Page 71 of One Night Bride
“I now pronounce you husband and wife,” Pastor Murphy declared. “You can kiss your wife.” He slapped Remington on the back.
My husband didn’t wait a second, his hand coming up to cup my face and the other dipping low enough on my back to make my dad see red. And then his lips were on mine and all thoughts of anything else flew away, leaving only Remington and me. He pulled away too soon, coming back again for another quick kiss, and finished by resting his forehead against mine, staring right into my eyes.
“I love you, ’Me,” he said for my ears only.
“And I love you, Remy.”
A couple wolf whistles from my bridesmaids—thanks to Vee and Amelia—broke us out of our own bubble. Remington grabbed my hand, Izzy handed me the bouquet, and we danced back down the aisle to I Want Crazy by Hunter Hayes.
Ignoring the rest of the wedding party following us down the aisle, Remington pulled me to the side of the house, right below the window to my upstairs bedroom, the same one I’d climbed out of several times in my teen years. He pushed me against the wall and claimed my mouth like his eyes had told me he wanted to during the ceremony, tongues dueling when we couldn’t get enough of each other.
“You’re single, I’m single,” I heard Vee say over the last chorus of the song.
“Mm, mhm,” I said against Remington’s mouth.
He pulled away reluctantly, his forehead pressed to mine again as he tried to pull himself together. I leaned around him to see Vee with her hands on Ruger’s chest, looking up at him with puppy dog eyes. Ruger tugged on the collar of his shirt, looking around frantically.
“My sister is flirting with your brother,” I whispered to Remington.
“He can handle it,” he said back through clenched teeth.
I shook my head. “No, I don’t think so. This is Vee we’re talking about.”
“Honeypoo, it’s our wedding day. I say we do whatever the hell we want and let all the adults sort out their own shit.”
I stroked my palm across his cheek, sucking in a quick breath of air when he pressed his very impressive erection against my stomach. “I like that idea, but we may regret that decision later. This is Hell after all. A lot of shit can go down in a day.”
Remington didn’t seem to care, though. He bent down, picked me up, and threw me over his shoulder, hauling me through the house and up to my bedroom. It was like he didn’t even hear the whoops of laughter or feel the stares from everyone watching us go.
“Remy! They think we’re going up to my room to…you know!” I beat my fists against his very lovely ass.
He set me down on the bed and pinned me in with his thick arms, his blue eyes dangerously hot. “And they’d be fucking right.”
Being a bride for one night wasn’t enough for me. Not with Remington and those blue eyes that stole my breath. I’d get married every single day if it ended with Remington’s hands all over me. We were a little late for all the family photos, but I had a pretty blush on my cheeks that didn’t come from makeup.
Epilogue
Esme
“I can’t believe you actually went through with it,” Izzy chimed in, sipping from a glass of champagne and eyeing the bride from afar.
I twirled the heavy wedding rings around my finger, something I’d been doing subconsciously since Remington and I had our “real” wedding two weeks ago. Despite not inviting Ashley to our wedding, she still wanted me in hers. I’d been the best damn bridesmaid, all the while finding ways to blind her with my diamond. Or bring up Remington in conversation. Or talk about our two houses. The girl was lucky I didn’t pull her hair or accidentally spill something on her wedding dress for posting our pictures on the internet and trying to ruin my life.
“Revenge is a dish better served cold,” Amelia responded with an evil grin even as she bounced up and down to keep Lily happy on her shoulder. Motherhood and hellion was an interesting mix on Amelia.
“What the hell does that even mean?” Vee cried out. “Just punch her in the face and be done with it.”
“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” Dad drawled, sipping his champagne and checking his watch. These high-end affairs weren’t his cup of tea, but if Mom went, he was going too.
Currently, I was plastered up against Remington’s side with his arm possessively around my waist as we waited for Ashley and her husband to move on to the cake-cutting portion of the reception. My whole family attended, since Ashley couldn’t pass up the opportunity to invite the whole town to see her on her big day.
“Please tell me you girls didn’t do something to ruin Ashley’s day. I may not care for her either, but you can’t mess with a woman on her wedding day. That would be too cruel.” Mom folded her arms across her bosom and eyed each of us in turn.
I sighed. “I didn’t do anything. I’m not that mean. I did, however, print out a picture of her from senior year before she got her nose job. And had those moles removed.”
Mom dropped her chin to her chest. “And what did you do with the picture?”
I shrugged. “Left it in her husband’s car where he’ll find it when he cleans it out after the honeymoon. A man has a right to know what his future children will be born with.”
