Page 175 of Dirty Like Zane
“You remember,” hemurmured.
“I remember.” I blinked back the tears that were glittering in my vision. “Yes, Iremember.”
“I love you, Maggie MayOmura.”
“I love you, Mr.Omura.”
He cracked a smile. “Don’tstart.”
Then he kissedme.
When he pulled away, he said, “I love you so much it fucking hurts, Maggie. In the best way possible. The only thing I can really promise you is the most important thing there is, as far as I’m concerned. I’ll never leave you fightingalone.”
I smiled and the tears sparkled in my eyes. He knew how those words would hit me, because he knew it was a promise no man had ever made me before; not even mydad.
“I’ll be here for you whenever you need me,” he said, “and even when you don’t… I’ll be hanging around just in case. I’m fucking crazy about you, and I’m pretty damn sure, if the past is any indication, I’m gonna spend every day of the rest of my life loving you more than the lastone.”
Then wekissed.
And wekissed… Until my pussy started throbbing so incessantly it sucked all my attention downward with its gravitational force, and I started calculating the quickest way to get his dick insideme…
“Uh… Maggie,” he whispered. He’d stopped my hand, which was on his dick, squeezing him through his pants. “I’m all for that, but maybe we get rid of Jessefirst?”
“Nice vows,” Jesse said, and I glanced up to find our tiny little wedding party standing patiently by, watching us. Both of them with a little sparkle of happy tears in theireyes.
Shit.I snatched my hand back. They heard allthat?
Totally forgot they werehere.
“Thanks,” I mumbled, as Jessa swiped a tear from her eye. She was holding her brother’shand.
Both of them moved in to hug each of us, then Zane took my hand in his and we all headed back into the ballroom. Jesse announced loudly, “PRESENTING MR. AND MRS. MAGGIEOMURA!”
To which Zane punched him in thekidney.
“Ooph. I mean, MR. AND MRS… ZANE TRAYNOR…?” He threw me a look, covering his vital organs with his arms like he was expecting anotherpunch.
I just shook myhead.
“Uh, ZANE AND MAGGIE! Let’seat.”
So we ate. And wemingled.
And then we sat down and just enjoyed the feeling of being in this roomtogether.
Our weddingreception.
There was no formal dinner, but the small army of catering staff circulated the room nonstop with loaded trays of food, and there was a massive buffet table of desserts. There was also a chocolate fountain, because my husband loved me likethat.
And there was a full bar of exotic non-alcoholicdrinks.
Fortunately, our friends were fucking cool and they knew how to party without alcohol. Although I was pretty sure more than a few people snuck out onto that gorgeous balcony for a toke throughout thenight…
Zane didn’t seem tomind.
He took it all in stride, happy that his friends were happy. That I washappy.
“You’re really good with all this?” he asked me, leaning over to speak close in my ear as we snuggled on one of the antique velvet loungers. “I know you love planning and being in control. I was hoping you’d still have funtonight.”
