Page 41 of Aisle Be The Groom (Bristlecone Springs #1)

OZZIE

“ M eet me at the new stable. I’ll be waiting with your something blue.”

A smile stretched across my lips, and the nervous butterflies in my stomach calmed down. The text message was from Gray. I quietly tucked my phone away in case Rowan saw me. Between him and Opie, I couldn’t say who was more anal about my wedding being perfect, which meant no distractions from the outside world, including Gray. In the past I would have been freaking out about every single detail too, but I just wanted to marry my man already. I’d made us wait long enough.

You’ll see your groom in a hot minute, sweetie, but this is our time to make you shine.

Despite Rowan’s words ringing in my ears, I knew I had to meet Gray. In the eighteen months since we’d been together, I’d never not meet him in our little secret places around the ranch. Whether it was to find him naked on top of a bed of straw or a candlelit dinner by the creek, every moment was always an adventure.

On our wedding day wouldn’t be an exception.

“I can’t believe we forgot the something blue!” Rowan fretted, flitting about the room like a disoriented moth. “How did we forget it? Your wedding can’t be complete without the something blue.”

“Rowan, take a deep breath.” It felt good to be the calm, sensible one at my wedding. I’d always thought I’d be a hot mess, but it turned out when you knew you were marrying the right groom, there wasn’t much to worry about.

“You don’t understand. This wedding is supposed to make my name.” He adopted a sheepish expression. “Not that that’s the reason we’re here, but business has been slow. What with Gray’s influence, I was finally able to get a newspaper with a decent readership to cover the wedding. By the way, thanks for going along with it. I appreciate you and Gray so much, darling.”

I rose to my feet and patted Rowan’s shoulders. “Don’t worry so much. I have a feeling the something blue will turn up. And didn’t Opie leave to see what he could find?”

“I just feel like I’m letting you down.”

“You are not. You are a splendid wedding planner. After the way you handled Matty’s and Hudson’s ceremony, there was no question that you would do our wedding justice.”

“But there’s was small.”

“And perfect just the way they wanted it to be. Now you’ve given Gray and me the wedding we’ve dreamed of, and it’ll be amazing.”

Tears popped into Rowan’s eyes, and he inhaled deeply then let out the air. “I’m sorry I’m freaking out on your big day. I should be the one calming you down. By the way, why are you this calm?”

I couldn’t help my grin. “Today I get to marry the man who loves me most in this world. I get to be Ozzie Magnuson. What’s to be anxious about? Now I’m going to take a few minutes alone before we head out for the ceremony. I suggest you drink a glass of wine and put your feet up until I get back.”

“But where are you going?”

“Don’t worry. I won’t be long.”

Hopefully.

Slipping from the room, I took off down the hall, my heart beating fast in rhythm to my quick steps. The stables weren’t far, but I didn’t want to run into anyone, so I slipped out back.

The new stable didn’t house any horses yet, but it already had that distinct smell of straw, wood, and leather. I pushed the heavy door open and peered inside. The mystical interplay of light and shadow dappled the hay-bales and painted soft luminescent patches on the worn wall planks. It was just like Gray to choose a place like this for our secret rendezvous.

“Gr—oh!”

Familiar, powerful arms wrapped around me and pulled me into a warm embrace.

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack before I even get married?” I scolded softly, feeling the familiarity of Gray’s cheek against my temple.

“Now why would I do that? This is the best day of my life.”

Gray shoved the door closed, plunging us into the dim light filtering through the slats high in the barn walls.

“I can’t see much of you,” I whispered.

“It’s the best compromise. If Rowan knew I lured you here and saw you before we walked down the aisle, he would have a heart attack.”

Giggling, I turned around in his arms and wrapped my arms around Gray’s neck. “You’d think the fate of the world rests in our wedding today.”

“But of course it does.” He cupped my backside and pulled me up against him. “Don’t you know if I don’t make you legally mine today there will be no shortage of natural disasters that would happen? I simply must marry you, my love.”

Oh god. Eighteen months later, and I melted every time he called me that. “You promised me something blue?”

“I’ll definitely give it to you.”

Gray lowered his head and kissed me. When his tongue unfurled into my mouth, I groaned against him and succumbed to the heat warming the blood through my veins. Anyone could sleep with their groom on their honeymoon. But Gray…my man would sneak us out somewhere to get a quickie before our wedding.

I’d never felt more loved than being with him.

“We have to be quick,” I whispered in between kisses. “Or Rowan will send an army to find us.”

“Bossy little twink needs to find himself a man,” Gray growled.

Chuckling, I cupped his erection, and then I wasn’t laughing anymore. Just feeling the weight of him behind the fabric made me ache to feel that bulge claiming and stretching me.

“Oh Gray,” I moaned. “I want to feel you inside me when I’m walking down the aisle.”

“Yes.” He pulled me into one of the stalls and placed my hands against the rough wood. “Hold on tight. Tonight I’ll love every inch of your beautiful body but for now…”

He undid my belt buckle and slid his hands into the waistband of my trousers. The anticipation was thick and tangy in the stale barn air, full of promise and desire. He slipped my pants down carefully, a hungry growl escaping his lips. “You’re wearing lace.” He ran his fingertips over the black lace covering my ass.

“You were supposed to find out after the wedding.”

“You know seeing you in lace always drives me wild. So fucking sexy the way the material hugs your ass.”

The sound of a zipper lowering echoed in the silent stable. He quickly shoved his pants and underwear down his thighs. Gray’s fingers slipped between the lace and my skin, making me shiver. His touch was electrifying, every nerve ending coming alive as if charged by a bolt of lightning.

“I can’t wait any longer, love,” he muttered, pressing his arousal against my backside. The pressure made my knees weak, my whole body felt like it was on fire. I couldn’t help but push back onto him.

“Neither can I,” I whined, widening my stance and arching my back. “Fuck me, Gray.”

“The next time I fuck you after this, I’ll be your husband, Ozzie.” Something warm and squishy rubbed between my cheeks. Gray slipped two fingers inside me, preparing me for his girth. His fingers deftly moved within me, stretching me, making my breaths come out in gasps.

“Please, Gray. I’m ready.”

“Yes, you are.” The thick head of his cock throbbed against my hole. “Hang on, sweetheart.”

Gray entered me swiftly, seating himself entirely inside of me in one powerful thrust. I cried out, gripping the wood tighter as a tremor shook my body.

A grunt escaped Gray. “Feels good, baby?”

“Uh huh.” I bit my bottom lip to hold back my cries. He pulled out and pushed in roughly again, the sound of his pelvis slapping into my cheeks echoing around us. Every thrust sent jolts of pleasure shooting through me. The world outside the stable ceased to exist as everything narrowed down to Gray and the incredible sensations he was creating within me.

“Fuck yes,” he grunted. “I love hearing the sound of your ass backing up on my cock.”

His hand connected with my right cheek then left. Fuck. The pain radiated through me in pleasure, and I threw my ass back into his thrusts. The sound of my hole slurping him down accompanied by his primal groans drove me wild.

“Yes, yes, yes,” I chanted in time with each thrust. “Fuck me, Gray. Love the way your cock ruins my hole.”

My words spurred him on, and his thrusts came faster, rougher, rubbing against my prostate. Oh shit, I couldn’t get cum on my clothes, but I couldn’t hold it in. A cry tore from me just as something soft wrapped around my cock. Gray let out a low grown and emptied himself inside of me.

“I’ve got you, love,” he muttered between gasps for air, his fingers deftly working me over, the silk of his handkerchief providing the barrier I needed. The heat building within me exploded in a rush, my vision blurring as I came hard into his waiting grasp.

We collapsed against each other, spent and panting. His breath was warm on my neck, chest rising and falling rapidly against my back. With a final thrust and a soft groan, Gray pulled out.

“Oh my god. Gray that was incredible.”

“We’re incredible together.”

“Yes, but I don’t think that counts as something blue.” I chuckled, shaking my ass at him, knowing the effect it had on him.

He groaned. “Don’t shake that thing at me when I can’t take advantage of it again so soon.” He rustled into his pants. “I’ve got your something blue right here.”

Gray waved a blue buttplug in front of me, a wicked grin playing on his lips. “Do you like it?”

I swallowed, but still unable to speak, I nodded.

“Now I’ve made you speechless.” Laughing, he pressed the buttplug against my entrance, spreading me open. The invasion was slow and methodical, allowing me time to adjust to the feeling of being kept open but full at the same time.

“There. Now we’re ready to get married.” He kissed my cheek and took a step back. “You’ve already made me the happiest man, Ozzie.”

“That’s my line.”

“Who says we can’t have the same line?”

Throat thick with emotion, I dressed quietly next to him. “You think Rowan will notice the wrinkles?” I asked.

“I’m sure you can think of something to explain them.”

He let us out of the stall, his hand on the small of my back. “The next load I put inside you tonight, Ozzie, will be as your husband.”

“I can’t wait.” I tilted my head and he kissed me briefly. “Now I must go or we’ll have a crime scene on our hands instead of a wedding.”

I hurried back to the house, too giddy with happiness to care if Rowan had a fainting spell over the slight wrinkles in my pants. Still, I made a quick stop at a bathroom to fix myself as best as I could. I stood before the mirror, adjusting the cravat, flattening the ruffles on the front of my shirt. The hint of a smile tugged at the corners of my mouth as I looked at my reflection. I was about to marry the love of my life.

I left the comfort of the bathroom and followed the sound of muffled voices. Rowan and Opie were waiting, pacing up and down in a frenzy. At my entrance, they stared at me with wide eyes.

“Ozzie...” Rowan pointed a finger accusingly at me.

“I was being clumsy and fell,” I lied smoothly, brushing off his scrutiny.

“Might I ask if that fall landed you on Gray’s dick?” Opie raised his chin, his gaze disapproving.

“I’m not…saying that at all.” But the heat in my cheeks no doubt gave me away.

“Your jacket will hide most of it,” Rowan said. “Just let me fix this curl right here…”

Together he and Opie fussed over my appearance, tidying up the loose strands of hair and trying their best to straighten the wrinkles in my clothes. Their fingers fluttered with an odd mix of disapproval and excitement, the scandal of my pre-wedding escapade adding a spark to their eyes even as they chided me for my recklessness.

“Oh, I did get you something blue.” Opie took out a pocket square. “Daddy was wearing this, and I snatched it from him, so I guess it also counts as something borrowed.”

“Actually I don’t need it. I already have something blue, but thank you. I really appreciate all you and Rowan have done for my wedding.”

Rowan gave me the side eye. “The last I remember, your drawers were black lace so unless you changed them…”

“They’re still black.” I cleared my throat and turned away. “Just trust me, I am wearing something blue.”

Opie grinned. “Damn, Ozzie. Now I’m curious.”

“But look at the time! I don’t want to keep Gray waiting for the wedding march. No time to explain!”

“It’s okay to be fashionably late for your own wedding.”

“What for? I can’t wait to marry this man, so why torture myself?”

We had beautiful weather, which I was grateful for even though we had a backup plan to use the barn if it rained. Opie and Rowan flanked me to the wedding site, a beautiful stretch of green adorned with white and blue flowers.

I’d always dreamed of a beach wedding, but my reality was so much better. My heart swelled at the sight before me—of the people of the town I now called family, even if my mothers hadn’t been able to make the wedding.

“Mom! Mom!”

I blinked at the sight of my mothers as if they would vanish into thin air. They hurried toward me, their floral dresses flapping in the wind. Both their arms came around me, hugging me.

“Ozzie, you look so beautiful.”

“But I don’t understand.” I grabbed both their hands. “Because of the hurricane you weren’t going to make it.”

“Gray sent a private jet for us,” Mother said. “That man really loves you, sweetheart. We could not be more sincere in walking you down the aisle and giving you away to the man we know will take care of you.”

The soft tunes of violins filled the air, marking the beginning of the procession. Matty and Hudson went first, wearing identical navy suits with pale blue ties, followed by Opie and Lawson. Gertie’s great grandson acted as our ring bearer, followed by Ivy, who ran out of flowers on the way, backtracked to pick up a few, and returned it to her basket to continue her role as the flower girl. Finished with her task, she ran straight to Matty with her arms outstretched for him to pick her up.

Hearts Steady as the Rain” by Wyatt Rivers started to play. Gray and I had chosen it rather than the traditional wedding march.

“Ready honey?” Mom asked.

Truth was, I was ready almost a year ago. “Yes.”

Everyone rose from their chairs as I emerged. Their smiles and well-wishes washed over me as I stepped forward, my mothers on either side of me. The sun was a gentle kiss on my skin, the breeze cool against my heated cheeks. I took in deep breaths of fresh air, trying to calm the butterflies in my stomach and the tremble in my fingers.

The walk down the aisle seemed to last forever, yet not long enough. My eyes found Gray at the end, waiting by the altar. His smile was heaven itself as he watched me approach, love reflecting in every facet of his expression.My heart thudded loudly against my chest as our hands finally came together. Gray’s strong fingers closed around mine and time seemed to stop.

“Continue to take care of our son, Gray,” Mom said.

Gray didn’t take his eyes off me. “I’ll take care of him and protect him with my life. You don’t have to worry about him.”

His voice was soft, yet steady, echoing the vow in his eyes. And I knew, without a doubt, he would keep his word.

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