Page 35 of Knot Your Bridezilla (High Fructose Corn Syrup Verse #2)

AVRIL

It was hard to imagine life without wedding planning. Even beyond the year and a half I’d planned for the wedding, I had spent over a decade brainstorming ideas for it.

I thought I would feel a sense of loss, but there was just relief.

It was done, and I didn’t have to do it anymore.

No more planning. No more spreadsheets.

A weight that I didn’t even know I had was off my shoulders, and now all I wanted to do was relax… and I’d come to the perfect place for it.

I was lying on silky smooth hotel sheets in a five-star honeymoon suite. It was an actual four-poster bed with a sheer canopy—I’d only seen one of those in movies before. Through the slit in the canopy, I could see all the way to the window, to the view of the Kohala and the Kohala coast.

David was in the shower, washing off the flight, as he’d called it. So I had the bed all to myself. I did my best to sprawl like a starfish and take up every corner.

This was exactly what I needed after all of that planning. I deserved the world’s most decadent naptime right now.

My phone’s buzzing interrupted my sleepy vibes.

I sighed, leaning over to the dresser to find out who dared to disturb my slumber. Then I swiped to accept the video immediately when I saw it was from my Momma Rain.

As soon as the call went through, my screen lit up with my Momma looking serene, smiling peacefully in the hospital bed. She looked perfect, even after going through labor and all that went into popping out a miniature and screaming little human.

“Hey, my sweetest love. I’m sorry that we couldn’t stay for the reception.” Momma Rain sighed.

“It’s not your fault my newest sibling was being demanding and wanted to come out early.” I smiled at her.

I actually had all of my family there for the wedding ceremony—like I’d always dreamed. With how crazy my family could get, I thought it would take a miracle for all of them to be in one spot for long enough to make it happen.

I was sure as soon as my ex showed up that everything would fall apart. But no, my dads came back, and David got everything back on track just in the nick of time.

For my wedding ceremony, I had every single person I cared about around me. Every single one of them was there to watch me declare my commitment to the love of my life.

I didn’t realize until the moment I said my vows how much it meant to me to have all of my family there. I hadn’t realized how much it had meant to me.

Honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever been happier.

Sure, it was a bit of a bummer that my parents couldn’t be there for the reception, but I’d always figured that it was likely that something would happen, and I would miss someone.

But for the part that mattered the most to me, everyone was there. That was a win in my book.

“Do you want to meet him?” The camera shifted, revealing a squished little baby face. My newest sibling had little fists right under his face like the little guy was ready for a fight. “Here he is. Meet your brother, Blaze.”

He had a tuft of red hair sticking up like a flame.

He was little and fierce and adorable, and I loved him immediately—though I was still on board with slipping birth control pills into my moms’ morning coffee.

“Who named him?”

“Your Pa Nix named him. He said it was because he was on fire to arrive, coming almost three weeks before his due date and all that.” Momma Rain shifted the phone back to herself, chuckling at my dads’ antics.

“I’m so glad to see you.” My Momma Rain was everything. Strong and beautiful, always made time for all her kids.

It was so good to see that she was doing okay. Especially after watching all my dads stressing about this pregnancy.

But then again, knowing my dads, there was always a chance that they had been overreacting, at least a bit.

Overreaction, after all, seemed to be what my fathers did best.

I heard a voice a little in the distance. “Is that Avril?” A moment later, Mag-dad had the phone in his hands and was beaming at me. “Hey kiddo, your wedding was amazing.”

I smiled back, trying not to look too smug.

Of course my wedding was amazing—I’d made sure of it. The planning was utter perfection.

“Your brothers and sisters kept texting me with pictures of all the food I was missing out on. I can’t believe you had lobster and steak. Titus ate mine, but not before letting me know it was a perfect medium rare—just how I like it.”

The camera on my phone spun, and the video showed my Momma Rain again.

“Well, I don’t want to take up too much time on your honeymoon, sweetheart. Just wanted you to know that we are so happy for you. Love you more than anything.”

“Love you, Momma.”

I waved to her until the call ended.

I collapsed back onto the bed, trying to recapture my sleepy mood—but it wasn’t happening. No matter how much of the comfy bed I sprawled on, I was too awake now.

Just then, David stepped out of the bathroom. He was shirtless, revealing that chiseled body I couldn’t get enough of—dressed only in a fluffy hotel towel.

My husband.

Perfect.

‘Husband’ was a good look for him.

Which was crazy, because he was already so damn delicious and it had been hard to imagine that he could look any better.

David was watching me sprawled on the bed, his eyes tracing my form.

“So… what should we do now?” I bit my lip.

The way he was looking at me was so sexy.

Well, I’d read through a vacation brochure on the taxi ride to the hotel—there were plenty of things that I wanted to try.

There was snorkeling with manta rays and coral reefs.

There was an actual palace that we could visit that real-life royalty used to live in.

Not to mention the fancy coffee for us to taste and an adventure hike to a waterfall.

Okay, so hikes were still not my thing… but maybe it could be if it was an adventure hike.

David didn’t say a word. A moment later he was crawling toward me on the bed, then pressing hot kisses against my neck.

My eyes were practically rolling back in bliss.

David made me feel like I was coming alive. I’d never felt more vibrant, and like I was going to break into pieces in pleasure—he could do whatever he wanted as long as I could get more of him.

Soon, David was stroking along my hips and along the swell of my breasts. Those heated touches with his slightly calloused hands were driving me crazy. His hand slipped under the elastic of my little cotton panties… reaching down lower to my hot core.

“Fuck, you are so wet for me.” David’s voice was hoarse with want.

I’d been patient enough. I didn’t want to wait for him anymore.

Without breaking eye contact, I parted my thighs in invitation.

David’s towel vanished as if it never existed. Then David pulled off the rest of the fabric that separated us like it was personally offending him.

He had me naked and desperate for him in no time at all.

David was teasing my clit with his hardness, sliding against me and teasing me with what I needed. Each slide created the most delicious friction. I swear I could come just like this. We had barely started, and David already had me halfway to coming.

When I started whimpering in need, half out of my mind and so horribly empty I could barely take it anymore, David finally, finally, slid his thick cock down where I needed him.

With one hard thrust, he filled me completely.

Oh, God.

It was like every time we did this, I forgot until this moment how good it felt. Like the pleasure was too big to fit it all into my memory.

He was so deep inside me, and so thick. Each time we did this, it was like I was getting reshaped by his cock.

He was pulling almost all the way out of me before thrusting back in, hard . He was slamming into me with powerful thrusts.

The way that his cock moved inside of me… how his balls smacked against my ass each time he dove into me, that perfect slide deep within me—he was perfect.

“Look at how well you take me, my perfect girl,” David reached down between us, his skilled fingers unerringly finding my clit, stroking me in a circular pattern that was going to make me lose my mind.

My back arched as I moaned, grasping the bedsheets in my fists, needing something to hold on to as David split me apart with his huge cock.

I couldn’t hold back—I came hard. The walls of my pussy clenched down on him, pulsing around that perfectly thick cock. Pleasure wound through my body in waves, as molten bliss coursed through every inch of me.

David groaned, pulling out of me a little way as his knot swelled. Then he was back to fucking me. His thrusts were shallower, but the extra pressure of his knot was grinding against my clit. Driving me wild.

He lost his hard rhythm, diving into me with wild abandon, chasing after his pleasure. With a last sharp thrust, David stilled, groaning out my name as he spilled his release.

I loved the feeling of David’s cum, the warm rush of it filling me… it satisfied some primal need in me to feel the evidence of his desire—how it was flooding deep within my body.

A moment later, he pulled out of me carefully, then wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close.

In the aftermath, the two of us caught our breath.

I had never felt safer. Never felt more cherished.

“Hey.” I whispered.

“Hey,” David whispered right back.

It was warm and comfortable and dark. Now that I was cozy and sated, it felt like a safe place to ask the questions that were too scary to voice in the light of day.

“I was just wondering what made you change your mind about marrying me?”

“Looking for compliments, wife?” David teased. He gazed at my naked body in a proprietary manner, making it clear that he liked what he saw.

“Hey, we’re communicating.” I chided.

He chuckled before explaining. “I know what it is like to have a dream and to pour everything into it. I purchased The Thirsty Pearl and took it over from its previous owners, back when it was The Moist Oyster. I gutted it and redecorated everything, and poured my life’s savings into it.”

Uhh. The Moist Oyster? Ewww.

Yeah, I never would have been caught dead at The Moist Oyster. That name was godawful.

“Wait, The Thirsty Pearl is yours?”

I thought he was a bartender, or maybe a manager or something.

“Yeah, now it’s half yours.” David winked at me.

Wait… The Thirsty Pearl was my favorite drinking spot. It didn’t even seem possible that I actually owned a part of it.

“So all the planning and decorating that went into your wedding. I get it. I did the same with picking the right theme and material to fix up the Pearl… Sometimes I wonder if I overdid it.” He winced as if he’d admitted a dark family secret.

“Never. The decor is phenomenal. You made it so classy. I love everything about the Pearl. The velvet seating, the fresh flowers that you had at the tables… it kept bringing me back there. That and hoping I’d get a glimpse of you.”

David smiled at that, tugging me closer.

I can’t believe that I get to spend the rest of my life with this man.

This handsome, considerate and passionate man.

So maybe these past couple of months have been crazy.

I had to kiss more than my fair share of frogs—not technically, because there was no actual physical kissing of said frogs involved.

But metaphorically, yeah, I kissed them.

Even after all of it, I would do it all again just for the chance to be with this man.

I can’t believe that I got to marry him…

that I get to move in with him and spend my life with him.

Honestly, David made everything worth it.