Page 28 of An Unhinged Wedding

I pull out of her and slam back into her, making her yelp, “No matter what life brings us. I’ll never fucking let you go. Only death will take me from you.”

She runs her fingers through my hair, “Good. I would rather die than live without you.”

Climbing off her, I sit back on my knees, “Legs on my shoulders, baby.”

I grab her thighs in a bruising grip and slide back into her. I pound into her, taking what’s mine, “Fuck, my wife is sexy.”

Mia has a thin sheen of perspiration all over her body as she gets closer to an orgasm, her tits bounce with every thrust, the pleasure shows on her face, and the entire picture of the fucking goddess underneath me brings me closer to my own release.

“Oh my God. Trev. Trev!” She screams.

Her back arches, her eyes lock on mine, as she screams the sexiest sound I’ve heard in my entire life. It goes on for much longer than I expected. She grabs her tits, needing to have something to hold on to and fuck, it forces my orgasm out of me. My cum coats her pussy walls, and then she clenches my cock again as she shatters around me.

I pull out of her and lie beside her. Instantly, she lies her head on my chest and wraps a leg around my hips.

“Jesus Christ, Kitten. If you weren’t already my wife, I’d marry you after tonight.”

She giggles and kisses my chest. This is my life now. I’m one lucky fucking asshole.

MIA

My alarm goes off, and I switch it off with one eye open. Every inch of my body is deliciously sore. Trevor fucked me all night long. He only stopped because he said I needed sleep before meeting the girls to go wedding dress shopping. Hopefully, four hours of sleep will be enough because that’s what I got. I reach over for him, but he’s not in bed with me. I sit up and spot a note with a red rose. I inhale the roses' sweet scent and smile. Setting it down, I pick up the note and read it.

Wife,

There are clean clothes for you on the nightstand. I had to do a job with Hunter. You looked so beautiful I didn’t want to wake you. Yesterday, you made me so fucking happy, Mia. Becoming my wife is the greatest gift you could have given me. Never doubt how I feel about you. You are my most prized possession. You are mine. And I am yours. Now and forever.

I love you.

Yours,

Trev

I holdthe letter to my chest as I allow his words to sink in. Yes, he called me his possession. Under normal circumstances, I’d stab a man for saying that. But with Trevor, it’s different. I like being his. When he claims me, it makes my heart fucking soar. Before, I was never sure what true happiness looked like. Now I do. It’s Trevor. The way he listens to everything I say. The way he holds me. The way he fucks me. The way he loves me so completely. He is the whole package for me.

With a stupid-looking smile on my face, I get into the shower to get ready to find my wedding dress even though I’m already married. Stepping into the shower, I stand under the spray, lost in thought, remembering every moment from last night. When I finally snap out of my new favorite memories, I grab the shampoo and wash my hair. My phone is ringing, and I’m sure it’s Willow, so I hurry to get ready. After rinsing, I turn the water off, squeeze the excess water from my hair before getting out, and towel dry my body. I look at my phone on the bathroom counter and notice it was Max, not Willow, who called me, so I dial him back while I brush through my hair.

He answers, “Hey.”

“What’s up bro?”

He chuckles, “I wanted to update you on Savannah. Xander was here this morning. He doesn’t think she’ll need surgery. He thinks the IV antibiotics will take care of the infection. But he will come see her every day until it’s no longer needed.”

I stop brushing my hair momentarily, “That’s great news. How is she?”

He laughs again, “Pissed that she’s stuck in bed. Physically, she’s feeling better. The psychiatrist is coming in today, and she’s not happy about it.”

I’m not surprised that she isn’t happy to have to talk to someone about what she’s been through. For me, that was like torture. Reliving it after is like being there all over again.

“Let her know I’ll stop by after we’re done shopping today. Tell her if she eats breakfast and lunch, I’ll bring her a treat.”

He snorts, “Please tell me you aren’t cooking for her. I want her to live.”

“Hilarious, jerk. No, I’m not. But now I may cook for you.”

I can hear Willow talking to him, so I say, “I’ll let you go. Tell Will I’ll be leaving shortly.”

Dismissing the call, I walk into the bedroom and grab the clothes Trevor left for me on the nightstand.

---