My Big Fat Fake Wedding - Lauren Landish Page 0,148

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“You look beautiful, Violet,” Papa says as we walk. “So happy, which is all I’ve ever wanted for you, dear.”

“I am, Papa,” I tell him quietly so I don’t overshadow the soft music pumping through the home stereo system. No DJ this time, no orchestra, just a fancy sound system. It’s better that way. “I’m marrying for the right reasons, and I’ve found my happiness.”

Papa hums and kisses my cheek at the end of the aisle. “That’s my girl.”

The ceremony is simple, with none of the craziness that marred our last wedding. Father O’Flannigan talks about the specialness of love and living with an open heart and then performs the blessing over our interlocked hands.

This time, when I say my vows, I remember every word because I wrote them myself. Ross did the same.

“Sometimes, there are events in your life that are like big, flashing signs that things are going to change,” Ross says as he holds my hands. “Sometimes, though, those life-changing events happen so quickly, or so subtly, you don’t even notice them. For me, that event was the first day my little sister invited you over to play at our house. My life changed that day. And while it took me a long time to figure it out, I realize now that I want one thing in my life. You. To love you, to honor you . . . to be your husband. Forever.”

Kimberly’s openly crying, and I have to blink back tears as I reply. “I hated you. For so long, I thought you were my tormentor, the boy to haunt my dreams and make my school days a living nightmare. But then I saw through the teasing, the hard words, and saw the real you. The man you’ve become, the man I love with all my heart. Today, forever and always, I want to be yours. Your love, your woman, your wife. Forever.”

A minute later, we kiss, and as our family surrounds us, Father O’Flannigan gets a joke in. “So . . . about the marriage license. Should I sign it this time?”

Morgan is the quickest response. “You’d better have already done that months ago. That’s my daughter-in-law right there.” He tosses me a wink, and I remember how Ross said that Morgan didn’t want me to get hurt. That all along, he truly wanted what was best for everyone. He might’ve been a bit bumbling about it, but he was right in the end.

Ross was ready to settle down. I was too. And thanks to Abi’s scheming, we’ve actually got a true happily ever after of a marriage, not just a big, fat, fake wedding.

Ross

The bridal suite’s nowhere near as big as my penthouse . . . excuse me, our penthouse. Then again, the penthouse doesn’t have a view that can even hold a candle to the view outside our hut. With an unspoiled view of the beach and the ocean on one side and the Hawaiian jungle on the other, I can forgive the relative lack of bells and whistles.

Besides, the most beautiful vision I’ve ever seen stands in the doorway right now, her red slip clinging to every curve as she hungrily traces my naked body with her eyes. I’ll admit that I flex a bit for her.

“You’re gorgeous,” I murmur as Violet climbs onto the bed, the hem riding high enough on her hip to show me that she’s not wearing any panties underneath. I don’t know what it is about my girl going commando, but knowing that she’s not wearing panties now, and in fact hasn’t worn any panties since we left for our honeymoon, certainly had me hard as a rock on the entire flight across the Pacific.

“You’re just saying that because you want to have sex with me,” Violet purrs, leaning down to dangle her dark hair around our faces and envelope us in a shadowy cave. “Admit it.”

I wrap my arms around her, flipping her over in the soft bed and making Violet squeal in surprise. “I’ll admit one thing. I love everything about you,” I growl before showering her neck with kisses. “I especially love the way your pussy feels when you cream all over my cock.” I thrust against her, sliding along her slippery seam but not entering her yet, teasing us both with what we want.

Violet purrs underneath me, our hands touching and exploring each other as we celebrate our marriage. It’s been a long, twisty road, and in the future, I’m