Page 118 of Kings of Westbrook High

“Miss me, did you?”

He nods and takes my mouth with his, tangling his fingers in my hair. “You look so fuckin’ beautiful, baby girl.” He rasps, keeping his hold on me while he shoves his little brothers. “Fuckers, I told you to call me.”

“She told us not to.” They say together, laughing when he hits me with that sexy bad boy glare of his.

“Why?”

“You really think I was about to let y’all stand up here and watch me do some stupid walk of shame with my bridesmaids? No, thank you.”

He hides a grin and Ryan laughs at me, necking a beer. “It’s called walking down the aisle, girl.”

“Whatever.” I wave him off, tipping my chin. “Gimme one.”

He tosses me a beer from the cooler and I crack it open, taking Damon’s hand to pull him over to Rachel.

“You ready?” She grins, enjoying this way too much for my liking.

“You sure you wanna do this, big brother?” I tease, necking my beer. “I haven’t signed a prenup, you know?”

Elijah chokes on his own air and Damon laughs, moving in to speak over my lips. “A prenup is for divorces, punk, and I’m never letting you go.”

“Is that right?”

He nods, sliding his hands over my back to grip my ass. “I’m keeping you for life, and if you ever try to leave, I really will tie this sexy little ass to a chair and leave you there.”

“Sounds kinky.”

He smirks, sliding his eyes to Rachel when she rubs her thighs together beside us. “Somethin’ wrong, Rossi?”

“Is it weird you’re turning me on?” She asks, laughing when I glare. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding!”

“No, you’re not.”

“Yeah, okay, you’re right, I’m not.”

I roll my eyes and tip my chin for her to get on with it, feeling my heart race in my chest when I realize this is really happening and we’re really doing this.

Damon must feel it against his own because he takes my face in his hand, pinning my eyes with his. “Chill, punk.”

I quickly release the breath I was holding, nodding to release the sudden nerves. “Okay, I’m ready.”

“Okay.” Rachel starts, clearing her throat. “Dearly beloved. We are gathered here today to-”

I shove her ass and she laughs, making me laugh. “Don’t be a dick.”

“Fine.” She shrugs, snatching Ryan’s beer to steal a sip. “Damon Kingston, do you take this smoking hot, mean, moody little bitch be your wife?”

He smirks at that, taking his mother’s gold wedding band from Wren to slide it over my finger, completing the set. “I do.”

“And Callie O’Conner, do you take this angry, possessive, also moody, sexy piece of ass to be your husband?”

Elijah shakes his head at her and I laugh, taking Damon’s ring from Kai to slide it over his finger. “I do.”

He frowns at that, snapping his eyes to up mine. “What..?”

“The boys helped me pick it out.” I shrug, playing it off. “It wasn’t much.”

He raises a brow, looking from me to it and back again. “You’re lying.”

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