Page 43 of Kicking it with my Best Friend

“Thanks for asking.”

Hand in hand, we walked back up the aisle to our family and friends’ applause.

Once pictures were finished, we hurried back into the barn for the reception, which went beautifully. We drank and danced, raised our glasses in toast as our friends and parents made speeches, and devoured incredibly delicious food. By the end of the reception, I was exhausted, and I could see in Travis’s eyes that he was, too.

“Hey,” I said, leaning close to him.

“Hey,” he murmured. “What’s up?”

“You wanna blow this popsicle stand?”

His tired eyes lit up. “You know it.”

I squeezed his hand again. “Be right back.” I scanned the space to find Mel and hurried over to her. She was talking with the caterer as I touched her elbow.

With a smile, she turned to me. “What’s up?”

“Sorry to interrupt, it’s just…” I gestured to the sweetheart table where Travis was sitting, sipping his wine. “I think we’re done here. I know it’s early, but we’re wiped.”

“Say no more.” She turned to the caterer and excused herself before striding over to the DJ and murmuring something to him. He nodded and as the next song ended, he turned down the volume.

“Alright, everyone, Travis and Parker want to thank everyone for coming. Now it’s time for these two grooms to hit the road. Let’s give these two a warm send-off before we get back to dancing.” Our guests all applauded and cheered as Travis and I walked the length of the barn and headed directly to the farmhouse, where there was a bed with our names on it. As we left, we waved goodbye, stopping to give hugs and kisses to our family, our friends clapping us on our backs with knowing looks.

The room that was reserved for us to spend the night in was on the second floor. Mel had ensured our things were stowed neatly, waiting for us to arrive, and I exhaled a sigh of relief as I sat down and slipped off my shoes. Travis did the same.

“That was something else,” I said, shrugging off my suit jacket and unbuttoning my shirt.

Travis nodded. “I had no idea weddings were so fucking exhausting.”

“You’re telling me.”

Simultaneously, we stripped, leaving our suits haphazardly discarded on the floor, and climbed into bed. Without a word, Travis slid close to me and put his arm across my chest. He hummed in contentment as I stroked his back.

“I love you,” he murmured sleepily, stifling a yawn. “Did you want to…” He slid his hands to brush my cock.

I laughed a little and shook my head. “No thanks. We have all the time in the world for that. Tonight, I just want to hold my husband and go to sleep.”

He hummed again, and in moments, his breathing had fallen into a deep, even rhythm. I lay in bed, tired as could be, staring at the ceiling and wishing sleep would come. As I waited for unconsciousness, I couldn’t stop thinking about how lucky I was.

Chapter Twenty

Travis

Thealarmblaredfrommy phone, echoing through the farmhouse bedroom where Parker and I had spent our wedding night holding one another. He stirred, groaning and shifting until I fumbled for the phone and killed the alarm.

“Thanks,” he murmured, pulling me in close again.

“Park… we gotta get up.”

“Too early.”

“We have a flight to catch. Several, in fact.”

He groaned again and released me, rolling to his side before sitting up, his back to me. “Don’t wanna.”

“I know, but soon we’ll be there, and we get an entire week just to enjoy each other.”

Parker grunted. “Fine.”

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