“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 gonna fuck you, darlin’, just warming you up for when I get you home.” I move my mouth over her jaw and slowly make my way down her neck. Nipping along her smooth skin.
“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 gonna have an audience.” I remove my finger and replace it with two. It’s not like we’re completely exposed, but if anyone looks, they’ll find us.
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.
“The woman I married wouldn’t say that. She wouldn’t give up on her daughter.” His voice cracks in desperation, and I find myself holding my breath waiting for her to react.
“That’s not fair.”
“No, what’s not fair is that my wife is standing right in front of me, close enough for me to touch, but she won’t let me. You think you’re the only one who’s hurting through this, Kell? I’m fucking here. I’m doing everything I can to save us, and you don’t give a fuck.”
“We shouldn’t be listening to this,” Mackenzie whispers against my hand, bringing my attention back to her. She’s right. We shouldn’t. The last four months have been rough for Brooks and Kelly. The last thing they need is more people knowing how much they’re struggling. I nod once and slide my fingers from her, then quietly step back. She straightens her dress, takes my hand and we silently retreat back around the clubhouse without being noticed.