Page 9 of aBound Wedding
With a swift kiss, I’m out the door, leaving her there and heading down to my brother. Today Cooper’s getting hitched, and I can’t be more excited for him.
Knocking on his door, I wait. And wait. I knock again. “Fucking hell!” Coop yells from the other side of the door that he flings open. “What the fuck do you want?”
“Wedding. About an hour. Ring any bells.” I peer around him. “Hey, Bristyl. Thought you weren’t supposed to see each other or some shit.”
Bristyl chuckles, fully clothed and holding her flip flops in her hand. “Now I have to go do my hair again.”
She stands on her tiptoes, and my brother doesn’t hesitate to take her mouth. She pulls back, love shining in her eyes. “See you out there.”
“You bet your ass.” To make his point, he smacks her ass as she takes off down the hall.
“Already fuckin’ shit up I see,” I tease, walking into the room. It’s a suite with a full kitchen and living room. It’s nice, not that they’re in it other than fucking and sleeping.
“Shut it.” He smiles and moves over to the luggage. “I prefer doing shit my way, not by anyone else’s standards and expectations.” He smirks.
“Really gonna do this, huh?”
He pins me with a look. “If Carsyn was out there waiting for you, wouldn’t you be?”
It hits me then. I love her, yes. But it’s at that moment that I see it. The wedding. The future. The one that I’m going to give her no matter what.
“Yeah,” I don’t hesitate.
“Yeah,” he says, turning back to the bag.
“Now let’s get your ass married. Bout time someone bound you to them.”
Fuck yeah.
I definitely see this in my future.
10
Cooper
Fuck yes,I’m ready to do this. Been ready since I put the ring on her finger. Hell, before that. Walking out to the beach, the boats are lined up ready to take us out to Shell Island. That’s where the wedding will take place, and then we’ll come back here for the party.
Shell Island isn’t far from St. Pete beach, only a short boat ride, but it’s pretty secluded. Tourists only go there on tour rides, and I paid for the entire day so the boat drivers would still make the money and not bring people to the island.
My brothers greet me as I enter the boat and wait.
It’s only a few moments later that I see her. Bristyl. Beautiful in a short white strapless dress and a bunch of lilies in her hand. Her hair is beautiful, but truth be told, I like her just fucked hair better.
My world focuses just on this moment. This woman walking toward me. The love that shines in her eyes and I’m sure is reflected on my own.
I hop down from the boat, moving directly to my woman. Her smile is wide and not one ounce of fear in her. Fucking love that she’s giving me that. Complete and utter trust for the rest of our days.
“You’re beautiful.”
“You’re hot,” she says, rolling up on her toes and pressing her lips to mine.
Noise happens in the background, but I tune it out. That is until a hand clamps on my shoulder, pissing me off. When I look up it’s my father, who’s smiling wide. “Son, you’re supposed to do that after the ‘I do’s.’
“Right.” Not giving a shit, I take Bristyl’s mouth again, breaking a while later.
“Marry me,” she whispers. I will deny her nothing.
“Forever.”
