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  Sydney checked the time. She had almost three hours to kill. Unsure of what to do with herself, she brought all her bags to the bedroom.

  After arranging her things, Sydney sat on the edge of the bed and stared at the dress. Unconsciously, she grabbed for the chain around her neck and began twirling the band around her finger. Once she realized what she was doing, she looked down at her left hand, specifically the wedding rings still on her finger.

  For twenty years, the only time she took them off was for the deliveries of her babies. Philippe wore his rings around his neck on the chain, the one she wore now. Sydney knew she couldn’t continue to wear them after tonight. A tear rolled down her cheek. That chapter in her life was over. She needed to move on.

  She removed the rings from her finger and the chain from around her neck. Still clutching the rings in the palm of her hand, she took Marcus’ wedding band from the box and tied it to one of the laces on her shoe. She kissed the rings in her hand and placed them in the box.

  There was a lot to figure out when she got home, but she didn’t want to worry about that now. She had the entire plane ride home tomorrow for that. Today was her wedding day, and she wasn’t going to cry anymore.

  * * * *

  Marcus was waiting when Sydney entered the spa. He wrapped his arms around her and planted a kiss on her lips in greeting. “I’ve missed you all day.”

  “I did, too. Whatcha do all day, babe?” Her words were a little slurred from drinking the champagne in the room to settle her nerves.

  “A little of this and that. I didn’t drink, though, that’s for sure,” he joked, holding Sydney steady. “How much of the champagne did you drink? I hope you ate something with it.”

  “Yes, I had grapes and some crackers with cheese. I only drank, like, half the bottle. If you didn’t want me to drink it, why did you leave it?”

  The hostess from the spa directed them towards the Jacuzzi room, “Don’t worry, Mr. Matthews. It will wear off once she’s in the Jacuzzi.” Marcus grabbed Sydney’s hand and followed the hostess to a private room where a bubbling Jacuzzi waited for them. The girl handed him two robes and left the room.

  Before Marcus could even put the robes down, Sydney was undressing herself. He quickly undressed himself and joined her in the Jacuzzi.

  “This is nice,” she said, resting her head on the back of the pool. Within moments, she fell asleep.

  They had been in the Jacuzzi for only half an hour when the hostess knocked and advised them that it was time for their massages. Sydney bolted up when she heard the knock. “It’s over already? “I didn’t even get to be with you,” she pouted.

  “It’s fine, we’ll have plenty of time to be together. Are you feeling better?”

  “Much, I really needed that nap. I’ll make it up to you tonight. I promise.”

  “Oh, I’m looking forward to it,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.

  The hostess led them into a room with side by side massage tables. They each took a table and lay face down. The massage therapists came in and removed their robes and covered them with towels.

  Sydney heard moans from Marcus and wondered where the masseuse was touching him. She so desperately wanted to touch him, even if she could just hold his hand, but the tables were too far apart. At one point, she reached for him and was scolded by her masseuse.

  Marcus’ masseuse kept reminding him to relax. His muscles were so tense. All he could think about was the masseur next to him with his hands all over Sydney. He hadn’t thought about that when he made the arrangements.

  When their time was up Sydney and Marcus looked at each other and shrugged. Neither of them felt any more relaxed than before. The hostess led them to the locker rooms where they could shower. When they reached the doors, Marcus turned to her and asked, “Aren’t there any unisex showers?”

  The hostess cocked her head and replied, “This isn’t that type of establishment.”

  “We can just go to our suite and shower. No problem, babe.” Sydney interjected.

  “I’d love to, but you still have a nail and hair thing, and a make-up do-over something. I’m going to shower and get a shave and some other things. I’ll meet you in the chapel at eight sharp.” Marcus kissed the tip of her nose and entered the men’s locker room before she could decline the additional services.

  CHAPTER TWELEVE

  Sydney stood outside the Chapel with Marcus’ ring in her fisted hand, squeezing it so tightly that it was making a mark in her palm. If I leave now, I won’t have to explain to anyone what happened this weekend. I can just lie and say I spent the entire week in my room as planned.

  She turned and headed for the elevator. Before her was a vision of Ferris Bueller lying on his bed. He turned to her and said, “Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.” Then he was gone. What the fuck? She had watched the movie more than a few times, but really? The last several months had been so weird. She didn’t give much thought to it. If I leave now I might miss my only opportunity to be happy again.

  Turning on her stilettos, she almost ran over the older standing behind her. “Ms. Sydney, is everything okay?”

  With her head held high and a big smile on her face, she said, “It is now. Where’s my man?” She gave a quick look back. Thanks, Ferris.

  The woman was trying to hand Sydney a bouquet of shrubs. “What is this?” Sydney asked, taking the stems from the woman.

  “This is your bridal bouquet. Mr. Matthews thought you would want something to hold. It’s made of young stems of sagebrush, which is Nevada’s state flower.”

  Sydney looked over the bouquet. It was actually perfect. The sagebrush was a silver-gray color, and the stems were wrapped in satin with a lace bow. “Thank you,” she said, shifting the ring to her other hand.

  The woman directed her to the door of the Chapel. She opened the door, and Sydney stepped inside. It was magnificent, set like a cathedral style church with a podium up front and pews on both sides. The most magnificent thing was standing by the podium: Marcus, her soon to be husband.

  Cleanly shaven, Marcus wore a classic gray cutaway tuxedo with a matching vest and a gray and silver ascot. Crap, he looked good enough to eat standing there nonchalantly with his hand in his pocket.

  Marcus turned when he heard the door open. Holy Mother of God! Suddenly, he rushed down the center aisle. When he reached Sydney, he stood as close as he possibly could, and whispered, “I thought you were going to bolt on me. I’m so glad you didn’t because I would have had to spend the rest of my life looking for you.”

  He didn’t know what to do with his hands. “Words cannot explain how absolutely breath-taking you look.” He hooked his arm with hers and escorted her down the aisle. He couldn’t bear to let go of her, so he stood next to her close enough that their elbows touched.

  The service was short. They spoke the customary vows except for, “Till death do you part,” They simply said, “Forever.”

  Their first official kiss as husband and wife was so passionate that Sydney prayed her wetness would not drip down her leg in the Chapel.

  After the service, the happy couple walked over to the Eifel Tower Restaurant inside the replica of the Eifel Tower. While waiting for their food, Sydney couldn’t stop admiring her new wedding ring. Marcus watched her happily.

  “Do you like it? It was the most unique ring I could find. The band is pink gold, and that’s a chocolate diamond in the center, obviously with white diamonds around it,” he said, pointing to the ring. “And by the way, this is the coolest wedding band,” he added, holding up his hand.

  “It’s titanium. And I absolutely love mine.” She grabbed Marcus’ hand and kissed his ring.

  Not much was said during dinner. They were too busy eating the exquisite food to actually talk. Every so often, they would look up from their plates and smile at each other. Not once did they let go of each other’s hands.

  After dinner, they headed up to the
observation deck. Sydney had her face pressed against the glass of the elevator, watching planes take off from the airport. When the elevator stopped, Marcus nudged her out with his body.

  Standing by the railing and looking over the lights on the strip, Marcus asked Sydney, “What happened back there at the Chapel? Were you really going to leave me standing there?” His voice sounded sad.

  Turning to face him, she placed a hand on his cheek. “I was contemplating it. I wasn’t sure I could handle the judgments of my friends and family back home. Then I had an epiphany. There were so many things I never got to do with Philippe because we kept putting them off. ‘We have tomorrow,’ we would say. But then we didn’t, and I had to deal with all those tomorrows by myself. I don’t want to live the rest of my life having to put off what makes me happy.” She wiped her tears and smiled. “Actually Ferris Bueller changed my mind,”

  “Ferris Bueller, you saw Matthew Broderick? I don’t understand.”

  “Not actually, I had a vision of him saying that line from Ferris Bueller’s Day off. You know, ‘Life moves pretty fast. If you don’t stop and look around once in a while, you could miss it.’ I don’t want to miss one day with you. I really love you, Marcus Matthews.”

  “And I really love you, Sydney Matthews.”

  “I can’t believe we leave tomorrow. It’s been an incredible six days. Today especially. I wish my sister could have been here. She’s gonna be real peeved that I got married and she had nothing to do with it.” Sydney gritted her teeth and smiled at him.

  “What I can’t believe is that we’re going home together.” He looked down at Sydney. “Why are you smiling at me like that? I didn’t know you had a sister.”

  “I’ll tell you all about my sister tomorrow when we’re settled in the plane. Now, we have a wedding night to celebrate, and Mrs. Matthews would like to go back to the suite.” She placed her hands on her hips, trying to look demanding.

  “I like the way that sounds, Mrs. Matthews. Shall we?” Bowing towards her Marcus extended his arm.

  As they hurried back to the suite, Sydney struggled with walking in her stilettos. Marcus pulled her along, not noticing her troubles because of all the men gawking at her. She’s mine! Christ, she’s in a fucking wedding dress, and I’m in a tuxedo. Obviously we’re together, assholes. He grew more and more annoyed as they walked through the casino to the elevator.

  When they were finally in the elevator, Sydney bent down.

  “What are you doing?” Marcus asked.

  “I’m taking off my shoes. I barely made it in here with you pulling me like that.”

  He swatted Sydney’s hands away from the shoe and retied the lace. “I couldn’t stand the way every guy was staring at you, and I want to make love to you in those shoes. They look so sexy on you.”

  As soon as the elevator doors opened, Marcus swept Sydney up in his arms. “I wouldn’t want you to have to walk any further in those shoes.”

  “Wait,” Sydney proclaimed, as Marcus was beginning to swoop her up in his arms. “I love the gesture, but that’s so traditional. There’s nothing traditional about us, and I’d like to keep it that way, if you don’t mind.” She kissed his cheek as a sign of appreciation for carrying her.

  “Is there some other way you’d prefer?” He asked, holding the door open with his ass.

  “Yeah, how ‘bout like this?” She dropped her bouquet, jumped up, and wrapped her legs around his waist.

  Marcus held the bottom of her ass so she wouldn’t fall. “Ah, Sydney, I can feel your bare ass.”

  “Surprise!” Sydney yelled and then starting laughing.

  Marcus slammed the door shut with the bottom of his foot. “What’s so funny, naked ass?” He reached under her dress again to cop a feel.

  He squeezed her ass, gave her an open mouth kiss, and swung her around. When he placed her feet back on the ground, Marcus ran his hands up her back to the zipper.

  “Hold up, you have way more clothes on than I do. Let me start first.” She took his jacket off and tossed it on the chair. Next, she unbuttoned his vest and dropped it on top of the jacket. She lifted his ascot and unbuttoned his shirt, kissing all the way down his chest as she slipped off his shirt and tossed it.

  “What about the tie?”

  “Oh, I’m leaving that on, baby. If I have to have my shoes on, you can wear that.”

  Sydney undid the clasp and pulled down his zipper, pulling the waistband of his boxers just low enough to place a gentle kiss on his chameleon tattoo. In the meantime, Marcus kicked off his loafers and pushed them aside. She shimmed his pants down, and Marcus stepped out of them.

  Marcus gently pulled down the zipper of her dress. She shrugged off the one spaghetti strap, and the dress fell to the floor. Sydney stood naked before him, dressed only in her wedding stilettos.

  Sydney stepped forward and grabbed the waistband of his boxers, tugging them down to his ankles. Before she could stand, up Marcus grasped her shoulders and assisted her up.

  “I still can’t believe you’re mine.”

  “Yup, standing here in the flesh feeling a little embarrassed,” she said, nodding her head up and down.

  He moved his hands from her shoulders to her cheeks and kissed her. “That’s one of the things I love about you - your snappy remarks.”

  “And that’s one of the things I love about you,” she replied, pointing to his barbell attached to his erection.

  Without another word, he tilted her chin and kissed her passionately, nudging her gently over to the sofa. He squirmed his way down to her stomach, kissing her belly button before moving lower. He could feel the goose bumps on her body.

  Marcus loved the way her hands felt on his bald head while he was enjoying the taste of her sweet juices, how every time he would insert his tongue, she would squeeze his earlobes. He especially loved it when he pulled away, and she would arch her hips for more. He knew that with only his tongue, he could put her on cloud nine.

  Sydney wasn’t much of a dirty talker, but she wasn’t shy about what she wanted or how she said it. “Holy fucking shit. It is absurd what you can do with that tongue. Can you do it again?” She begged, throwing her head back on the couch and closing her eyes.

  “When you ask like that, how can I refuse?” Marcus got back down to business. Her every little moan had him working harder. After she came again, he carried her to the bedroom.

  Midway, she regained her strength and wiggled out of his arms and to her feet. Not letting go of him, she directed him to the dining room table. He placed his bare ass at the head of the table. Sydney sat and pulled the chair closer. Placing her hand on Marcus’ chest, she gave him a nudge to lie back as she seized the beast between his legs.

  Wrapping her hands around the base of his shaft, she took him completely in her mouth. Sydney sucked and swallowed while pressing her fisted hand at his base. As she ran her tongue around the head of his penis, she could feel him clench his ass cheeks together, and soon, he exploded into her mouth.

  Marcus sat up in time to witness Sydney lick her lips. “Ah, did Mrs. Matthews enjoy her meal?” he asked, cocking his head to one side.

  “Actually, I did. I’d love another really, but I need to wash this make-up off my face and comb through all this shit in my hair.” She bent down to remove her shoes and grabbed hold of Marcus’ hand pulling him into the bathroom.

  “It would probably just be easier if I took a quick shower,” Sydney suggested.

  “I’m going to wait for you right here,” Marcus said, sitting on the sink across from the shower stall.

  Sydney stepped into the shower. From the moment she put her head back to wet her hair, Marcus was losing the battle. His dick was at full mast by the time she finished rinsing the soap off her body.

  When Sydney stepped out of the shower, Marcus waited for her with a robe. “I‘m on to you, babe. I can beat off right here and still have the energy to take you to bed if you‘re looking to mark every room.”

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�As fun and exciting as that would be to watch, I’d rather have you take me to bed. I’m feeling a sudden urge between my legs. We can mark this room before we leave tomorrow.” Sydney turned, dropped her robe, and sauntered into the bedroom.

  Marcus followed behind like a puppy dog with his tongue hanging out. Once they both got into bed, they came together like a well-directed orchestra. Everyone got to play and everyone finished together.

  Lying in each other’s arms felt so right for both of them.

  “Marcus, I’m going to cherish every moment I have with you. I love you.” Sydney gave him a gentle hug and closed her eyes.

  “I know, baby, I love you, too.”

  CHAPTER THIRTEEN

  The phone rang, and Sydney reached across Marcus to answer it. “Good Morning, Mrs. Matthews,” the desk clerk said, “This is your wake up call.”

  “Good Morning to you, thank you.” Sydney hung up the phone and pushed back to her side of the bed. It was so weird being called Mrs. Matthews. Marcus rolled on top of her, using his arms to brace over her body. “Morning Mrs. Matthews, I believe we have a bathroom to mark.” He placed a quick peck on her lips and rolled out of bed. “You better hurry up. We don’t have much time before we have to check out.”

  Sydney wasted no time getting out of bed and accompanying Marcus in the shower. When both of their bodies were wet, Marcus grasped her hair and tugged her head back to wet her hair. He ran his hands over her breasts and down to her hips he spinning her so that her ass was cradling his cock. Holding her against his chest with one hand, he ran the other over her belly and down to the hot spot between her legs. Marcus was not surprised to feel how warm and wet she was. “You’re always so ready for me, Syd,” he whispered in her ear.

  Arching her back to draw his finger closer to her opening, she said, “Yeah, and I want you now.”

  Marcus placed his hand on the small of her back, bent her over, and ran his dick along the crack of her ass. Sydney was on all fours, her palms pressed against the shower floor. Her legs were straight, and she rose to her tippy toes, hoping Marcus would take her from behind. The anticipation made it more erotic when he slid his erection slowly into her.