Page 147 of Regal Feather
Truth be told, when planning the wedding, I’d been more excited about the afterparty that was for the members of Plumas only. Erika had closed down the club for just the ones of us attending the wedding, and I’d been allowed a teaser of what was waiting.
Santos had discovered this, and of course, his response had been to shove a vibrating plug up my ass before Vi showed up to do my makeup. A plug he kept a discreet remote control of in his pants. One he had just activated.
I kissed him hard. It was the only way to hide the swaying forward when I lost balance, and the moan I couldn’t quite hide. One unexpected development over these past few years was that I’d gotten extra good at hiding when someone was playing with my prostate like there were no concerns in the world, but I wasn’t perfect, and today of all days?
My indifference about marriage as a whole aside, there were all sorts of emotions tumbling around me, fluttering and creating whole hurricanes in my stomach.
Some throat clearing from the officiant that might not have been bribed enough, and laughter from the first rows forced us apart.
I bemoaned the loss—and the fact that the vibrator stayed on, when I knew he had the remote right there, and it would be very easy for him to turn it off without anyone suspecting a thing.
My gaze narrowed. “I hate you.”
He smirked while very casually tucking his hand in the pocket of his pants. The vibrations stopped right away.
He didn’t turn it on again, thank fuck, at least not while the officiant did this thing, and read through the script he had to follow.
It was only when he announced that you can kiss your groom that a subtle movement had them starting up again.
I bit my lip, my back straightening.
I was sure some of the people from the inner circle suspected, and they’d rib me about it later, but no one else would. I was anxious. Off kilter. Always had been a little bit.
“Well then,” Santos whispered, a stupid grin on his face as he pulled me close so only I could hear, “kiss me, Ever. Last I checked, there’s only one groom here, no?”
My breath hitched.
It was his words, and the plug, and the fact that we were about to be swarmed with people with their best intentions at heart, while all I wanted was to yank him to a dark room and demand that he degrade me some more.
I did kiss him, and I let him swallow my moans while he dipped me and upped the vibrations before turning them back off.
Plotting wasn’t my forte, but I was going to make him pay for this.
Not today.
Or anytime next month, after my parents surprised us with tickets for a cruise because apparently, no one listened when I said I wasn’t interested in a honeymoon. If there were still rooms available, me, Mónica, and Tony could pool resources and make it a group thing. The cruise was LGBTQ-themed, but I needed to disrupt all this amatonormativity somehow.
“You think it’s acceptable to make our excuses yet?”
I didn’t even check the grandfather’s clock in the main living room we’d moved the celebration to. I just nodded and started to beeline toward my parents. I had waited long enough, and I was not giving Santos more excuses to taunt me with what was to come, or with the damned plug. I should’ve asked Danny to grab the remote from him. He had surprisingly sticky fingers. He might’ve been willing to do it when León wasn’t looking.
It still took the better part of two hours until we stood parked by the club. Everyone else was going in.
I stared at Santos, not making a move out of the car. Maybe I wasn’t as deconstructed as I wanted to think, because looking at him, thinking that he was my husband now? It made me…giddy. It made me want to blurt out laughing for no reason. I couldn’t think of one single moment when I’d been so filled to the brim with all this happiness. I didn’t know what to do with it.
The way Santos stared at me, all soft, his blue eyes twinkling with the same light I thought mine reflected, told me he must be feeling the same.
“Are we doing this?”
I grinned. “Always.”
The word had kind of become our motto. I feared that it would one day become too mushy, but I didn’t care. Until that day arrived, I was going to take advantage.
I was also going to leave the car first and be a bit extra, swaying my hips.
It was important to keep one’s husband’s interest, after all. There was misogyny in the saying, but I was reappropriating it today. More than that, I was refusing to have any big thoughts today, least of all when I was soon in the locker room, surrounded by everyone who had made it possible for me to be here today. With my husband right behind me and the rustling of too many people getting out of their ties and suits for clothes that fit who we were more—and that wouldn’t give Erika an aneurysm because we were blaspheming the place by not following even the barest of protocols.
Only Kara and María had worn dresses. The realization hit as I tried to avoid all the ties flying through the air because people were handier than usual while getting ready today.
