Page 68 of Trouble in Love
I dropped my fork, the clang it made striking the gilded gold edge of my plate was enough to stir Luca, but not wake him. “Of course it should.” I replied in a whisper, just in case. “I just don’t know how,orwhen it should. When he found out his ex was pregnant, it really hurt him. I think that was more about her having a baby with someone else more than the actual baby, but still.”
“But still?” It was a question, one Teddy waited for a reply too. When all I did was lick the last drop of coriander bliss from my lips, he continued. “I’d hate to repeat myself, but again, that might be something you want to discussbeforeElvis thrusts a ring on your face.”
“Yes.” I admitted, “But I really care about him, Teddy. What if he doesn’t want me anymore?” When my tears began to bubble,Ted slipped from his seat and swaddled me into the sweetest, most uncomfortable, high-altitude hug I’d ever felt.
“My sweet darling,” he pouted, “Luca’s keener on you than Kylie Jenner is on lip fillers. I don’t think that’s going to happen. But if it makes you feel any better, I can tell you that Asher and I faced the same issue. I can’t have kids either, you see.”
Still crying, I released a loud, snorting laugh that produced an embarrassingly large snot bubble. “You dick.”
Ted gasped, dramatically throwing his hand over his eyes and flailing back against the cushioned headrest. “How can you be so cruel? That’s the problem, I have a dick.”
Luca
In a little white chapel just off the Vegas strip, I said the words I’d wanted to say my whole life. In truth, I may have yelled at them at the top of my lungs while bouncing like a hyped-up toddler.
“Yes!” A laugh bubbled up from deep in my chest as I slipped the plain gold band—which I was absolutely upgrading as soon as Polly would let me—over Polly’s finger. “Yes, I do. Sorry if that was loud. I’m just really happy.” Horny too, but I left that part out.
The celebrant smiled and turned to face Polly. “And do you, Polly, take Luca to be your husband, and solemnly pledge your loyalty and love, through all the days of your life?”
Like an idiot I shoved my hand into her face, wriggled my ring finger and smiled. Polly laughed, but paused, leaning in and pressing her pretty pink lips to my cheek. For a split second, my mind flashed back to Clara, and the shitty, I’m sorry, she whispered against my cheek before she ran. But with onesultry, breathy, “I absolutely do.” That image was permanently banished to the darkest corner of my mind.
“Fuck, I’m going to make you so happy, Princess—Oh,” I paused and nodded to the priest, reverend, celebrant guy. “Sorry for swearing, your holiness.”
“I’m not a priest and you may kiss your bride … Oh! You already are.” Polly, my wife, was in my arms, her lips were against mine, her ass cheeks squished between my fingers. Every kiss with Polly was better than the last, but this was the best and still it wasn’t enough. I could’ve had this woman ten times a day, twenty on Sundays, and it would never have been enough. Something in the way she sunk her nails into my ass, pulled me closer, licked and bit the shell of my ear told me she felt the same. “Let’s go back to our room. I need to consummate the fuck out of my wife.”
“As much as I want that, there’s something I want more first.”
“It’s yours, Princess,” I huffed, picking her up, tossing her over my shoulder, and spanking her jiggling ass as I lumbered down the aisle. “Flying monkey. Dodo egg. Fresh dinosaur shit. Whatever it is just tell me and it’s yours. Just do it quickly.”
There I was. A six foot four, hulking hockey star desperate to impress the new bride he had perched on his lap, while absolutely shitting myself. “Look. A lot of words were spoken. A lot of promises made.”
“Dinosaurs, Luca. You promised me dinosaur shit.”
“Yes, and I would gladly get to work on Jurassic Park-ing that into reality for you right now, if you don’t make me do this.”
Polly chewed her lips to stifle her laugh. “Is it too feminine for my big strong boy? We can change the design if you like.”
“No, no, no. I love the design, and as you can tell by the pitch of my squeals, I’m not afraid of appearing feminine, It’s just …”
Polly’s glorious ass shifted against my cock, reminding me yet again I was in a tattoo Parlor on Sunset strip and not eight inches deep inside her. “The pain?” She giggled.
“Yes. Yes, it’s the pain. It’s absolutely the pain.”
Giggles turned to glorious guffaws that had me laughing through the fear. “Luca, you get whacked in the face with a hockey stick for fun. How can this be worse?”
“Not quite sure, but it is.”
Dylan, the man waiting to jab me and definitely judging me, cleared his throat. “Guys. I have three people waiting. Are we doing this?” The freshly inked cowboy on the soft flesh of Polly’s wrist was suddenly all I could see.Hockey boys don’t cry … Hockey men do.
“We’re doing it … but I just need to use the bathroom.”
“Again?” echoed around me as I gently lifted Pol from my lap.
“Yep. But the last time I was just stalling. This time I really need it.” I didn’t. But they didn’t need to know that. Although they probably did.
Four more piss weak excuses, and a humiliating round of begging later, the horror of a thousand tiny needles jabbing into my skin at once was about to begin when, “ahem. I’m terribly sorry to interrupt, but—”
“But still, there you are doing it.” Polly crossed her arms, glaring at Chris Night, my manager and knight in shining armor, who was standing a few feet away. Like Polly, he wore a deep frown, his arms were crossed over his chest, his foot tapping. I hadn’t seen the guy since I’d left the hospital broken and bruised. You’d have thought he may had at least tried to look happy to see me, but no.
