You in that dress is a recipe for blue balls,” he mumbles, giving me a squeeze. “Glad you think this is funny, babe, but I have no idea how I’m going to make it through the rest of this party. “How long until you can walk without me guarding you?” I ask him while trying not to laugh out loud. After a second, he stands us up and wraps his arms around me. He presses his hips into my waist, letting me know why we’re stuck. “What are you doing?” I whisper, looking at everyone watching us. When I open my eyes, I’m almost bent backwards and Kenton still hasn’t stood up. I close my eyes tighter and press my legs together the best I can to temper down the throb that’s started in my core.

“You’re so fucking lucky my whole family’s here.” He rips his mouth from mine and his lips go to my ear. The moment is broken when the catcalling and clapping starts. I moan into his mouth as I feel his erection press into my belly. One hand is on my ass, his other hand on the back of my head, forcing it to the side so he can get deeper. His tongue delves into my mouth, his body pressing against the length of mine. I don’t even remember saying, “I do,” when my veil is lifted and Kenton takes my mouth in a kiss that is way too hot for all of the people who are there to witness it. He continues the ceremony, and when he asks Kenton if he will have me as his wife, Kenton’s eyes come to me and I see the same look in his eyes that I saw the first time he said, “I do.” Every ounce of love he has for me is there right on the surface for me to see. “Okay, we’ll skip that part,” the pastor says, looking at Kenton and laughing. “We’re already married, so you can skip the part about anyone not wanting us joined together,” Kenton says, cutting the pastor off, and I feel my cheeks get pink as everyone in the crowd starts to laugh. “Dearly beloved, we are gathered here today to witness the union of Kenton and Autumn,” the pastor says, and my eyes go to him. When I look into his eyes, his travel down my body and he mouths the words, “Holy shit.” I smile bigger and look into his eyes. I come out of the memory as I make it to the end of the aisle, and Kenton takes my hand from Justin. He was not wrong I loved the way I could grab fistfuls of his hair to hold him in place and the way the roughness of his facial hair felt between my legs. He laughed and smiled, picked me up, put me on the bathroom counter, and ran his jaw along my inner thigh before looking up and whispering, “Told you you would love it.” Then he proceeded to shove his face between my legs, making me scream out his name. He asked me if he should shave, and I told him that, if he did, he wouldn’t be getting lucky until his scruff grew back.

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