Page 83 of Give Me Forever Love

Yeah, I’ve sat down and talked with him over dinner with K and Mary. Today, he wears a black suit and a white tie, but at dinner he wore jeans and a button-up shirt. He’s just your average man who has faith that we can be more than our past.

Mary has learned a lot from him, and I think he’s a good influence on her.

I stand up and Jace and I take our spots. Moments later, a soft piano tune starts up and Claire comes down the aisle with fall-colored flowers in her hand. She smiles at Austin as she passes him and frowns at me as she nears. She’s hilarious. I know she couldn’t harm a fly, and I really do like her.

Before I can blink, Elvis’ “Can’t Help Falling in Love” begins to play, and how fitting it is for K and me.

Neither of us could help the snowball effect we had on each other. I wasn’t very kind to her when we first met. Okay, that’s putting it mildly. I was an asshole. I didn’t want to like her. I was like a child refusing to go to bed, even though they know they’re exhausted. I was fighting it, but she didn’t back down.

And then we agreed to be friends.

Who were we fooling?

I think about the time I took her to the drive-in and how angry I got at that punk… what’s his name?

The door opens and out step K and her dad.

My thoughts vanish, my mouth turns dry, and I can’t take my eyes off of her.

Holy shit.

She looks like an angel, like a beautiful being not from this corrupt world, here to take me away so we can live happily ever after.

I nod my approval as her eyes find mine. Nerves vanish, but a hint of worry stays.

Will I make her happy?

Will I be the man she deserves?

God, I hope so.

I’ll spend every waking moment trying, because I adore her. Not just because she’s absolutely stunning, but because she’s beautiful on the inside and that’s a rarity.

I’m in a trance. The preacher says something, and Mills says something, but I don’t stop looking at K. I want to grab her hand and run out in the field and lie beside her as the sun sets above us and the stairs become our blanket.

But after she’s officially mine.

So, let’s do this.

We make promises that many have made before us, because neither of us is good with words and feelings. We smile at each other and hold hands, one squeezing and then the other.

And then the rings go on, and just like that, we’re husband and wife.

I grab her face and kiss her with everything in me as the guests cheer. And then I take her hand and rush us down the aisle, past the crowd, and into the house. We climb the stairs and I hurry us into my old bedroom, shutting the door behind us.

K laughs. “Bryce, what are you doing?”

“Whatever I want. You’re my wife, and right now what I want is to properly kiss you.” I push her against the door and press my lips and body to hers. Her hands go to my hair as she kisses me back. Her leg lifts and wraps around my thigh as she grinds against my cock.

“This is never going to get old,” I tell her. “You may grow tired of me, but I will never grow tired of you.”

She sighs into my mouth. “You say that now.”

“I say that forever,” I promise. I bite her lip and press into her harder.

“Can you be quick?” she asks. “We have guests and we need to take some photos.”

“Don’t be funny, K. I won’t last a minute with you looking like this.”

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