Total pages in book: 27
Estimated words: 25316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 25316 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 127(@200wpm)___ 101(@250wpm)___ 84(@300wpm)
We were outside, a beautiful summer day, and thankfully a cooler one to boot, aided by a gentle breeze blowing over the gathering. It’s as if nature itself were blessing our union.
Both our families had gathered together, Jack paying for everything. My mother was very surprised when I told her that I was getting married, because she expected to hear I was at least dating first. After hearing how passionately I talked about Jack, though, she told me that she knew he was the one, because I only talked that long about things I truly did care about.
I’m surprised about how much family Jack had too. I had met a few of them before the ceremony, and most of them were just glad to hear that the old Thomas-Perry ranch feud was finally going to end, with a few being especially glad that their family “won.” I guess that made them forgive any misgivings they had about his previous engagements. Jack, to his credit, always said it wasn’t about winning or losing, just getting his dreams for the Desert Sky Ranch and Greenbluff as a whole moving-forward.
The organ music plays as I start down the aisle, my gown light but traditional. The butterflies in my stomach are out of control as I take small steps toward the altar. Jack is waiting for me, a local priest by him. Sarah is off to the side, grinning from ear to ear, happy to be serving as my maid of honor.
Seeing him stand there, waiting for me is almost too much to believe, but it’s real. It’s all for me. I walk to the pulpit. He’s there for me.
The actual vows and all of that feel like a blur. My heart races a million miles a minute as I stand next to him. I say “I do” and he does as well. It’s made official, and I kiss Jack in front of all of them. Tender, passionate, powerful.
“You’re mine. And I’m yours. We’re in this together now, Lily,” he whispers to me during the kiss.
“And there’s no way I’d want it any differently.”
As the cheering ends, the real music starts. All of Sarah’s planning is ready to make sure that people remember the night Jack and I came together as husband and wife truly special. The pounding bass fills the air of the night sky as the whole lot of the wedding’s attendees hit the dance floor. I giggle as I see something brewing for some of the couples there. While tonight is an important chapter in Jack’s and my story, this is going to be the beginning for a few other romances tonight. I can only hope that they are all as passionate and loving as the one Jack and I have.
My new husband and I join them on the dance floor. I’ve always been surprised at his range of talents despite being so outwardly a cowboy through and through. He could throw himself into that club music just as much as the line dance, and use both as perfectly valid excuses to get closer to me.
He kisses me again and again, each more sensual than the last, starting to border on the indecency I worried about before. He pulls me closer as his hips sway so rhythmically, so close that I can feel that he’s fighting himself not to turn this into acts of wild debauchery. The time for that will come, and the anticipation is killing me.
For now, though, I follow his every move. I grind my hips against him, simultaneously enthralling and torturing him. He runs his hands up my body, feeling and savoring every curve I have. Another kiss, and even more tongue, he’s damn near making out with me on the dance floor.
As the music shifts to something more traditionally cowboy, he doesn’t let up, which surprises me. His hands close around mine as he leads me with some swings; he keeps my body so tightly against his as he struts across the dance floor. We’re the center of attention, people giving way to our rhythmic movements, proving that in spite of the lack of passion in Jack’s first engagement, he’s more than making up for it with his second.
I follow his movements so well. We let our motion and the music do the talking, and it’s like we’re telepathically linked with how in sync we are with one another. He makes me feel so damn alive that I can’t possibly imagine life without Jack in it now. Our passion had burned so hot for a year so far, and it felt like the sun itself would burn out before our love did.
Dusk turned to night, and night into twilight. We had the time of our lives together, and were never more than a foot away from one another for long. He treats me like a queen, because he is my king. As people head home, our kingdom empties, and we look at one another, smitten and love drunk like we’re just a pair of hormonal teenagers. It’s not far off from the truth for me, but it just made me feel all the sexier that I had turned him into one as well.