Page 42 of Wedding Games
‘Huh?’
‘Admitting your wife is always right.’
The word ‘wife’ on her lips sent a bolt of primal lust straight to his cock. He bent his head, hovering his lips above hers.
‘I cannot wait till I can call you that,’ he murmured.
Zoe’s pupils dilated and her nostrils flared. He could feel the hot puffs of air as her breathing quickened. After the disasters of the last couple of days, they hadn’t had time for sex. His thickening cock bumped against his sporran. A handful of hours now felt like a lifetime.
‘Oi!’ Sam yelled. ‘You’re not married yet and I don’t want you ruining your lippy.’
Zoe whimpered as he reluctantly removed his mouth from hers.
‘Exactly,’ added Charlie, punching Rory’s arm. ‘Do you need a touch up? I’ve got manscara and manstick to hand in case of emergencies.’
‘Fuck off,’ Rory muttered. Whenever he was this close to Zoe, he wished the rest of the world would disappear.
The minister cleared his throat. ‘Lord MacGinley, are we ready to proceed?’
He looked at Zoe, and she nodded.
‘Yes, we are,’ Rory replied.
Mary and Arnold,and his mum and Brad entered the cathedral first. When they were planning the wedding, Zoe had been clear she was not going to be walked down the aisle by her father.
‘I’m not a piece of property to be handed from one man to another,’ she’d told him. ‘I’m a grown woman making my own decisions.’ Luckily, Arnold didn’t seem to mind in the slightest and was more concerned with getting his speech right for later.
After the wedding coordinator gave them the nod, Rory walked through the doors, Zoe on his arm, with Charlie and Valentina, Sam and Jamie, and Fiona and Duncan following. The September sun shone through the stained-glass windows, and the organ music filled the cavernous space around them.
This was the moment he’d been waiting for since he fell in love with Zoe, and his chest puffed with pride. Finally the stars had aligned and he was marrying his perfect person. As they proceeded up the aisle, his gaze moved across the crowds. His mind went on a whistlestop tour of his life as he caught people’s eyes and relived the memories shared between them.
They reached the altar and the music stopped.
The minister raised his arms. ‘Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today, in the sight of God, to celebrate the marriage of Rory MacGinley and Zoe Maxwell.’
‘Hell yeah!’ yelled Brad.
Rory briefly closed his eyes as he heard his mother hissing at her husband to be quiet. Beside him, Zoe stifled a giggle.
‘But before we begin, I must ask if any of you know any just cause or impediment why this marriage should not proceed.’
Rory gritted his teeth.
He heard laughter and glanced to his right to see Charlie staring at the congregation, pointing from his eyes to the crowd, then back again.
The minister cleared his throat. ‘Wonderful.’
Charlie’s death stare changed to a grin, and he gave Rory an enthusiastic thumbs up.
The minister tapped his microphone to stop the wave of laughter in its tracks. ‘Shall we commence?’
The ceremony seemedto pass in the blink of an eye. Rory hated being the centre of attention, but today, the whoops and cheers as they were declared ‘man and wife’ and he kissed his new bride didn’t bother him. Soon they were in the back seat of the Rolls Royce with Charlie driving and Valentina riding shotgun.
‘Well done mate,’ Charlie said over his shoulder. ‘Now that the legal bollocks is done, want me to drop you off at the nearest airport so you can fuck right off to the Maldives?’
Rory glanced at Zoe. The thought of avoiding all the rigmarole at the castle was tempting, but he wasn’t sure flying to the tropics was the solution.
Zoe grinned at him, then turned to Charlie. ‘I’m a redhead and Rory thinks any weather over twelve degrees is too hot so I think we’ll give the Maldives a miss.’
