He reached for his belt and watched her eyes go glassy. “Turn around,” he said. When she complied, he used one hand to hold her against the cedar shake siding while he freed his cock with his other.

“Hold up your skirts,” he demanded.

She was already breathing heavy as she gathered the material at her waist.

“You dirty little girl,” he said, running his fingers over the sexy, silky red underwear that rode high on her cheeks.

“I thought you’d like it,” she whispered, a shiver running up her spine.

He dipped his knees to drop a kiss on her shoulder and then yanked the underwear down so he could line up the head of his primed cock with her entrance.

“Oh, God,” she breathed when he settled between her legs.

He couldn’t help himself. He landed a short, sharp slap on her ass and felt his dick thicken at her breathy little gasp. Her opening quivered around his tip. He did it again, then growled as she clenched around him.

Without warning, he dipped lower and surged up, fitting himself halfway into her tight channel.

He squeezed her shoulder when she gasped, a warning to stay quiet.

She tilted her ass toward him, welcoming his invasion. It was so fucking hot. Fucking the bride with a few dozen people close enough to catch them.

“Say your vows,” she begged.

“What?” He gritted his teeth as his dick pulsed inside her, already close to release.

“Say your vows while you make love to me. We have a secret engagement. I want a secret wedding.”

“Remington,” he rasped. “You are one of a kind, and I’m the luckiest man on the planet.”

“If that’s not in the vows it should be,” she said on a breathy whisper.

While the band warmed up. While their guests took their drinks to their seats. Brick gave his bride everything she asked for. Dark promises just between the two of them.

“Now you,” he whispered, yanking her hips back.

She gave a soft cry.

“Promise me, you’ll always need me like this. Promise me that your hand will be in my lap under the table. Promise me that you’ll love letting me make you come. Promise me that you’ll never let me make you unhappy.”

“I promise, Brick,” she whispered. He felt her body priming for release. He felt her fighting it.

“Don’t fight it, baby. Give it to me.”

“I want to give you everything, Brick,” she said on a broken cry.

She already had. She’d given him everything he’d been missing and more. She’d given him light in a gloomy existence. Purpose. A reason to embrace chaos and color. She was the puzzle piece that held everything else in his world together.

He told her so with his words. With fast, hard thrusts that her body accepted with gratitude. And when he felt her let go, he poured himself into her, whispering his vows to her as she trembled around him.

He loved and was loved. They were united, joined, partnered, paired. And that was without the words of the reverend or the piece of paper filed at the courthouse. By the end of the day, Remington Ford would belong to him in every way possible. And his heart would remain in her possession for all the days of his life.