True Love (The Society #4)

Chapter 32 – An Old-Fashioned Gentleman

Thursday – April 4, 2024

Tanner

“And now for the exchanging of vows,” said Ocelot.

Ash’s eyes grew round.

“I’ve prepared a whole speech,” I said and pulled out a blank sheet of paper from my tuxedo pocket.

Her eyes grew even rounder.

I unfolded it and stared at her. “But first...are you stalking me, baby?”

She suddenly looked a little less nervous. “ You’re stalking me .”

“I mean...you just ran down the aisle to me.”

She laughed.

God, she looked beautiful. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her. I was so glad the dress fit her perfectly. She was radiant. “Actually, how about you say your vows first.” I folded up the sheet of paper and slid it back into my pocket.

Ash looked like she was going to pass out.

I cleared my throat. “I’m only jesting. We’ve actually already said everything we wanted to say earlier.” I winked at her.

She audibly breathed a sigh of relief.

I knew how much she hated public speaking. And today wasn’t about torturing her. It was about being...us .

“Oh,” said Ocelot. “There’s nothing at all you’d like to say?”

“Love you,” said Ash and punched me in the arm. And then she cringed.

I laughed. “Ash knows I’ve been waiting for centuries to find her.”

“What?” asked Ocelot.

“For what feels like centuries.”

“Actual centuries,” whispered Nigel behind me.

I shook my head and stared into Ash’s eyes. “You saved me.” From my curse. From continuing to live an empty life. She’d saved me from myself.

She smiled up at me. “Thank you for rubbing off on me.”

“Rubbing one off on you?” asked Ocelot.

“What? No. I mean...yes, he does that too. But I would have married him even if his thingy still wasn’t working.”

“Excuse me?” said Ocelot.

“Fires,” whispered Nigel.

“Ah!” yelled Ash. “Ocelot, Nigel, stop it. You’re being weird. No one is rubbing properly working things anywhere or causing fires. No incidents today, kind sirs.”

“Incidents?” asked Ocelot.

“No! No one is talking about those! They don’t matter. Matt and I are cool.”

“Huh?” Matt peered at Ash over top of Nigel’s head.

“Everyone stop looking at me!”

I laughed .

“I meant Tanner’s confidence was rubbing off on me. Which we discussed in private earlier.” She shook her head and then stared up at me. “Thank you for being unabashedly you. Always. It’s taught me to be...me. I’m so lucky to have met you.”

“To have stalked me, yes.”

She laughed. “Okay, that’s a wrap, Ocelot. Vows complete.”

Ocelot nodded. “Off the cuff vows. I’m in love with that. Now, what’s next? Ah, yes, the rings. Nigel?”

Nigel stepped forward with our rings.

I slid Ash’s wedding band onto her finger. “I have one more thing for you.” I pulled her magical ring that prevented sickness out of my pocket. I slid that ring back where it belonged too.

“Best day ever,” she said. “And perfect timing,” she whispered. “There are tons of people here. Which means tons of germs.” She grabbed my hand and slid my wedding band on.

I stared down at our intertwined fingers. I never thought I’d get to experience true love. I thought I’d be doomed to match other couples for the rest of eternity.

“Tanner, you may now fuck the bride,” said Ocelot.

Ash’s eyes got huge. And I heard her parents gasp.

Damn it, Ocelot! I’d been worried about having Ocelot do the wedding. We’d had to ban Ocelot from doing weddings years ago because his perfectly quaffed hair was too big of a distraction.

Now Angel usually presided over Society weddings. But he’d been inside of Ash, so it felt wrong for him to marry us. It was weird enough that he was in the audience .

I’d given Chastity a list of everyone else in the Society that was ordained, but apparently Ash had fucked them all too.

So we’d settled on Ocelot.

I supposed I should have been more clear about what “family appropriate” meant. Although…I really did want to fuck her. And now that Ocelot had basically promised it to the audience...

No. Her family was watching. There’d be time enough for that soon.

Instead, I dipped her backward, leaned over, and kissed her.

Everyone cheered.

The next thing I knew my friends were all around us giving us hugs. We were swept into the grand foyer to take photos while everyone else played some croquet for happy hour.

It took forever because Nigel kept arguing with the photographer. He’d gotten really serious about photography recently. And he was much better at it than he was at tech. His feud with Destiny was ridiculous. But technically Nigel had won it, because he’d ended up unplugging her.

“I’m so excited to dance,” said Ash.

“Is that all you’re excited to do?” I ignored the flash of the camera as I kissed the side of her neck.

“I also want to take some photos in the photobooth.” She pulled me away from everyone and we ducked under a curtain.

There was a table set up with lots of props. Mustaches, hats, and signs about just being hitched.

“What props should we use?” I asked .

“There’s only one prop I want.” She unzipped my tuxedo pants.

Fuck yes. I undid the button on her skirt and let the material fall away.

And then she dropped to her knees. She ran her tongue along my tip.

I groaned.

“I figured you needed some new photos for your masturbatorium.” She wrapped her lips around me and went all the way down.

The camera started snapping a picture every five seconds.

But I didn’t just want pictures of her blowing me. I wanted more. I wanted all of her. “I think it’s time I fucked my bride.”

She immediately pulled back.

I helped her to her feet. “Now bend over, Mrs. Rhodes.”

She turned around and placed her hands on the table full of props.

I’d gotten so much better at controlling myself. But I still took my time, sinking into her, inch by inch. I wanted to savor this moment.

But it didn’t seem like Ash wanted to savor the moment. Because she started pushing back on the table, trying to get me to increase my pace.

Fuck it. I didn’t want to control myself either. What I wanted was to put a baby in her.

I’d had Nigel stop putting birth control in her green juice. And I’d been filling her whenever I got a chance. First thing in the morning. Teatime. Afternoon delights. Before we fell asleep every night .

I’d had her at every angle.

In almost every room in my apartment.

In a lot of rooms at the Society.

In my castle.

In my villa.

In most of my cars.

On Rob’s desk. I smiled to myself.

And there was nothing hotter than my cum running down her thigh when I pulled out.

She moaned as I slammed into her harder.

My wife liked it rough. And I loved being rough with her.

As soon as her pussy started pulsing around me, I came. Hard. Filling her.

She turned to look at me over her shoulder. “I love you.”

I slapped her ass. “I love you.”

She laughed, gripping me tight again.

Fuck.

She laughed again at the expression on my face.

I slowly pulled back, watching my cum trail down her thigh. I pulled out my handkerchief and wiped up the mess.

“My husband is such an old-fashioned gentleman.”

I smiled down at her. “My wife is a sex addict.”

She laughed and pushed on my chest. “You’re the sex addict.”

“Like I’m the stalker?” I raised my eyebrow at her.

“Mhm.”

“If you say so.” I helped her back into her poofy skirt .

“Think anyone realized we were missing?” she asked as we ducked beneath the curtain.

Rob was standing outside the booth. He immediately gave me a high five.

“What was that for?” I asked.

“And why are you all looking at me like that?” asked Ash.

The whole bridal party was staring at us.

Rob pointed to a screen on the wall. Where all the pictures the photobooth had just taken were being projected.