“Did you just blush, Mrs. Clark?”
Her blush and smile disappear. “No, I don’t blush.”
“Oh, yes you do.” I chuckle at her obvious denial.
“I do not,” she states tersely, affirmation assisting her stubborn tone.
“Do you want me to prove you wrong, right here, right now?”
She blushes. I rest my case.
Derek interrupts our moment and asks if anyone else would like to join us on the dance floor. He then hands over the microphone to the lead singer of a band that we often play gigs with, and then makes his way toward Carly.
Before I know it, we are joined by our family and friends, even Arthur and Geraldine, Arthur giving me a fatherly slap on the back and kissing Alexis on the cheek with congratulations.
Once again, swaying with Alexis still happily content in my arms, I feel a tap on my shoulder.
“Do you mind if I cut in,” Rick asks, indicating that he wishes to dance with Alexis.
I give him a nod. “Sure, I need to find that sister of mine anyway.” I lift Alexis’ chin with my finger and press a quick kiss to her lips before leaving her to dance with her ex-husband.
Moments later, I find Lucy sitting with Nik and Alexander, Al driving his toy cars on top of the table. I pick up a car and perform a high speed manoeuvrer then crash it into the one Al is holding. He laughs and yells ‘Boom’.
“Luce, come and dance with me,” I request, gesturing toward the dance floor.
“Where’s your wife? Your wife!” she squeals “How does that feel?” She stands up and gives me a quick hug.
I lean in closer. “Fucking perfect. And, she’s over there, dancing with Rick.”
Lucy looks over my shoulder. “Oh. Well, come on then, let’s go and keep an eye on them.”
“I don’t need to keep an eye on my wife,” I reassure her, knowing deep down that I will always keep an eye on my wife.
“Fine, don’t. I’ll keep my eye on her.”
I know damn well that she will.
Shaking my head at my devoted sister as we start to sway to “With or Without You” by U2, I tell her that she can finally stop looking out for me. “You can stop with the creepy research now.”
“Never,” she cackles like an evil witch.
Knowing this request is falling on deaf ears, I change the tone of the conversation and squeeze her tight. “Thank you.”
“For what?” she asks with incredulity as she tilts her head up.
“For always being there for me.”
“Bryce, it’s the other way around,” she scoffs.
I pull her back to my body and spin us both around. “That’s what you think.”
“Okay, you don’t have to convince me twice,” she answers nonchalantly but in a teasing tone. Cheeky shit.
I smile into Lucy’s hair, and just as we are about to settle in, the music changes and I hear Alexis groan.
“You did this on purpose, Rick!” she exclaims with frustration.
I’m just about to head over there and see what fuck is going on when Rick laughs.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he fires back, feigning surprise. Then, with a grin on his face he pulls Alexis to him and they both began to Jive to “Jailhouse Rock”.
My tension alleviates.
“It’s like riding a bike,” Rick teases.
“Have you ever tried ridin’ a freakin’ bike with a wedding dress and heels on?”
I laugh.
“She’s got an answer for everything, hasn’t she?” Lucy mutters with a smile while shaking her head.
“She sure has.”
“I’m so happy for the two of you. Mum and Dad would’ve loved her.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“Especially Mum.”
I pull Lucy in for another tight hug, when I notice Brayden spot the wedding cake. “Shit! Gotta go.”
I take off and catch him right before Jake does.
“Jesus, he’s quick,” Jake complains, slightly breathy.
“Of course he is. He’s gonna play football for the Cats aren’t you, Bray?” I declare proudly, picking him up and placing him on my hip.
Brayden looks from the cake then to me and makes a ‘meow’ noise.
I laugh.
Screwing up his face, Jake smiles like the cheeky fuck that is. “Not if Lex has anything to do with it. According to her, he was born a Bomber like his siblings.”
“She won’t have anything to do with it. Brayden will support the Cats.”
Jake belly-laughs, “Bryce, you are fucked,” he says, right before slapping me on the back and walking off. Fucking smartarse!
I like my brother-in law, but he is a cocky son of a bitch at the best of times.
Not before long, Alexis and I are cutting our cake. My lips are deliberately pressed to hers, so that she cannot see what I have coming. “Remember when you told me how much you loved cake and cream?” I whisper, still keeping her attention fixated on me.
“Yeah,” she blushes.
“Is this just as good?”
I quickly move my hand to her face and mush a bit of cake into her mouth, cream smearing on her nose and chin.
The room fills with laughter and shocked gasps, together with Tash’s unmistakable bellow. “Bout time someone gagged you, Lex.”
Alexis stumbles back in surprise, her eyes wide open, her mouth agape with cake and cream filling it. “You didn’t just do that,” she mumbles as she closes her eyes and swallows her mouthful.
Laughing and somewhat surprised that I actually went through with it, I reply. “Yeah...I did.”
Her eyes flick open again, a renewed sense of retribution covering her face. Crap! I’m gonna fucking regret this. She raises an eyebrow and forcefully ploughs her hand into the top of the cake, grabbing a fist full before taking a step closer to me. I know what she is going to do—obviously, I deserve it—but she looks so damn sexy, so I’m willing to let her.
Standing my ground and waiting for the cake to make contact with my face, I refuse to remove my stare from hers. She stops directly in front of me, now only mere centimetres away, her eyes searing me with lust. Then, like the tempting seductress that she is, she lifts her hand and licks the cake off her fingers...slowly.
“Mmm,” she moans quietly. “This cake and cream is the best I’ve ever had.”
I watch her sexually devour her cream filled digits with her tongue. Fuck! Why are we in a room full of fucking people right now?
“Mrs. Clark,” I warn, my voice now gravelly from the lack of moisture that Alexis so easily strips me of.
“Yes?” she mumbles, swallowing her cake and smiling at me victoriously.
“I fucking love you,” I whisper aggressively, grabbing her neck and pressing her cake-smeared mouth to mine, the taste of her mixing with the vanilla sponge and cream.
The room breaks into applause, Tash’s wolf whistle dominating the sounds that follow, Nate also voicing his opinion that our cake-mushed kiss is ‘gross’.
I couldn’t care less though, wanting nothing more than to taste my wife, and considering I am not currently in a position to taste other parts of her body, I am more than happy to continue tasting her mouth.
As the evening progresses, Alexis switches between mingling with our guests and occupying the dance floor. I, on the other hand, switch between the mingling and watching her.
Alexis, Nate, Charli, and Brayden, are all dancing in a circle, encouraging Brayden to bring his moves, moves he got from me. I especially like to take responsibility for the little hip and slide action he is currently performing. I let out a laugh and take a swig of my beer.