Fuck. Me.

Molly had just stepped out of the house and was walking slowly toward me... and she was so beautiful. Her long, brown hair had been swept away from her face, held up by a white rose. Her dress was white lace, sleeveless, high-necked, and hugged every part of her stunning body. Finally, she held a bouquet of white roses in her hands-and she was gripping onto them as though her life depended on it.

I couldn't help but smile as she kept her eyes on the floor. She hated attention, even this small affair, but when she nervously darted those golden browns to meet mine, a relieved smile tugged on her lips, her shoulders relaxed, and she never looked away from me as she made it to my outstretched hand.

As soon as her hand met mine, I leaned in and whispered, "Hey, Mol."

Blushing, she replied, "Hey, you," and we both broke into laughter, the tension dissipating to excitement and happiness.

"You look beautiful," I said quietly, and the pastor cleared his throat. His face was humored, and narrowing my eyes at his subtle reprimand, I stepped back, signaling for him to begin the ceremony.

I couldn't exactly go apeshit at a man of God now, could I?

After listening to the pastor's advice and prayers, and bible readings from Uncle Gabe and Ally, it was time for the vows. We'd decided to write our own, and, gripping onto Mol's hands and clearing my throat, I began.

"Molly. Last year, you captured my heart, being exactly who you are-the kindest, most supportive person I've ever known. Not only did you make me fall madly in love with you, but you became my best friend and got me through both good and bad times. You're the reason I smile every morning and you are the person who gives me comfort when I'm down. You believed in me when no one else did, and you showed me how to love when I never thought I could. But most of all, you gave me your unconditional acceptance."

Reaching out, I wiped a tear from Mol's eye. "I'm not sure a lifetime is long enough to try to give you all that you have given me, but I promise I will spend all of my days striving to make you happy. I will laugh and cry with you, and if you run, I'll be right there running beside you. I promise to love you forever, and I promise, when the day comes, that I will be the best daddy a child could hope for."

Tears blurred my vision, but I needed to finish. "I have never been more certain of anything in my life as I am that we were always meant to be. We are better together than apart, and no matter what happens in our lives, I know that waking up and seeing you each morning will always be the best part of my day."

"Romeo... that was beautiful..." Molly whispered tearfully, and I had to fight to keep my emotions in check too. Sniffing and crying sounded all around us, but I only had eyes for my girl.

"Molly, your vows, please," the pastor instructed, even his voice sounding a little husky.

Pulling herself together and straightening her shoulders, Molly spoke. "Romeo. If someone had told me a year ago that I would be standing here, marrying my soul mate at age twenty-one, I would never have believed them. If someone would've told me all that we would go through as a couple, I would never have believed them." She shook her head in disbelief and pressed her soft hand against my chest, her golden eyes fixed on mine. "You saved me, Rome. You saved me from a life of loneliness. You showed me there was more to life than I'd been awarding myself, and you showed me how to depend on you and to let you into my heart. I will laugh and cry with you too, and I promise you I will never run from you again and will forever stand by your side. My father told me that one day I would understand what it would be like to give someone the gift of my soul, and I do understand-I gave it to you from the very first moment we met. You are my everything, Romeo Prince, and I can't wait to spend the rest of my life next to the best man I've ever known."

The minute she finished, I dived on her lips. Fuck waiting. Her vow to me was incredible and more than I could ever have hoped for.

Breaking away, I stroked her face and said, "I love you, baby. I love you so much."

"I love you, too," she said through happy tears.

A cough pulled our attention, and the pastor smiled, holding up an open Bible. "If we exchange the rings, I can pronounce y'all husband and wife, and you can get back to your kissing."

Looking at Molly and our friends, we all started to laugh, and Austin handed me the ring.

"Molly, I love you. With this ring, let it be known that I choose you above all others. Let it be known that with this ring, I promise to be with you for eternity, until death do us part." Slipping that platinum ring on Mol's finger did something to me. I felt reborn. Like the past, all the abuse and unhappiness, was finally buried, and only an exciting and perfect future with my girl awaited. I felt like, for the first time in years, I truly liked who I was, and it was all due to the girl before me, binding herself to me forever in every possible way.

Ally handed Molly the ring, and she took hold of my left hand. "Romeo, I love you. With this ring, let it be known that I choose you above all others. Let it be known that with this ring, I promise to be with you for eternity, until death do us part."

"And by the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife." The pastor faced me with an amused smile. "Romeo, you may now kiss your bride... again."

I didn't waste any time and took Molly's mouth with mine, softly, savoring every moment of this unbelievable feeling taking hold.

Molly was my wife.

36.

Pulling my new wife closer in my arms, I whispered, "You ready to go?"

Her bite on her bottom lip and her hooded eyes told me she was. I stood and faced our guests, who were finishing up eating. "Guys, we're heading out."

Ally jumped to her feet in protest. "No, you haven't done the first dance yet!"

Shit. I looked down to Molly, who had surprise written all over her face.

"First dance? But there's hardly anyone here. We don't have to do a first dance." I smiled as she tried to get out of it, but I held out my hand, an expectant look on my face.

Sighing in defeat, she took my offered hand and I pulled her to the small patio, surrounded by thousands of white lights. Ally ran to the stereo and the opening bars of our wedding song played. Molly glanced up at me, eyes glistening.

"Romeo... how?"

Stroking a loose piece of hair from her face, I said, "A few months ago you told me about this song. I thought it could be our tribute to your folks by making it our song too."

I remembered that day so well...

"Mol? Where are you, baby?"

I found Molly stood in the kitchen of our new place, making breakfast, music playing beside her from her iPhone speakers. I saw her shoulders shaking and I panicked. I instantly moved in behind her, wrapping my arms around her waist.

"What's wrong, baby?"

Turning into my chest, she smiled a watery smile and set to wiping at her tears. "It's silly. I'm being silly."

I knew I was frowning. I was so lost as to what the hell was happening. "Mol, tell me what's wrong. Has something bad happened?"

Laughing through her sobs, she said, "No, I promise, Rome. It's just..."

"What?"

"This song." Her eyes met mine, and I knew I still looked just as confused.

"You're upset because of this song?"

"Not upset." I watched as she took a deep breath, and I lifted her to the counter, cupping her face so I could see her better as I placed myself between her legs.

"You're going to have to explain, baby. Why are you crying because of a song?"

"It was my mother's favorite song. My dad would play it on their wedding anniversary, a kind of tribute, I suppose. It's kind of a tradition... a good one. I loved it, looked forward to it every year. He did it so I would know my mum in some small way, and you know what? It did make me understand her a little. After Dad died, my grandma continued to do it for them both. And well, when she passed too, it was something I continued doing for myself. When I hear it, it feels like they are all somehow still with me."

I let myself exhale and pressed my forehead to hers. It was her parents' wedding anniversary? Fuck. I didn't know what the hell to say in response, so I simply said, "I love you, baby."

Brushing a kiss on my lips, she whispered, "I love you too."

Sting's "Fields of Gold" played as my wife and I swayed on the spot, happy tears falling from Molly's eyes. I knew I'd done right by this song. It was meaningful to her, and now it would forever remind her of this day. No words needed to be said, and I knew she would understand why I'd chosen it-I wanted her to feel like her family was here, in some small way.

Our family and friends stood and watched us take our first dance as man and wife and eventually joined us on the floor.

It was perfect.

As the last few bars played out, Molly lifted her head, her hand pressed to my cheek, and she whispered, "Let's go, Rome. I need to have you alone."

"Christ, how many damn buttons are on this dress!" I complained as I tried to get my girl naked, the long line of tiny pearl buttons at the back of the dress dangerously close to being ripped apart due to my increasing frustration.

"Hurry," Molly ordered, her voice rough with need. We were in a private luxury cabin. We picked somewhere off the beaten track, completely secluded, for our first night together as a married couple.

As I unfastened the last button, I pushed the tight dress apart and it fell to the floor.

Fuck. Me.

"Mol, you're friggin' killing me," I groaned as she stood before me in a white lace bustier, tiny white lace panties, white stockings and a friggin' garter wrapped around her thigh.

Smiling, she asked, "You like?"

"I fuckin' love!" I croaked, my cock nearly bursting through the zipper in my damn tight pants. I quickly rid myself of my jacket and shirt, snapping the fly to give my crushed dick some relief.

Molly stood before me, looking like a virginal goddess, and my hands twitched, needing to touch her. "Get on the bed, baby," I instructed, watching her tight ass as she climbed on the mattress and sat up on her knees, waiting for what came next.

"Lose the bustier."

With an excited smile, Molly began unhooking the tight contraption. She was pushing her luck, taking her sweet time, and by the playful glint in her eyes, she knew she almost had me at my breaking point.

"Don't fuck with me, Mol." I warned. "I'm barely holding it together here."

Reaching into my boxers, I stroked along my dick. Her wide eyes watched the movement, and with a final pull, the lingerie dropped to the cream-colored bed and her full breasts were completely on show.

"Touch them," I growled, pointing to her breasts. I roved my eyes down her insane body. The only thing left was the stockings, garter belt and the panties. The panties were a problem.

Flushing in excitement, Molly moved her hands over her chest, slowly palming the flesh, tugging on her nipples, and closing her eyes in pleasure.

I fucking broke.

Marching to the bed, I crawled over Molly, knocking away her hands. "Enough, they're mine now."

I cut off her surprised giggle with my lips. I plunged my tongue straight in her mouth and she pushed hers against mine, her fingernails scratching along my back. My hand wandered south and I stroked my fingers over her hip and into the waistband of her panties.

"I need these off," I said as I broke my lips from Molly's and shifted until my face was met with the tiny scrap of white lace.

"Romeo... please..." Mol moaned as she ran her fingers through my hair.

The panties took all of two seconds to remove, and I sat back, just drinking in the amazing picture that was my wife. Christ! My wife. I almost groaned out loud at how fucking happy that thought made me.

Smoothing my hands back up Mol's thighs, I lifted her right knee and placed it across my shoulder. Laying a kiss on her white-and-blue garter, I smiled up at her half-closed eyes and said, "This stays on," and hooking my finger under the top of the white stockings, said, "These too."

"Okay."

Focusing between her legs, I leaned in and licked along her center in one long swipe, her hips rocketing forward at the action. "Mmm, baby, so fuckin' sweet."

"Romeo, please, I need... need..." she murmured, fisting my hair.

"Say it, baby. I want to hear you say it," I demanded.

With a shuddering breath, she rasped out, "Lick me... please..."

Moving back in, my girl's pleas spurring me on, I sucked on her clit, sinking two fingers into her channel. I worked her good, each passing second bringing her closer to the edge and my need growing more and more desperate.

"Rome! I'm... I'm..." Molly's legs stiffened and with a loud scream, she broke, coming hard against my tongue.

I moved back, watching my girl catch her breath, her eyes closed, and I lost all restraint. In seconds, I yanked off my pants and boxers and, pulling Mol's leg toward me, ran the garter down her thigh, her calf, and off her foot.

Opening her eyes, she asked, "What...?"

"Move to the headboard, baby." Molly did as I asked. "Clasp your hands around one of the railings. I want to play." She lifted her hands slowly, intertwining her hands on one of the white metal railings, and, taking the garter, I moved above her, securing her hands so she couldn't move. Her brown eyes brightened with excitement and her foot ran up my thigh and rubbed up against my cock.

"You want it, Mrs. Prince?" I asked, shifting closer until I straddled her chest.

"Come here," Mol said and took me into her mouth, my head snapping back on a hiss.

"Fuck, baby, that feels so good."

She moaned and the vibrations almost drove me insane. It was too much. I needed to be in her, needed to take the final steps in making her my wife.

Pulling out of her mouth, I shifted between her legs and wrapped her ankles around my back. Molly tested the strength of the garter with a pull on her hands, but it held tight, and an eager flush crept up her tanned skin.

"You ready, baby?"

"God, yes. Make love to me, Rome." That was all the encouragement I needed, and in one quick thrust, I pushed in to the hilt, both of us groaning out in pleasure.

Reaching up, I ran my fingers through her hair, staring right in her eyes as I pushed in and out of her warmth. "I love you, Mol. I love you so much," I said, pressing kisses along her cheeks and lips.

"I love you too, babe."

Her hips rocked against mine, and as I stared into her eyes, I knew I needed to feel her hands on me, her wrapped arms around me as I came.

Reaching up with one hand, I snapped the material loose, and Molly immediately held me close, her nose tucking into the crook of my neck.

Her moans increased, her breath getting faster as my pace increased. "Romeo... I'm going to come," she whispered, clutching my arms.

I pounded into my girl even faster, the motion making her scream out her release, the feel of her tight core taking me with her too.

"Fuuccckkkkkk..." I groaned as I stilled and came, the muscles in my neck straining with the severity of my orgasm.