“I’m the only man on this Earth who’ll ever know your body like this. Just like you’re the only woman who’ll ever know mine. I know people gave us both shit about not seeing what else was out there. That we might one day wonder if we should’ve dated other people or some stupid shit like that, but I can promise you you’ll never have that thought. Because there won’t be a day I won’t give you everything you could ever need or want.”
I cum at his words, my body giving in to the passion. His mouth takes mine, muffling the sounds of my orgasm. When I finally come back down from my peak, Anthony is straightening my dress with a satisfied smirk on his face. He looks as if he was the one that just got to cum.
“How did I get so lucky with you?”
“It’s not luck, princess. It’s fate. You were born for me, and I was born for you.” It’s true. We came into this world minutes apart, our families already linked together. We were always meant to be.
A knock sounds at the door, pulling us from our moment.
“Your brother’s here,” Anthony says, licking the finger he just used to get me off. He adjusts himself to try to hide his erection before opening the door to the entrance of the chapel.
“Jesus, Sam! What the fuck happened to you?”
“I don’t want to talk about it,” I hear my brother respond, and I turn to see him looking like he got in a fight. His clothes are a little wrinkled, and a bruise is forming on his jaw.
“Who did that to you? Are you okay?” I push past Anthony to get a better look at my brother. I’ve never seen Sam come out of a fight he didn’t win. In fact, I don’t think I’ve ever seen someone land a blow on him. He’s as big as our dad, and most people don’t even try. Normally, just a look from Samuel did the job.
“It’s not a fight if I don’t fight back.”
“She do that to you?” Anthony asks as he eyes my brother. “She give you the slip?”
“She? Who’s ‘she?’ Wait, your skip was a woman?” I’d never heard of them going after a girl before.
“I got her. Let’s do this wedding. I’ve got to get back to her before she…” He pauses for a second, searching for his words. “Gets away.”
“You know what? I don’t even want to know,” I say, pushing past them. But before I can move, Anthony has me by the waist, pulling me back to him.
“While I love seeing the just-fucked look on you, princess, no one else gets to.”
Sam rolls his eyes and leaves, mumbling that he’ll meet me out front.
“Fix your lipstick, and I’ll meet you at the altar.” Placing a kiss on my nose, he follows Sam’s path. Quickly fixing my make-up and hair, I grab my purse. Feeling it vibrate, I pull out my phone. Five missed calls from my dad and one from my mom. Shit. I’m not even checking those messages right now.
When I make it out to Sam, I see he has his phone to his ear. I can tell by the look on his face he’s talking to Mom.
“No,” I mouth to him, and he nods his head in agreement. “Ma,” he says, but I can tell she must still be rambling on. “Ma. I’m on a date. Can I call you back?”
“A date!” I can hear her excitement through the phone, and I roll my eyes at him. Why did he have to say that? Now she’s going to have a million questions. “Ma. Slow down. Like I said, I’m on a date.”
He pauses for a second, listening to whatever it is she’s saying. Sam never has dates and has never talked about a girl or brought one around so I’m wondering why he said that. He should have known that wouldn't have gotten him off the phone with Mom any faster. “She’s the one,” he says to her, but he’s looking at me. I’m sure my eyes are bugged out. “I really gotta go, Mom. I love you. When I see Mary I’ll tell her to call you.” With that, he hangs up the phone.
“The one?” I ask.
“Today’s about you, Mary.” He grabs my arm, pulling me close to him, locking our arms together.
“Any last words?” I tease, looking up at him as we wait for the doors to open, allowing me to walk down the aisle.
“Not a one.”
“There isn't another person I’d rather give you to. In fact, if you tried to run right now I’d cuff you to Anthony myself.”
“I love you.”
“I love you, too.”
The doors part, revealing Anthony and the pastor standing at the end of the aisle, and my eyes instantly fill with tears. His dark hair is still a little tousled from our makeout session.
We walk down the aisle, and I can tell it takes everything in Anthony not to just come and pick me up and make me move fast to get to the end. But he’s patient and waits for me to get to him. He’s more patient than anyone I’ve ever met, and it’s one of the things I love most about him.