“And you’re my wife.” He smiled as he pressed his mouth to my cheek, then my neck.

Our families found us then and we were bombarded with hugs from everyone. I was excited to see Brad and Derek had made it with their girlfriends, as well as some of Brandon’s other friends from school. We took a few pictures; the photographer couldn’t stop laughing because Brandon and I couldn’t stop kissing, and finally said she’d just continue to take candid shots throughout the rest of the reception. We ate a bit, danced a lot, and by the end of the night I’d danced with all the men in my life, including little Liam Chase, a few times. I blushed fiercely when Brandon removed the garter with his teeth, and both Konrad and Bree caught the garter and bouquet. I winked at Konrad since I knew he was planning on proposing on Christmas Eve. When Brandon wrapped his arms around my waist and whispered softly in my ear, I hurried to say good bye to our son and handed him over to Carrie, who was taking the first half of the watch. People blew bubbles at us as we made our way to the car, and we were off to our make-shift honeymoon.

Brandon rented a condo right on the beach not too far from where we lived, and we were there in no time, with Brandon carrying me through the door. He laid me on the bed before running back to my car and grabbing our bags, leaving them in the entryway and rushing back to me. His face was full of love and passion, his gray eyes burning. He stopped at the edge of the bed, and let his eyes take me in while I did the same. He’d taken off his jacket earlier in the night and rolled the sleeves of his black shirt up to his elbows, his green tie was still on but even looser than it had been when the wedding started. The shirt and pants fit him perfectly, stretching over his broad shoulders and chest, accentuating his narrow hips and falling perfectly down his long muscled legs. He looked like a god. An incredibly sexy god.

I sat up and scooted to the edge of the bed, grabbing his belt buckle I tugged him closer, a satisfied smirk stretching across his face, his dimple deeper than ever. When I had his pants and boxer briefs off, I stood up and took off his tie before slowly unbuttoning his vest and shirt, running my hands up his chest to his shoulders so I could slide it off as well. He pushed me back down onto the bed and brought one of my legs up, chuckling when he got to my Converse.

“This is just another reason why I love you.” He said as he took it, and the other one off.

His hands left a trail of heat up and back down my legs as he removed my underwear and brought himself back between my legs.

“You’re not going to take my dress off?”

Brandon kissed my neck and his deep voice gave me heated chills, “Maybe later.” His brown eyes caught mine, and in them I could see everything he felt for me and I wondered how I could have ever been stupid enough to try to live without him. “I love you so much Harper.” He said before he slid into me.

I gasped at the sensations that coursed through my body. Every time with him seemed to be better than the time before, and I didn’t think I would ever get tired of these alone times with him. “Brandon,” I cried when he rocked against me, “God I love you too.”

***

“Wake up Harper.”

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I grumbled and rolled onto my back, quickly slipping back into the place between sleep and waking. I felt something against my neck and tried to swat at it, when I didn’t catch anything I figured it must have been my hair and sank deeper into the warm bed. Before I could drift back into my dreams, there was that brush against my neck again, but when it continued down my chest and stopped for a few seconds at the swell of my breast I tried to fully wake up to look at what I now knew was my husband. Brandon continued down my stomach, lightly biting my left hip, and crossing over to do the same to the right. My eyes flew open and I exhaled a breathy “oh” when his lips trailed to the inside of my thighs.

Brandon’s low chuckle alone would have caused shivers, but his lips and tongue moving slowly against me were all my mind could comprehend right now. I ran my hands over his buzzed head and tried to keep my eyes open to watch him, but they fluttered shut again, a moan escaping my barely open lips. He slid two fingers in me as his tongue continued to work against my most sensitive area. A ball of limb-numbing pleasure was already spreading through my body and I had a feeling I wasn’t going to be able to hang on much longer. My hips involuntarily rolled and his left hand gripped harder on the back of my hip, but didn’t try to hinder my movements. He quickened his pace and after a few minutes I was extremely thankful there were no neighbors near us as the following cry tore out of my chest, my body surging with heat. Brandon hovered over my body and pushed into me when the next wave rushed through me and met my satisfied whimpers with a carnal growl as he moved against me, his lips and teeth nipping at the hollow at the base of my neck. Each bite a little rougher than the previous, matching his thrusts. My hands passed over the muscles in his shoulders and back as they bunched together with each hard drive into me. Our breaths were ragged and there was a thin sheen of sweat covering both of us when he collapsed on top of me some time later. He struggled to keep most his body weight off me by resting on his forearms, and ended up rolling onto his back, pulling me with him so I could curl up against his side.

Intertwining our fingers, he brought my hand up to his mouth and placed a gentle kiss against it before kissing the inside of my wrist and rubbing a thumb across my newest tattoo. Brandon and I got “his and hers” tattoos, on my left wrist read “i love him”, and on his right read “i love her”. Cheesy? Definitely. But we love them. We’d gone to Chase’s old workplace, and although I had been nervous to see them, we were welcomed with a lot of hugs from everyone, Trish no longer worked there. Jeff hadn’t been able to stop hugging me, and Brian’s eyes had actually started misting when he pulled back from a hug that rivaled Jeff’s. We showed them pictures of Liam, and they loved his name just as much as our family had. We promised to have them over one night so they could meet him, and Brian had joked that he and Marissa would steal him. They already knew Brandon from parties and when he’d gone there to get some of his work done, and I was surprised when the guys had seemed genuinely happy we had gotten married. I learned guys gossip just as bad as girls do when they told me they’d known all about the drama involving Chase, Brandon and myself; even from way back when Brandon and I first started dating.




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