Page 121 of Totally Shipped
I look from him to Gray. Gray has a tear running down his cheek.
“You look so beautiful, princess,” Leander says, reaching out a hand. I take it and he pulls me close. Rex moves close too, sandwiching me between them. He pulls gently at the neck of my gown. I know he’s looking at the bite mark he put there earlier.
It makes me get a little hot in my white, lacy, wedding panties.
“Let’s get this show on the road,” a gruff voice interrupts.
Leander’s brother, Malcolm, had agreed to be officiant. Well, he’d insisted, really. I was ‘officially’ marrying Leander, in the eyes of the law, but in the eyes of us all and everyone present, I was marrying all my guys.
I let them choose who got legally married to me, and Leander was the choice.
“He’s the one with the huge trust fund. Gotta lock that shit down, baby,” Rex had told me.
"We are gathered here today," drones Malcolm, trying to conduct the entire service in a serious manner, but still makes us laugh.
REX
Ilook over the sea of faces, and my eyes narrow in on one.
Linda.
AKA, Mom.
It’s surreal how easy it is to see her here. Mom doesn’t demand attention or take up space. She speaks in shy monosyllables, eyes cast down, desperately timid.
I can’t hold anything against her; with my dad, she never stood a chance. But I have high hopes for the future. We are building a relationship.
I give my mom a big smile, then turn my attention to Daisy.
Her and the big guy are exchanging vows.
“I, Gray Elvis Tyson,” he is saying.
How have I known Gray for nearly my entire life and never knownthat?
Leander catches my eye and does a hip-wiggle followed by a pelvic thrust. Killian elbows him in the ribs.
But Daisy ignores them, she just has eyes for Gray.
Fuck, she looks like a wet dream. That dress iswow…and is she wearing stockings and a garter?
Shit, I can feel I’m getting a semi. This is not really the time or place.
Leander nudges me. “Err, Rex? If you can stop thinking about fucking the bride and concentrate for a minute?” he whispers, loud enough for Daisy to hear.
Oh, right. It’s my turn in the spotlight, or rather, sunlight, with our girl.
She giggles and opens her mouth slightly then bites her bottom lip.
Bad girl, she knows exactly what that does to me. I give my head a shake, I’ve got vows to say.
Taking her hand, I tell her my truth. “Dearest Daisy. I fell in love with you the moment I saw you at the end of the dock in Samoa, on that fateful day.”
Daisy laughs. “You did not! You were so annoyed by me!”
“I was, my love. I got turned upside-down because I knew I loved you, and Ireallydidn’t want to. But I will admit I was annoyed you wearing those stupid boots.”
“I loved those boots!” Brooke calls out and everyone laughs. When the chuckles subside, I take Daisy’s hand.
