Forever After All - Kaylee Ryan Page 0,74

might need his best man, his brother.”

“Done.” Corbin offers Sara his arm, and they wait for their cue to begin their walk down the aisle.

I stand with McKenna, her arm linked with mine, my hand resting on her arm. I can’t seem to stop touching her, no matter where we are. “You ever think about your wedding day?”

“I have.”

“And?”

“And what?”

“Are you going to tell me about it?”

“That’s a conversation I should have with my future husband.”

“So tell me.”

She stiffens, then turns to look at me. “Rip?”

“When I think about my wedding day, it’s you walking toward me.”

“You’re up,” Dad says, tapping me on the shoulder.

I wink at a speechless McKenna as we begin our trek down the makeshift aisle. I know that I’ve come on strong, and I know I told myself I wasn’t going to push for more from her, but damn, the emotions of the day got to me.

I want Laramie to be right. I want us to be next. I’m more than ready to start my life with her. I know I need to slow down, but I’m ready for our forever.

“Can the wedding party please make their way to the dance floor?” the deejay announces.

“Finally,” I say, pushing back from the table and walking to the center of the barn, or in this case, the dance floor for the night. I’ve been sitting at the opposite end of the table as McKenna all night. I get it. That’s how my sister wanted it. Her girls on her side, his guys on his, but I’ve been itching to get my hands on my girl.

“If I didn’t know better, I’d say your sister is trying to torture us,” Corbin comments.

“Hey, cowboy.” I hear from beside me.

McKenna.

I pull her into my arms and twirl us around. “Have I told you how beautiful you are?”

“A time or two.”

“Well, it deserves to be said again. And again, and again,” I say, kissing the tip of her nose.

“Everyone is watching.”

“I don’t care who’s watching, Kenna. If I want to kiss my girlfriend, I’m going to kiss you. If they don’t like it, they can look away.”

“I guess it’s still hard for me to get used to this. Being together in front of our families.”

“You better get used to it. I’m not holding back. Like right now, I want to kiss you.”

“Do you now?” she asks, looking up at me.

I don’t answer her. Instead, I press my lips to hers. It’s just a quick kiss, but it’s more than that in meaning. She’s right, all eyes are on us, as the only three couples on the dance floor, and I don’t want to leave any room for questions. My actions are telling the entire room all that they need to know. McKenna and I are together, and nothing is coming between us. Well, maybe not that last part, but they’ll learn quickly enough. McKenna is my number one.

Over the next few hours, we tear up the dance floor. McKenna dances with my dad, her gramps, and I think every other man in attendance at the wedding. I hate it and love it at the same time. We’re all glad to have her home, but I want her all to myself. That’s fine. She’s already agreed to come home with me. So, while she’s dancing with them, I’m the one she’s sleeping next to. It’s not until after Colby slips my sister's garter off her that I’m able to get her back on the dance floor.

“We need all the single ladies,” the deejay announces when I just finally got my arms back around my girl.

She tries to pull away from me. “Where are you going? You’re not single,” I remind her.

She throws her head back and laughs. “Rip, by single, he means those who aren’t married.”

“Fine, is the minister still here?” I ask, making her laugh harder. She thinks I’m kidding, but I’d marry her this minute without a second thought.

“Mac!” Laramie calls out for her. “Get out there.”

“I’m trying,” she calls back, still laughing.

“She’s not single!” I yell out for my sister, and everyone in the room erupts with laughter.

“Let her go, brother,” Laramie tells me.

“Fine,” I grumble, fighting a grin. “Come back to me,” I say, kissing McKenna quickly.

“Always,” she assures me.

I watch as McKenna, Sara, and about a half dozen other single ladies, correction, unmarried women, gather in the center of the floor.

“Ready, ladies?” Laramie asks. She turns her back to them and counts to three. On three, she tosses her