The Man I Thought I Trusted - E. L. Todd Page 0,85

in an hour, give us some time to look presentable.”

“You guys look as happy as Dax and me,” I said, my eyes shifting back and forth between them. “It’s nice.”

Charlie wrapped his arm around her shoulders and gave her a kiss on the side of the head. “We are. Life has been good to us.”

My eyes softened before I turned back to the couch. “You want to see my dress?”

“Please.” Denise stood close to Charlie’s side, not self-conscious that she was just in his shirt and nothing else.

I unzipped the bag and displayed it.

“Wow,” Charlie said. “That’s nice.”

“Oh my god, it’s gorgeous.” My sister’s eyes started to water before she looked at me. “You’re going to be the most beautiful bride ever.”

“And the most scandalous,” I said. “Look at that slit.”

“And that boobage in the front,” Charlie said. “It’s totally you.”

“I wonder if you’ll even be able to get married wearing that,” Denise said. “Dax will be too distracted to say ‘I do.’”

“I got some slutty lingerie to wear underneath, too,” I said. “That way, after he takes it off me, he’ll have something else to look forward to.” I zipped the dress back up and returned it to the couch. “So, let’s party tonight, but not too much. A hungover bride never looks good.”

32

Dax

“You look awfully sharp for a courthouse,” Jeremy said, coming to me and patting me on the shoulder.

“Wait until you see my bride.” I knew what her dress looked like, and I knew she’d look like a damn bombshell in it. And whatever was underneath was even more beautiful. I adjusted my cuff links.

Clint came to me, his hands in his pockets. “So, no more strip clubs?”

I shook my head.

“No more parties in the clubs downtown?”

I shook my head again. “Sorry, man.”

He shrugged. “If you’re happy, that’s all that matters…I guess.”

It was the first time I had my two groups of friends together, and they got along well. We stood together inside the courthouse, all of us about to pile into a small room so we could have the quick ceremony. It wasn’t grand like my last wedding, but it was much better.

Because I got the bride right this time.

The last group of people left, and we said congratulations to the bride and groom before we filed inside. There were a few chairs, and the officiant was there. Renee and William walked in, holding hands.

“You afraid she’s going to stand you up?” Jeremy asked.

“She might,” Nathan said. “She’s a lot hotter than you.”

“No, she’ll be here,” I said. “Just wants to look perfect.”

A few minutes later, Carson stepped inside in her wedding dress, her friends around her all dressed up for the occasion. The white dress was tight around her petite waist, and the high slit allowed her gorgeous leg to emerge, all toned and tanned, sexy in her white heels. Her tits were pushed together in the low-cut front, and her hair was in sexy curls.

Jesus Christ…that’s my wife.

Jeremy gave a nod of approval. “Damn.”

Carson smiled when she looked at me, like I was the only person in the room whom she noticed. Her friends walked with her then stayed back so it could just be the two of us in front of the officiant. She came to me and immediately wrapped her arms around my neck to kiss me, to disregard the customs of a wedding and just do whatever she wanted.

I loved that about her.

I held her close as I kissed her, my arms squeezing her small frame against me. “You look beautiful, sweetheart.”

“You do too.”

I kissed her again, forgetting that other people were there.

Charlie cleared his throat. “Are we going to see a wedding or…?”

“Free porn?” Clint teased.

I smiled slightly before I released her and stepped back.

The officiant cleared his throat like he was uncomfortable with the make-out session we’d just had. “Alright, let’s get started.” With his bible tucked under his arm and his courthouse form in hand, he started the ceremony.

I barely listened, too engrossed in her beauty to pay attention to what he said. Her eyes were brighter than they’d ever been, and her lips were in a smile more genuine than I’d ever seen before. When she spoke, I was pulled back to what we were doing.

“I do.” She squeezed my hands.

The officiant turned to me. “Do you take this woman to be your lawfully wedded wife—”

“Fuck yes.”

Everyone laughed at my response.

Carson chuckled. “Oh, I’ll never forget that. I’ll tell our kids someday.”

The officiant continued. “I now pronounce