Tonight has just been incredible. It’s more than I thought it could ever be and having Tora by my side, happy to be my wife is simply the best feeling in the world. Nothing could beat this.
I lead Tora towards the dance floor and grab her a glass of champagne on the way, knowing just how much she loves to dance. We spend the next few hours letting loose and letting the night take us away as we celebrate our new marriage with our closest friends and family.
Chapter 10
We crash through the door of our home and to be honest, we’re both a little too drunk to remember the whole carrying her across the threshold tradition, but we have time to make up for it. We have a whole fucking lifetime together. Hell, I’m not sure that will even be enough.
I will never get enough of this woman. I’ve said it before and I’m sure I’ll say it a million times over. Tora Ryder… fuck, that sounds good. Tora Ryder is my world. She is my heart. My life. My breath. Where she goes, I go.
I’ve been the luckiest bastard over the past eight years to have Tora in my life and I’m damn thankful that she has agreed to spend the rest of her days with me. No man could possibly be luckier than that.
I’m going to give her happiness. I’m going to give her a life worth living. I’m going to give her babies. I’m going to give her it all. Anything she could want or desire is hers, no matter what the cost because she deserves. Her dreams will become reality and her hardships will never fall on her shoulders. Every day she will laugh and every day she will feel love.
I can’t wait to see what our future holds and I can’t wait to live up to every promise I’ve made her. Life with Tora as my wife is going to be fucking magical. To risk sounding like a damn pussy, it’s going to be beautiful.
Fuck, I can just imagine her with a swollen belly, wrapping her arms around it, smiling at me from within our home. Shit, just the thought of her gets me hard.
Tora grips my hand as we make our way into our home, stumbling around in a world full of pure bliss and happiness. “I can’t believe it’s over,” she yawns, pulling me into her and wrapping her arms around me.
I take her waist and haul her up onto the kitchen counter. “It’s not over,” I tell her. “Not yet.”
She gives me a suspicious look. “Let me guess,” she says with a laugh, pulling me in just that bit closer. “You intend to take me up to bed and show me what the true meaning of being your wife really is?”
I smile as I run my nose along her neck, loving the way her head tilts to the side, allowing me more access as I breathe her in. “Of course, that’s my intention,” I tell her with my lips skimming across her soft skin. “But that’s not what I’m talking about.”
“Huh?” she grunts, slightly pulling back to look at me. “What are you talking about? Everything is done. You couldn’t possibly have another bomb to drop on me especially when I’m still coming to terms with the fact that this even happened. I mean, how did Brooke manage to not slip up? She slips up on everything.” Tora gasps. “I can’t believe you threaten my best friend.”
I scoff but can’t stop from smiling. “Of course, I threatened her. How else was I supposed to get her to keep her mouth shut?”
Tora’s eyes narrow. “What did you do?”
“Well,” I laugh. “Apart from making her swear an oath to lick Maxen’s asshole if she told, I also told her I’d take away her weekly visit with Jesse.”
Tora gasps. “You can’t do that. She loves that dog.”
“I know, I was bluffing,” I tell her. “But she didn’t know that.”
“That’s so mean,” she laughs. “You’re going to have to make it up to her.”
“Make it up to her?” I question with a grin. “I just paid for her to spend the day getting pampered, have her hair and nails done and a freaking massage. Hell, who knows what else you girls got up to.”
“Oh, my god,” she sighs. “That massage was awesome by the way. Did I ever say thank you for that?”
“You don’t need to,” I tell her as the final bomb starts getting too much for me to hold in. “Do you want to know your last surprise or what?”
“I don’t know if I can take much more of your surprises.”
“Tough luck,” I tell her. “Because you better start getting used to them.”
“Ok,” she says. “Hit me with it.”
“How do you feel about a honeymoon?”