I can’t believe I’m even considering this. It’s crazy. It’s insane.
And yet…
I want to do it. I want to say yes and marry this man today. I want to be wild and reckless and do something just for me without thinking about anyone else for once in my life. I know my family might be upset, but we can hold a big reception to celebrate with them later.
This would just be about me and Trent.
Why can’t we get married today? I love him, he loves me. I trust him, more than I’ve ever trusted anyone, and I’m already committed to him. Why not make it official?
“Okay.”
His eyes widen, and his mouth twitches like he’s fighting back a smile. “Okay? Like, okay, you’ll marry me today?” He sounds giddy which only makes me more confident in my answer.
“I’ll marry you today.”
He moves quickly until his lips are brushing against mine, and he’s kissing me like he owns me, which I guess he does.
“I want Elise there.”
He nods his head, like he was expecting me to say that. “And I want to go out and buy a white dress.”
“Okay. I’ll organize everything else with the hotel concierge, and we’ll have a sunset wedding.”
He gives me a dazzling smile, and from the strain on my cheeks I can tell that it matches my own. We’re crazy, but at least we’re crazy together.
“You’re what?” Elise shrieks.
“I’m getting married. Tonight.”
“Are you insane?”
“Possibly. I mean, this is crazy, right?”
“Uh, yeah!” she says, looking at me like I’ve grown three heads.
I pace back and forth in front of where she sits on the edge of her bed, her jaw hanging open and her eyes wide. “This is totally unlike me, but it also feels right, ya know?”
“No, I don’t because this is crazy!”
I stop my pacing and grab her hands. “I love him. I love him so much more than I ever knew was possible, and I know I want to spend the rest of my life with him, so why wait? Why do we have to do what’s socially acceptable and wait a specified amount of time before officially starting our lives together? Why can’t we just decide and jump?”
Her mouth opens and closes several times before her shoulders drop. “You’re right.”
“I am?” I say, surprised she agreed with me so easily with how opposed she seemed to this only a few minutes ago.
She nods. “If you’re sure. You have to be sure though. Marriage is a big deal.”
“I know it’s a big deal, and I’m one hundred percent sure.”
She nibbles her lip like she’s nervous, her eyes darting down to the carpet and then back to me before she finally steadies her gaze and asks softly. “This isn’t because of what happened today with Dad, is it? This isn’t some knee-jerk reaction to avoid dealing with the fact that our father turned out to be an even bigger asshole than we already suspected?”
I sit down next to her. “I’ll admit seeing him today has probably had some impact on my decision, but mainly because he helped me see that a lot of things I’ve been blaming myself for all my life were never my fault. His leaving wasn’t my fault. Seeing Dad gave me answers that I didn’t completely know I’d been looking for. So part of this is definitely from seeing him, but it’s not a knee-jerk reaction. I’ve known Trent most of my life, and when our friendship started back up again, it felt like no time had passed from when we’d been friends before. We clicked, instantly. It was like we were meant to find each other that day and be in each other’s lives. We might’ve messed it up for a while, but that time apart showed us what the other person really means to us—at least it did for me, and based on things Trent’s said, it did the same for him.
“We know what it’s like to live without the other person, and we don’t want that. I’m sure, El. I’ve never been surer of anything in my entire life. Am I scared? A little, yeah. I know we’re going to face roadblocks and have highs and lows, but there’s no one else I want to figure those things out with than him. I love him. And I’m marrying him tonight, with or without your blessing, but I’d rather have it and have you there to support us.”
Elise tilts her head until it rests on my shoulder. “Of course, I support you. I still think you’re a little crazy, but if you’re sure and you’re happy, then you know I’ll be there.”
A weight lifts from my shoulders knowing I have my sister’s support. I wasn’t lying when I said I’d still marry him without her blessing, but it would’ve hurt to not have her there. To not have at least one member of my family present when I marry the love of my life.
She lets out a chuckle.
“What?” I ask.
“Nothing, this is just a very rock star thing for Trent to do. The tabloids are gonna go crazy.”
“Yeah, I’m trying not to think about that.”
“You know you’re going to have to deal with this for the rest of your life if you marry him, right? They’re gonna follow you around and be all up in your business.”
“I’m aware,” I say with a heavy sigh. It’s probably the one aspect of his life that I dislike the most. But I work in PR, and if anyone knows how to handle a situation, it’s me.
“Anyway, on to more exciting things.” I turn to my sister, a huge smile taking over my face. “You wanna help me pick out my wedding dress?”
The wedding is perfect, with beautiful soft lighting in a private garden ceremony that felt like Trent and I had found our own personal Garden of Eden. Afterward, we went out for drinks and celebratory dessert with Elise before going up to our hotel suite and having the most perfect night of wedded bliss any man or woman has ever had.
The bright sunlight filtering through our room the next morning wakes me up before Trent. So, I take it upon myself to wake him up with a very indecent good morning kiss.
“Fuckkk, Becka,” he groans as I take his stiffening cock inside my warm, wet mouth. I let it go with a pop and smile at him seductively.
“That’s Mrs. Bridger to you.”
His eyes smolder, and he grabs my head and pulls me up his body until our mouths mold together in a kiss that leaves us both breathless and hungry for more. We take our pleasure in each other, each rough thrust of his cock inside my body making my toes curl as pleasure swirls deliciously inside me. It doesn’t take us long to find our release together, and there’s something about being husband and wife that makes it feel sweeter and stronger when we do.
We shower and dress, and then noticing the time, say a quick goodbye to Elise and make a mad dash to the airport so we don’t miss our flight back to LA.
Time to face the music and break the news to the band.