Page 76 of Marked By Cain

She was an amazing girlfriend, friend, boss, and aunt to her best friend’s kid.

I loved everything about her, but most of all, I admired the woman she was.

But she was a bit of a workaholic, so when she suggested a weekend away, I threw her on a plane with no questions asked. A quickie vacation with my girl is exactly what I needed, in fact, I’d even brought her engagement ring with me in case an opportunity for proposal number six presented itself.

Little did I know, Rose had plans for us.

When she came out of the hotel’s bathroom wearing the sexiest black mini dress, I nearly came on the spot. The neckline dipped low between her breasts and hugged her midsection tightly, but flared slightly at her hips. It was short—mid-thigh, and it drove me fucking wild.

“And it has pockets,” she told me with excitement, sticking her hands into them. She had a hint of mischief in her eyes when she said it, and I couldn’t help but wonder what it was about pockets on a dress that every woman went insane for.

If I thought the dress was sexy though, watching her put on her heels practically killed me. The thin strapped heels wrapped and tied up around her calf. I didn’t even know they made heels like that, but now I had plans for her toonlybe wearing them later tonight.

What had really thrown me through a loop though, was when she dragged me through the hotel’s casino and out onto the strip where an Uber was waiting for us. When we pulled up to the wedding chapel, my whole world turned upside down as we stepped out of the car and Rose turned to me and said, “You still want to marry me, Cainy-boo?”

I scooped her into my arms so fast and ran her inside before she could change her mind. She laughed the entire time and wrapped her arms around my neck, peppering my face with her kisses.

Now, as the classic bridal march started on the sound system, and the door to the chapel opened, I turned my attention to the spot where the woman of my dreams would walk through.

After a second, Rose stepped into view, holding a single blue dahlia as her wedding bouquet. She looked stunning, but the most gorgeous thing she was wearing was the smile on her face as she walked toward me.

Finally, she was about to become Rose Michaels.

After almost an entire decade of loving her, we stood before each other, Elvis, and the old couple who owned the joint, and I repeated my vows, stepping forward to say a few words that were only meant for her to hear.

When it was time for her vows, she held my gaze and repeated them, while also adding the extra things she wanted to say to me.

So many times I had pictured this moment…sans Elvis. It almost felt surreal to be living it.

“And do you, Rose, take this man to be your husband?” Elvis asked, adding his signature impersonator flair to the words.

She smiled, and with such ease that I almost missed it, Rose dipped her hand inside of her pocket, before bringing it back out.

“I do,” she said confidently, her sweet smile transforming into a wicked grin that I knew meant mischief.

Her hand was curled into a fist as she lifted it closer to her face, and sticking out from the bend of her fingers, I could see the glint of the confetti she was holding.

A smile pursed her lips as she tried to hide her laugh, but I didn’t hide mine. I knew what she was up to, and I laughed openly as I shook my head at her.

It’d taken her longer than I thought it would, but my time meeting those little holographic dicks had finally come.

It was because I’drelentlesslyasked her to marry me for the last eighteen months that it was about to happen.

I was about to get dicked by Rose.

With Rose confirming her vows, Elvis began speaking again, concluding our ceremony, but I couldn’t concentrate on his words.

Not when my new missus had something up her sleeve.

Rose mouthedI love youand lifted her hand to her mouth. Uncurling her fingers, she revealed what she’d been holding inside.

When her red-stained lips parted to blow the confetti at me, I stepped forward and grabbed her hand, letting every last shiny dick fall to the floor as I slammed my lips against hers and kissed my bride.