by Bri Stone
“You want to get married?”
“Yeah, newsflash, we’ve been engaged for years babe.” I laugh once and her wide gray eyes gleam at me.
“I know,” her full lips drop open and I find it very hard to concentrate. Among everything else I am always thinking about her that way, especially when we have had time apart.
“I mean it—I guess I thought I’d have time to invite people.” She murmurs. When she sinks further into my lap I hold her tighter as I regard her expression.
“Do you want everyone there? I understand if that’s important to you but—”
“Not when I really think about it, no.” She bites her lip and runs her hands through my hair. I sigh against her as I feel her energy seeping into me. My body is so in tune with hers, I can count every beat of her heart, know exactly when she’ll blink and twist her lips in thought.
“Maybe a spur of the moment thing isn’t right—” I start.
She shakes her head and turns her look of thought into a smile, “of course it is. No time for me to back out.” She jokes.
I smile at her and then kiss her, deepening the kiss right away to taste her. My tongue slides against hers, her body sinks against me and I’m done for. My cock hardens in my pants and I turn her over on the couch to lay between her legs. She smiles against my lips and slides her fingers into my hair, pulling tight as her nails rake my scalp. I kiss her harder and my hands roam her body; her full hips and fleshy thighs, I love every part of her even when she complains about not being the same way she was in college. Neither of us are, not really, but it’s all for the better.
“Doesn’t it take forever to file all that stuff?” her words mash against my lips. I keep kissing her until I feel like answering,
“Yeah, probably—here.” I kiss her neck and over her shirt, or I guess my shirt. Her nipples poke the fabric and I run my lips over them, making her shudder. It’s damn hard to focus.
“So what then? We can’t get married for decoration.” She giggles.
I nod and pull back to look at her, I have a good few seconds before I go crazy from not being inside her already.
“We could go to Vegas.” I suggest and she cackles a laugh in response.
“Vegas?” she leans up against me on her elbows.
“Yeah.” I glance at the clock, “maybe we could catch a red-eye.” It’s like everything fell into place. If my last two surgeries didn’t get cancelled and if I had sat on those patient files any longer we wouldn’t be here discussing this right now.
Everything with Perrie has been sudden, out of the blue and unexpected—but I love her so much I know it was bound to happen from the start.
“Oh my god, we’d have to buy tickets like ten minutes ago.”
“Not in New York.” I kiss her again and she laughs against me.
I sit up and carry her with me as I make my way to the bedroom blindly.
“Thom your laptop is in the living room,” she muffles against my lips.
We reach the bedroom and I drop her on the bed. “We’re not going anywhere until I’ve had you first.”
THREE HOURS LATER WE are rushing through airport security and barely making our boarding time. We are the last two to get settled in first class, which is necessary not because of the luxury but because we are both so tall.
“I haven’t exercised in like a year.” Perrie sighs against me, reclining her seat.
I chuckle and flip through the movie offerings. “That was exercise?” I smirk at her. Even though I am so busy, I have to do physical therapy to get back into shape. It was a hard road after I first went into remission, but every day has been easier since then.
“Yes, this airport is the size of a city. Plus, our Uber dropped us off at the wrong terminal.” She huffs, tying her hair back and crossing her legs on the seat. I just laugh at her in response.
“Don’t worry, we’ll be in Vegas soon, and we can order drinks once we take off.” I swing my arm around her neck and kiss the top of her head. She relaxes against me and soon the lights go off as we get ready for takeoff.
Once we get in the air I use the WiFi to let Stan know where we went, my dad. I haven’t gotten used to calling him that yet in my head, it’s taken a while to fully adjust to it. But like Perrie reminded me, he’s always been there for me, he just left out the part about being my dad. Even though Perrie picked the movie, she falls asleep before an hour even passes, that doesn’t surprise me anymore though. After being on my feet for so long I’m glad to be sitting down for the flight, gives me some time to think. I still brought my brief case with me to review some patient files though.
Before I know it we are descending to land, and I can almost feel the hundred degree heat of Vegas. Maybe July wasn’t the best time to go but I wouldn’t have it any other way, I’m ready for Perrie to be my wife.
“The hotel emailed me back, they found a room.” Perrie tells me. I grab our bags and stay standing to wait for the doors to open. She slides out of the seat and stands next to me, her sweet honey and berries shampoo wafting my way.
“Thank god, I hate budget hotels.”
‘You’re so spoiled, Thom.” She nudges my ribs. I grin down at her and shrug, I can’t argue with her there. Finding an open room at the Bellagio this time of year is a miracle.
The doors open and we head out, making our way through to ground transport. We only brought carry ons, since we can only stay tonight, so we don’t have to worry about checked bags. I’m itching to get back to the hotel room to sleep, I probably won’t be able to resist Perrie again, but sleep more than anything.
“We should go to the Casino tomorrow, win some money.” Perrie giggles.
“No way, I suck at those things.” I key us into the room, it’s fancy as hell, but it better be for what we are paying.
“Well I am amazing at them.” She stands by the bed and kicks off her canvas shoes, reminding me of the time she and Carrie went to Vegas for her college graduation. I am only half listening because by the time she strips down to her bra and panties I don’t hear anything she’s saying. After all this time she still gets me that way, catches me in this trance I can’t get out of and don’t want to.
“Thom?” she snaps her fingers.
“What?”
She tilts her head at me and rolls her eyes. “Nothing. I need a shower.”
“I’ll find us something to eat.” I clear my throat. My eyes pan from her naked body striding into the bathroom and her panties on the bed and forget what I even said.
Food. Right.
I use UberEats to get a pizza sent. It’s barely eleven here, the time difference gave us some time but I’m still exhausted on New York time. The steam of the shower billows into the room and while I try to watch the nightly news it’s no use considering I never have time to pay much attention to it. I do get everything set up for tomorrow though; the Chapel time and a salon for Perrie to do whatever she feels like she needs to do before she gets married. I can’t exactly make an appointment for the court but we can just get there when they open for the certificate. I even find a photographer on Facebook with last minute options. I should make this a side job.
“What’d you get?” Perrie comes out of the bathroom in a white towel too short on her.
“Pizza.” I stand and stretch out, “I got everything set up for tomorrow.” I tell her.
She smiles, sitting on the edge of the bed with her lotion. “Really? I think I’m actually getting excited.”
“Just now?” I strip out of my clothes and grab my body wash from the bag.
“Just now.” Perrie giggles and changes the channel, she’s really into reality tv these days, whenever she has time to watch it.
I shower in record time and when I get out Perrie is still in her towel and brushing out her hair.
“How much time till the pizza gets here?” Perrie asks me. I rub the towel through my hair and glance at her.
“Uh, fifteen minutes.” I check my phone.
“Good.”
I hear some shuffling before I turn around just as Perrie throws her towel at me. I catch it, swallowing back a groan at her perfect naked body splayed on the bed.
“Jesus,” I mutter and saunter toward her, climbing over her on the bed. She grins at me and links her arms around my neck, slides her fingers into my damp hair.
“I love you,” she kisses the corner of my lips, her voice filled with devotion. I slide my hands down her waist and rub my hardening cock against her.
“I love you too baby, so much.” I kiss her deeply, sliding my tongue over hers to taste her.
She sighs against me and rubs her chest against mine, her nipples rubbing against me. I move my lips down her soft neck, finding that space under her ear that makes her mewl. It does. And I continue down over her clavicle and pay mind to each her nipples, suckling them like they are the finest candies. Then I keep going, kissing her supple flesh on the way to her sex. She’s so slick and warm, I feel her against my lips when I kiss her throbbing flesh.
“Thom,” she shudders, her thighs clamping around my face. I groan against her and slide my tongue over her clit, slowly nipping against her until she is close to the edge.
I love hearing her moans, I never get tired of them so I hold her close to the edge for as long as I can, and then she erupts in a climax that has me drinking up every last part of her.
“Hm, that was amazing,” she half giggles and sighs as I kiss back up her body. Then I kiss her and she relaxes against me even more.
“You’re so fucking sexy babe,” I say against her lips and grapple her thighs.
She makes a noise in her throat against me and turns us over, so she is on top. I smile up at her, she bites her bottom lip with the sexiest look on her face, I wonder how I got so lucky. Her hand closes around my cock, starts to pump me until I harden to uncontrollable limits. I massage her thighs, up over her ass and drag her body over me.
Her lips part in a long sigh as she sinks onto my cock. I groan and clutch her hips as my body swarms with the heat of being inside her.
“Perrie... fuck,” I shudder when she starts to move, riding me the way she always does but somehow it feels new each time.
Her moans fill the room as she goes on, her hands slide down my body and stop at my hips as she steadies herself. I cup her face and slide my fingers into her silky hair, holding her tight. She quickens her movements, making her breasts sway and the bed rattle a bit. I curse under my breath as I pull her close to me and kiss her. She is breathless against me, her hips driving over my cock, working in slow circles, the way she fucks me is maddening every time.
She moans my name against my lips as she comes, clenching around me even more. My cock hardens and twitches inside her as I come, my whole body seizing up against her, breathing for her. I kiss her cheek and slide my lips over to hers, coaxing against them slowly as she kisses me back. Her body loosens around me before I slip out of her, rolling us onto our sides. We catch our breath and aimlessly trace over each other’s bodies with our fingers. I’m so in tune with her, and I’ve memorized every inch of her body but it doesn’t get old, I will never get used to her. She surprises me every day with her wit and grace and beauty, I love her so much I feel like I could build a world out of it.
“We’re really getting married tomorrow.” She sighs against my chest. I chuckle and lift her chin to look in her eyes.
“Yeah, we are.” I grin. “You gonna take my name?”
She laughs, “I never thought about that... I guess so.”
“You guess? I expected more enthusiasm.” I tickle her ribs and she cackles.
“Sorry, should I jump with joy?” she jokes. “Of course I’m excited, I’ll be Mrs. Edwards.” Her smile lights up her eyes.
“Damn right you will.” I kiss her again, deepening it right away. I pull back to smile at her and I get lost in staring into her eyes, seeing our past and future in them. She’s the best thing that ever happened to me.
I have been waiting to marry her since I first saw her.
And now I only have to wait one more night.
Perrie:
I wake up before Thom, which is a rarity, but it’s only because I am so anxious. We were up late last night despite the jet lag, eating pizza and watching trash tv. I’m just so happy it’s hard to get a handle on my emotions. From excitement to worry. I don’t know anything about being a wife and this is one time of many that I wish I could talk to my mom. She would know exactly what to tell me.
Thom is snoring when I get up and do my morning routine, I spend extra time cleansing my face because this last minute wedding didn’t give me time to get properly dolled up. Thom did make me an appointment at the salon in the hotel, he’s thoughtful that way.
Once he does wake up, we grab breakfast and then I go to the salon. I don’t plan on doing anything dramatic, but then I have foil in my hair fixing my highlights before I know it. While I am waiting, I call Carrie.
“I’m glad I get to be the last person you tell about your wedding.”
“What?” I giggle. I cross my legs, my skirt rides up and I glance at myself in the mirror. My eyes haven’t beamed like this in so long, maybe since Thom and I first got together. There is always a spark between us, but sometimes it isn’t burning.
“Yeah, dad told me this morning.”
I roll my eyes, I didn’t expect him to get to her that fast.
“Shit, I’m sorry. It was really last minute. I feel like I am forgetting something every other second.” I giggle.
“It’s fine. You excited?”
“Yeah, I am.” I grin.
“Good. We can have a party later.”
“Yeah, we’ll all get together.” I agree. I am kind of glad to be only sharing the wedding with Thom, we are in our own bubble.
“I can’t wait, I’m happy for you guys.”
“Thank you.” I laugh. We stay on the phone for the duration of my appointment, apparently, she and Declan went on vacation too so she isn’t at Base.
When I finish, I’m surprised once again by Thom since it was already paid for, and I stop at one of the many boutiques to try and find something white to wear. I didn’t know I was so traditional, but I do want to wear white to the wedding. Wherever it is. Thom hasn’t told me yet.
I finally settle on something, gawk at the price tag, and then meet Thom where he was waiting by the pool. Apparently he misses suntanning more than I thought. We have to rush to the courthouse to file our license, I legitimately thought we would only be married in Nevada but that’s not the case. Time passes more and my skin starts to tingle with real excitement.
I’m getting married to the love of my life. It’s a privilege, and today it gets to be my right.
“PERRIE, YOU LOOK BEAUTIFUL.” Thom beams at me, standing across from me at the altar in a simple black suit. I have seen him dressed up a thousand times but somehow this is different. His gray eyes pour warmth into mine, love.
The dress I picked is a simple white lace sundress, nothing on display except my legs. My new hair makes me feel even better, and the makeup I put on, since I almost never wear it anymore. My engagement ring weighs more on my finger today than any other day.
“You look alright,” I giggle. He takes my hands and smiles, the Chaplin clears his throat and I remember they are on a tight schedule.
The chapel is small and empty, we roped the photographer into being our witness, which is good anyway for the pictures.
“Crap, we didn’t write vows.” I exclaim. Thom laughs and shakes his head.
“It’s fine.” He squeezes my hands and I force myself to be silent—mostly.
It’s a routine ceremony, we repeat what we are supposed to, but the whole time it feels like I am saying something else. Saying that I love Thom, that I am a better person because of him, a healed person. And that I will love him forever, because there is nothing else I would rather be doing.
“I pronounce you husband and wife, you may kiss your bride
.”
I practically leap at Thom and he laughs against me as his lips collide with mine. This kiss is so much lighter than the others, like we have now claimed each other and there is nothing in the way anymore. Thom is my husband. I’m his wife. It feels like the sky should fall any second now. I kiss him harder anyway, until we are pretty much tossed out of there.
“We can file joint taxes now.”
“We didn’t already do that?” I laugh, I hang off Thom’s arm as we leave the Chapel.
“No, babe, we didn’t.” He stops and turns to me, cradling my face in his hands as he kisses me. I smile against him and once again swarm with joy.
The click of the camera shocks me, I forgot he was even there. Thom pays him and gets the memory card from him.
“What now, Mr. fast planner?” I link my arms around his waist as his slide down my back.
“Dinner, Mrs. Edwards.”
I smile so hard it hurts.
Our dinner at Carmines is filling and delicious, half the time is spent rubbing my thigh against Thom’s and wishing we were back at the hotel. I keep forgetting that we are really married now, that after all these years we have finally taken that step and have the rest of our lives to look forward to.
We take a scenic walk back to the hotel, I’m glad my short white dress doesn’t make it obvious that we just got married, I wouldn’t be able to take all the congratulations or stares. It really is just me and Thom in our own world.
“It’s the eighth floor,” I tell Thom when he presses twenty in the elevator. He smirks down at me, his hair disheveled from me combing through it.
“Just relax.” He kisses the tip of my nose and I giggle. He leads the way in the small hall toward the end, keying into the very last room.
“What’s this?” I peer inside the room and gasp, it’s a much bigger suite and the bed is decorated with roses, champagne chilling in an ice bin, and ‘just married’ written in gold ribbon.
“Oh Thom... this is so perfect.” I gush. He hugs me from behind and kisses my cheek. I grasp his forearms over my chest and smile more.