Infatuation

“Oh God, that’s so beautiful.” I lean forward and whisper so only he can hear.

“No, you’re beautiful.” He smiles down at me before I’m told it’s my turn.

“Mackenzie, please recite your vows,” Brie interrupts our chat, causing a soft chuckle from our guests.

“Beau,”—I steady my voice and hold his hand tighter—“because of you my feet dance, my heart beats, and my eyes see. I laugh, I smile, and I dare to dream again. You’ve saved me in more ways than one.” My voice wobbles and I take a second to gather myself.

“You’re doing good, darlin’,” Beau encourages, bringing me back.

“You showed me what love feels like and because of that, I choose you to be none other than yourself. Loving what I know of you and trusting who you will become, I promise you my deepest love, my fullest devotion, and my tender care. Through the pressures of the present to the uncertainty of the future, I promise to always be faithful, to love you with actions, not just words. From this day forward, you won’t ever walk alone. As you have given me your heart to hold, I give you my life to keep.”

“I love you,” he whispers leaning down and kissing me before he’s meant to.

“The rings?” Brie shakes her head at our inability to stick to the rules. Nix steps forward and hands Beau the rings.

“Beau, please take Mackenzie’s hand and repeat these words after me. I give you this ring as a symbol of our love.”

Beau takes my hands and looks down at me. “Mackenzie, I give you this ring as a symbol of our love.” His rough voice washes over me as he slides the gold band down my finger.

“For today and tomorrow, and for all the days to come. Wear it as a sign of what we have promised on this day.”

“For today and tomorrow, and for all the days to come. Wear it as a sign of what we have promised on this day.” He brings my hand up to his mouth and presses his lips to my ring.

“And know my love is present, even when I am not.”

“And know my love is present, even when I am not, darlin’.” I smile at his slip in of darlin’.

“Mackenzie, please take Beau’s hand and repeat these words. I give you this ring as a symbol of our love, for today and tomorrow, and for all the days to come.” I follow her instruction word for word, while keeping my eyes firmly on Beau, only taking my eyes off him to slide his ring on his finger.

“Wear it as a sign of what we have promised on this day. And know my love is present, even when I am not.”

“Wear it as a sign of what we have promised on this day. And know my love is present, even when I am not.” He winks down at me when I look back up.

“Mackenzie and Beau, you have professed your love by exchanging your vows and you have symbolized your commitment by exchanging rings. With those two important things out of the way, there are a couple of questions I need each of you to answer.” Brie smiles at both of us before turning to Beau.

“Beau, do you take Mackenzie to be your wife, to live together in the covenant of marriage? Do you promise to love her, comfort her, honor and keep her, in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, be faithful to her as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” He gives his answer, no reservations, just pure total honesty.

“Mackenzie, do you take Beau to be your husband, to live together in the covenant of marriage? Do you promise to love him, comfort him, honor and keep him, in sickness and in health; and, forsaking all others, be faithful to him as long as you both shall live?”

“I do.” His hands squeeze mine briefly before a smile breaks out over his face.

“By the power vested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife. Beau, you may kiss your bride. Again.” Not needing to be told twice, Beau pulls me into his embrace, dips me back and takes my lips against his for the first time as my husband officially.

Once and for all, finally claiming me as his.

BEAU

“Just give me five minutes,” I whisper into her ear as I push her up against the brick wall of the clubhouse. It’s late and we should be cutting cake, but I dragged Mackenzie out of the marquee and around the far side of the clubhouse for some privacy.

“You, last five minutes?” she sasses as she shimmies her panties down her legs like I asked.

“Not go

“I’m going to need these back.” She hands me her panties then tilts her neck back, giving me better access.

“You’re not having them back tonight,” I tell her, and pocket the flimsy lace.

“You’re going to make me cut our wedding cake panty-less?” I reach down and hike her wedding gown up, sliding my hand along the inside of her thigh.

“You’ll be lucky if we make it to the cake.” My fingers find their prize. Pushing past her bare lips, I’m met with her arousal.

A soft whisper of pleasure flies out of her mouth and I push her further by sliding my finger into her tight heat.

“Beau.” Her hands move to my shoulders, her fingers pressing in as I push into her faster.

“Shh, darlin’, or we’re go

Her hips come forward at my intrusion, and I pick up my pace, wanting to pull just one orgasm out of her before we eat cake.

“Ahh, we so shouldn’t do this.” Her hips roll in time with my fingers, while her head rests back on the brick wall.

Her mouth says we shouldn’t, but her slick, wet cunt is telling me otherwise.

“Come on, darlin’, fuck my fingers.” I ignore her reservations and continue my pace.

“Beau, yes, there.” My fingers zone in on her favorite spot as my thumb finds her clit. Her breathing labors just as her walls tighten. Dropping my mouth to her neck, I run my tongue in a line of swirls, before biting down.

“Beau!” she shouts out, and I have to cover her mouth with mine to stifle her screams as she explodes over my fingers. Her pussy convulsing over and over again.

“Shh!” I pull back and chuckle at her inability to be quiet. Not even a little.

Her soft moans fade away as she eventually comes back to herself.

“Seeing you like this never gets old.” I slow my fingers, sliding them in and out of her at a lazy pace.

“You’re telling me.” She brings her arms up around my neck and pulls me down to meet her mouth in a deep hungry kiss. My cock is hard against my slacks, pre-cum wetting the inside of my boxers.

“What do you want from me, Brooks?”

I pull my lips back from Mackenzie and still my fingers as Kelly’s voice interrupts our impromptu make-out session. Mackenzie freezes, her thighs squeezing my hand to hold me in place.

“I don’t know, Kelly? How about you show me you’re trying.” Brooks follows her around, both of them walking past us and continuing around the front of the clubhouse. We weren’t expecting Kelly at the wedding today, but we were pleasantly surprised to see her hanging at the back of the marquee when the ceremony was over.

“I’m here, aren’t I? Came when I told you I didn’t want to.” A small gasp whispers over Mackenzie’s lips and I move my free hand over her mouth to stop her from revealing our presence.

They clearly don’t know we’re here, and it’s not like I want to listen in on them, but I also don’t want to interrupt them.

“I know this is hard for you, Kell. I’m trying to understand it all, but how do you expect me to act when you’re not open to wanting to remember.” Kelly doesn’t answer right away and I wonder if they’ve walked further around, until she responds.

“Maybe I don’t want to remember, Brooks.” Tears on my hand bring me back and I look back down at Mackenzie and realize she’s crying.