finished speaking and Red wrapped around his husband, needing to be as close as their clothes would allow. There was clapping, cheering, wolf whistles, and even the boat taking vacationers between parks blared its horn in celebration. It was everything. Bull was everything.
Lisa just laughed and called over the revelry, “It is my absolute honor and privilege to present our newlyweds, Jon and Ian Connor.”
Chapter 9
Hello, husband
“Everyone looks like they’re having a good time.” After the ceremony, they walked around Crescent Lake, their guests in tow, taking pictures and just basking in their new status as husbands. Mickey and Minnie were waiting for them on the makeshift dance floor on Crescent Beach, dressed in their own wedding finest, and Red would happily admit he was just as excited as the kids. He couldn’t wait to see the pictures and video.
The excitement of the character visit died down and everyone drifted to the tables where the wait staff was waiting to take drink orders and pass trays of hors d’oeuvres. Bull nodded as he sat back and tugged off his tie. “Of course they do. We throw a cool party.”
Red grinned and reached up to open the top buttons of Bull’s shirt. “Hello, husband.”
Those green eyes lit on him and strong hands tugged him close until he was sitting in Bull’s lap. “I like the sound of that.”
“It does have a really nice ring to it,” Red said agreeably. He sat still as Bull returned the favor, tossing both their ties on the table before settling back in the chair. “Did I see a ring on Davin’s finger?”
“And a matching one on Ric’s? Yep, looks like they beat us to the punch.” Bull shrugged. It wasn’t a race after all. “I admit, I’m not really surprised that they did it on the down low.”
“No? I was expecting some big blow out gala with the full red carpet treatment.”
“Naw.” Bull unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves, giving Red a glimpse of the artwork he loved. “Ric only likes to pretend he’s that snobbish. They’re much simpler than that, and I’m not surprised that he didn’t want to share their day with anyone. Especially Ric’s overbearing relations.”
Red nodded and looked at the group that had come out to celebrate with them. Everyone they wanted with them had said yes, without question or hesitation, and had done whatever they had to do in their own lives to make this weekend happen. It only solidified what Bull had been telling him for months. They would all be there for each other, no matter what. “I love our family.”
“I love you.” Bull gripped his chin and pulled him around for a kiss. “I know you think you’re the only one unused to this, but most of our guys are still adjusting to being part of this group.”
Having seen that firsthand, he could hardly dispute Bull’s claim. Of the thirty guests surrounding them, only a few were real blood relations. Yet they were all a family, not just to him and Bull, but to each other. He was truly in awe of the environment Bull had built for them. “You brought most of them together.”
“And you and I will keep them together.” Bull smiled at the waiter who put a small platter on the table with a selection of their chosen hors d’oeuvres. “Those bacon-wrapped shrimp things look delicious.”
Taking the hint, Red picked one up and hand-fed his husband. His husband. Yeah, he was probably going to think that a thousand more times before it fully sank in. “Good?”
Instead of answering, Bull kissed him, sharing the lingering flavor. They normally didn’t consider food foreplay, but he couldn’t deny that bacon-flavored Bull was addicting. Red knew they could sit there for the next four hours, hand-feeding each other and listening to the happy murmurings of their guests, and be quite content.
“Mind if I sit for a minute?” Tommy pointed to Red’s vacated seat.
“Take a load off, Pops.” Bull grinned when Tommy glared
Lisa just laughed and called over the revelry, “It is my absolute honor and privilege to present our newlyweds, Jon and Ian Connor.”
Chapter 9
Hello, husband
“Everyone looks like they’re having a good time.” After the ceremony, they walked around Crescent Lake, their guests in tow, taking pictures and just basking in their new status as husbands. Mickey and Minnie were waiting for them on the makeshift dance floor on Crescent Beach, dressed in their own wedding finest, and Red would happily admit he was just as excited as the kids. He couldn’t wait to see the pictures and video.
The excitement of the character visit died down and everyone drifted to the tables where the wait staff was waiting to take drink orders and pass trays of hors d’oeuvres. Bull nodded as he sat back and tugged off his tie. “Of course they do. We throw a cool party.”
Red grinned and reached up to open the top buttons of Bull’s shirt. “Hello, husband.”
Those green eyes lit on him and strong hands tugged him close until he was sitting in Bull’s lap. “I like the sound of that.”
“It does have a really nice ring to it,” Red said agreeably. He sat still as Bull returned the favor, tossing both their ties on the table before settling back in the chair. “Did I see a ring on Davin’s finger?”
“And a matching one on Ric’s? Yep, looks like they beat us to the punch.” Bull shrugged. It wasn’t a race after all. “I admit, I’m not really surprised that they did it on the down low.”
“No? I was expecting some big blow out gala with the full red carpet treatment.”
“Naw.” Bull unbuttoned his cuffs and rolled up his sleeves, giving Red a glimpse of the artwork he loved. “Ric only likes to pretend he’s that snobbish. They’re much simpler than that, and I’m not surprised that he didn’t want to share their day with anyone. Especially Ric’s overbearing relations.”
Red nodded and looked at the group that had come out to celebrate with them. Everyone they wanted with them had said yes, without question or hesitation, and had done whatever they had to do in their own lives to make this weekend happen. It only solidified what Bull had been telling him for months. They would all be there for each other, no matter what. “I love our family.”
“I love you.” Bull gripped his chin and pulled him around for a kiss. “I know you think you’re the only one unused to this, but most of our guys are still adjusting to being part of this group.”
Having seen that firsthand, he could hardly dispute Bull’s claim. Of the thirty guests surrounding them, only a few were real blood relations. Yet they were all a family, not just to him and Bull, but to each other. He was truly in awe of the environment Bull had built for them. “You brought most of them together.”
“And you and I will keep them together.” Bull smiled at the waiter who put a small platter on the table with a selection of their chosen hors d’oeuvres. “Those bacon-wrapped shrimp things look delicious.”
Taking the hint, Red picked one up and hand-fed his husband. His husband. Yeah, he was probably going to think that a thousand more times before it fully sank in. “Good?”
Instead of answering, Bull kissed him, sharing the lingering flavor. They normally didn’t consider food foreplay, but he couldn’t deny that bacon-flavored Bull was addicting. Red knew they could sit there for the next four hours, hand-feeding each other and listening to the happy murmurings of their guests, and be quite content.
“Mind if I sit for a minute?” Tommy pointed to Red’s vacated seat.
“Take a load off, Pops.” Bull grinned when Tommy glared
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