wore nothing but my skin. And it took me right back to the moment when he first made love to me right at this place.

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