Her Journey (Her Series Book 2) (29 page)

“You better watch where you’re going. I might have to drag you into one of these rooms and fuck you before things even get started,” I growled, grabbing onto Melia’s hips. She laughed against my lips.

“Try it, big man. I dare you. Ryan would tear your head off if you messed this day up.” Melia wrapped a hand around my neck as she leaned up on her tiptoes. “You can fuck me as soon as this is over. I’ll even keep the dress and heels on.”

“Mmm. Kinky. I like it.” I playfully slapped her ass as she stepped away with a wink before heading up the stairs. Fucking woman drove me crazy. She was about as insatiable as I was. Always finding a new corner or place to make me pin her to the wall, floor, counter, whatever was handy. Of course, I only went along because I had to please my woman. Well, that was true, but I certainly enjoyed it as well.

Snapping out of my thought about fucking Melia, I went back to Ryan to tell her we were all ready to go. I’m sure someone else was making sure the guests were seated and the music and minister were ready too, but that wasn’t for me to worry about.

The procession went quickly, finally leaving just Ryan and me alone in the house waiting for our turn to walk down the aisle.

“You look beautiful, sis,” I whispered in her ear, giving her a kiss on the cheek before holding out my arm for her to loop hers through.

Walking down the aisle, seeing Melia standing there with the two babies in her arms and a broad smile on her face, melted my heart. I knew then and there, I was going to have to make that woman my wife. There was no doubt about it. How I hadn’t thought to ask her before that moment, I have no idea. It was clear as day, a beaming light in my mind.

I stared at her the rest of the wedding, not paying any attention to the vows and exchange of rings. I couldn’t wait for it to be over.

Once Ryan and Dirty disappeared back into the house and the ceremony was over, the after-party began. I quickly handed off the babies to some of the women in the procession and tugged Melia away from the others, around the corner of the house for privacy.

“What are you doing, you crazy man?” Melia laughed even as she shook her head at me.

“I can’t wait.”

“What? Here? We will so get caught.” Melia giggled even as she slid her panties down her legs, giving me a glimpse of her thigh highs. “You better be quick.”

“Little one, that’s not what I’m talking about.” I tucked her panties in my pocket though.

“Oh.” She frowned, confused. Grabbing both her hands, I sank to one knee in front of her.

“Will you be my wife? You are the most important thing in my life and I’m never letting you go anyway, so will you be mine?” I winked at her. It was a formality. Married or not, she was mine.

“Absolutely. On one condition.” Melia winked back and tugged on me until I was standing.

“What condition?” I asked, arching an eyebrow.

“That you fuck me right here, right now.”

“Done.”

The End… Stay tuned for Monk’s Story