Page 39 of Stealing His Cupcake
My husband.
Jesus effing Christ.
Chapter 28
Wyatt
Finally.
Amy is finally mine. Body and mind, physically and legally. All I need to do now is win over her heart, which might take years or not happen at all, but at least now I’m guaranteed to have all the time in the world with her, and she sees how serious I am about keeping her. Not wanting to spend a second longer in the town hall, I stride out quickly. Maybe a little too quickly, since Amy is forced to a near jog at my side. Forcing myself to slow down, I turn to watch her. My cupcake goddess. My wife.
The word ignites something in my chest, a fiery need to slam her against the nearest wall and claim her right here, right now. I resist. I promised her our first time will be in our house, in our bed, and I’m not going back on that promise. My precious wife deserves better than to be smooched in a broom closet or in a dark corner of an old town hall where we’re likely to be interrupted by the overly curious cleaner. We’re already going to be the talk of the town as it is.
Amy looks a little shell-shocked as she walks beside me, her hand cold in mine. That’s totally on me. I should have told her where we were going,what was going to happen. I was just having so much fun watching her all flustered, trying to figure everything out. She never did, and the look on her face when that idiot officiant started the marriage ceremony was priceless.
Yes, I was taking a risk. A huge risk, in fact. She could have given everything away with just a single word. I would have been forced to kill both Lockley and our witnesses, and I’d be in a lot of trouble covering things up because I made the appointment under my legal name, which I keep away from my business. Or at least I thought I did. With a frown, I remember Nolan, the stupid kid obsessed with me. He knew my real name. He’s not the only one, sure, but the rest know to keep their mouths shut or be silenced permanently.
Deciding not to worry about it, I open the door for Amy and we finally leave the building, the fresh night air washing over us. I take a big gulp, relieved to be out of the stifling environment inside the town hall. Air-conditioning apparently isn’t in the budget.
We walk to my car in silence, but when I reach to open the door for Amy, she puts her hand out to stop me. “Just give me a moment.Wyatt.” She hiccups, taking me aback by dissolving into uncontrollable laughter.
That’s…not what I expected. I thought she’d start crying, try to run, or fight me even, but laughing? Then again, she did it earlier today as well, laughing so hard she nearly toppled over. Perhaps it’s her reaction to stress.
“Wyatt,” she says my name again. I can’t say I hate it. “Oh my god.” More laughter. “Your name is Wyatt.”
That’s what she’s been laughing about. “Wait, you didn’t know that?” I smack my forehead. Of course she didn’t know that. Now I’m laughing as well, both because her laughter is highly contagious and because I see how absurd this situation is. She literally just found out her husband’s name during the wedding ceremony. I’ve had my tongue inside her pussy but never thought to introduce myself. Classy. Real classy. “I’m sorry, cupcake. It never even occurred to me.”
She waves her hand. “That’s fine. It’s not like we’ve known each other for long, right? Husband? Oh my god. We’re married. I’m married. This is a hallucination, right?”
“You can pinch me again if you think it will help,wife, but it won’t change a thing. This is real and we’re married. You’re mine, now and forever.”
“Oh god.” Trying to catch her breath, she leans against the hood of my car, occasional bursts of laughter still ringing over the empty parking lot. “This is so weird. Why would you marry me?” she asks, suddenly serious. “It makes no sense.”
Her eyes find mine, beseeching, begging for the truth, and I can’t help but give it to her. “Well, I originally planned to use it to control you,” I admit. “To tell you that now that we’re married, all of my crimes are yours as well, and if you go to the police, we’ll go to jail together.”
She frowns. “That’s not true. Or…is it?” She doesn’t sound entirely sure.
“No, it’s not. Just like me forcing you to clean that blood didn’t make you an accessory.”
“I knew it! I mean, I didn’tknow,but I thought it was weird. So…why? Because if you’re mistaking me for some rich heiress, I have some bad news for you. I have nothing. I’m nobody. It’s…” She trails off with a shake of her head. “Was it just to make it harder for me to run away? Because—”
“No!” Caging her against the car, I gently tilt her head upward, not letting her hide from me. “I couldn’t care less about money, Amy. All I care about is you. You are not nobody. You are the most beautiful woman on this planet, and I married you to make you mine.”
She sucks her plump lower lip between her teeth, making my cock twitch and swell in my pants. It’s nothing new. I’ve been at half mast for most of the day. “Y-you married me because…” Her eyes grow glassy with unshed tears, revealing such raw emotions my heart somersaults. “Because you like me? B-because you want me?”
“Yes, Amy. I like you. I want you. I’m fucking crazy about you. You’re it for me, cupcake. There will never be anyone else, just you.” I’ve told herseveral times already and I will continue doing so until she truly accepts it. And then some.
She blinks, her tears overflowing. I wipe them away with my thumbs, but they’re immediately replaced by more. “But I’m not—”
Having a good idea of what she’s about to say, I interrupt her. This is our moment and I don’t want it sullied by some bullshit that asshole Craig made her believe. “You’re perfect. I like you just the way you are. I will never force you to change a thing about you, except making you understand how beautiful you are. I married you because I couldn’t imagine living another moment without you in my life. And yes, I know that’s crazy and that I haven’t given you a choice and you’re allowed to resent me for that, though I’d much rather you didn’t.” I asked Lockley for the shortest marriage ceremony legally possible, so we didn’t exchange any vows, but my heart aches to express itself. My heart, which I didn’t even know existed a week ago, is now a driving force directing my life. “I took you and made you mine, Amy, but in doing so, I have also made myself yours. Everything I have, everything I am, belongs to you. I will move mountains to make you happy. I will kill anyone who dares to make you cry. I will make you come so hard you’ll go hoarse from screaming my name.”
Tears continue streaming down Amy’s cheeks as she stares at me, her mouth slightly ajar. “I-I…” A sob breaks free and then she launches herself at me. Not to attack me, but to wrap herself around me so tightly I can barely breathe. Her tears soak through my shirt in seconds, her body shuddering as she cries. “N-no one h-has e-ever…” she manages to say, the words interrupted by hiccupping sobs.
“I know.” Wrapping my arms tightly around her, I rest my head on top of hers, inhaling her soft scent. “I want to be sorry that no one has ever recognized how perfect you are, but I’m not. If they had worshiped you the way you deserve, I never would have met you and my life would forever be empty. I’m not happy that you suffered, but I am happy that it led you to me.”
“You are too sweet to be true,” she whispers into the folds of my shirt, her sobs abating.
My responding chuckle is humorless. “I’m no saint, sweetheart. To everyone but you, I’m a bad person who does bad things and that won’t change. You are safe with me, though.” I don’t want her to live in a false hope that she’ll turn me into a law-abiding citizen, but I also don’t want her to be afraid of me. And yes, I’m aware those things contradict each other.
