Page 63 of A Love So Wrong
"Dominic is outside sulking by the entrance. I have to say I have never seen him this disappointed. But who can blame him? Jade—your soon to be wife—just makes a man want her with those shy, cat-like eyes and round face. There is something maddening about the way she only looks toyou, her complete and utter devotion so evident on her freckled face. It makes men like Dominic and myself envious enough to want to take her for ourselves,” he sighed with contrived wistfulness.
Gideon felt his insides twist with sickening rage at the image his words summoned. "I would kill you both," and he heard the darkness in his own voice.
Dimitri smiled and shook his head in a way that only fueled Gideon's temper further. Despite his obvious youth, there was something old and hardened about the blonde, like someone who had seen and done too much in life.
Sitting down on the worn, brown leather sofa, Dimitri looked at him expectantly. "Put on your tux. It's impolite to keep the bride waiting."
Eyeing the man for a couple more seconds, Gideon could sense no trick or game being played. Walking hesitantly towards the dressing area, he hung up the garment bag on the rack before removing his shirt.
"Let me ask you something," Dimitri asked, staring out the bright window. "Why did you and Jade leave your home and your perfect little town in Texas all because a drug addict took the opportunity to reinsert himself into his parent's life?"
With the new, finely-made black slacks pulled up around his waist, Gideon paused and looked at the man in suspicion. "How do you know about that?"
Dimitri just gave him a tired look. "I know a lot of things, and anything I don't know I can find out." There was no arrogance behind the words, just cold-hearted certainty.
"It was either leave," Gideon replied briskly as he tucked in the white button-down shirt. "Or stay and risk me going to prison because I killed the piece of shit."
Pulling the tie from around the hanger, Gideon looked up sharply to see Dimitri coming towards him. Without a word, the man pulled the silk strip from his hand and deftly began tying the knot.
"Take my advice, kid," he said, cinching the expertly folded knot tight before loosening the neck hole. "Take your wife and the next few weeks and travel. See as much as the world as you can, and once you are done, drive back down to Texas and take back your house and your future. Don't let a meth-head stroll into your life and take your home from you. Even if you have to break a few ribs, do what you need to do to reclaim your home."
Tossing the readied tie back at him, Dimitri turned and walked out of the room, leaving Gideon to think about the man's words.
A few minutes later, Gideon was standing at the altar in the chapel. Unlike the terribly decorated version of a hunter's lodge that was the groom's dressing room, the chapel was surprisingly very beautiful. Having only seen a few thumbnails on his phone as he made his secret arrangements earlier that morning, Gideon was pleased to see that the design of the room was very simple and authentic. Tall, narrow stained-glass windows lined either side of the narrow chapel, sending colorful arrays of light across the polished wooden pews. The clean cream carpeting and soft white walls allowed the airy beauty of the simple chapel to shine without competition. Taking a deep breath, Gideon smirked at the nervousness that fluttered in his gut and looked up as the owner and his wife walked in, both wearing huge smiles. Shrugging on his sky-blue suit jacket, the older man signaled to his wife, who wore a huge camera dangling from her neck while he took his place on the top step of the altar next to Gideon. Rushing over to the organ against the back wall, the older lady hit a switch on the side, and the familiar Bridal Chorus started.
Looking down the aisle, Gideon's heart stuttered in his chest as a flash of white materialized from the shadowed entrance. Ignoring the tall blonde bastard escorting her down the aisle, Gideon focused every cell of his being on the vision coming towards him. His chest felt suddenly so tight Gideon had to force himself to breathe. That dress, he thought with a hiss.
Fitted from her breasts all the way down to her thighs until it burst out in a wave of flowing white froth, the lace gown was something out of a dream. Detailed white lace seemed to adhere to nothing and cling to her skin all at once as it trailed up her breasts and over her chest and down to her wrists. Each step she took was careful and restrained under the tight bodice that accentuated every God-given curve on her body. With her matching veil attached to the small silver circlet resting on her loose curls, Gideon could see glimpses of the long train of lace gliding gracefully behind her. Clutching a bouquet of blood-red roses wrapped in gold and black paper, Jade looked like something out of a dream. Surely this could not be real. But the ferocious beating of his heart and the nervous feeling in his stomach reminded him this was indeed real. Gideon actively committed every detail of her to his memory, making sure it burned there for the rest of time.
Only a few steps away, Dimitri leaned forward and whispered something into Jade's ear, and her eyes met Gideon's with a shy smile before looking back down nervously to the floor as if to school her own features. Handing her off to him with a satisfied smirk, Dimitri took a step back.
Everything faded from Gideon's senses but Jade. Looking down at her hazel eyes, Gideon felt his soul weaving itself to hers as the owner began to recite the official vows. Like a man in a trance, Gideon responded only when prompted, dutifully taking the tiny ring in his hand and waiting for the man's instructions.
"Do you Gideon, take Jade to be your lawfully wedded wife, to love, to honor and to cherish until death do you part?"
With a hoarse, "Yes," he slipped the simple rose gold band on her trembling finger. Gideon never took his gaze from hers. Though the rings were simple, he wondered when she would see the inscription he had the owner inscribe just hours before.
I have always loved you and always will.
"And do you Jade take Gideon to be your lawfully wedded husband, to love, to honor and to cherish until death do you part?"
Tears rolled down her cheeks, making her freckles glisten in their wet path, and Jade nodded. "Yes," she sniffed, placing his matching band onto his finger.
"Jade and Gideon, you have expressed your love to one another through the commitment and promises you have just made. It is with these in mind that I pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss the bride."
~*~
They were sitting in traffic just a few miles outside of Seattle, and Gideon had to force himself not to let his jaw drop at the exquisite feeling. With cars lined up on all sides of their truck, Gideon thanked God for their vehicle’s height and made sure for the hundredth time not to let his eyes wander over to any passengers, possibly looking up at his strained expression.
With wet greedy sounds, Jade let her encircling fingers around his glistening cock slide down towards the base once more and lowered her face down in his lap.
"Sweet God," his words were a desperate plea as he painstakingly stared at the car ahead of him inching forward.
With jerky movements, he shifted the truck forward and parked it again as everyone pulled back to a stop.
As if taking her cue, Jade swallowed him whole once more, her head moving faster now as his balls tightened.
"Jade," he hissed, unable, and unwilling to stop his wife.
