Once the service was done, we stepped out into the fresh Vegas air. Ellie dragged Mom to a taxi and assumedly back to the hotel.
Miranda looked at me with yet another strange look in her eyes as she said, “You said you love me and you meant it, right?”
“With all my heart,” I confirmed, taking her hands in mine.
“Do you want to do something fucking crazy?” she asked.
“Crazier than fucking a bride in the ass just before she’s about to get married?” I asked, eyebrows raised.
“Actually, yes,” Miranda smiled, “Crazier than fucking a bride in the ass, crazier than giving your Mom a facial in an elevator before sending her out in public and crazier than seducing Ellie the way we did.”
“You have me curious,” I replied, wondering what else she could have in mind, the only thought was Kristina, but even our sharing some hot chocolate couldn’t outdo the craziness of everything else we’d done so far.
She lowered herself to her knees right here in front of the church with people beginning to stare, and my eyes went big, thinking this was too brazen even for her. I began to say, “Damn girl, not here,’ but was interrupted by the shocking words coming out of her mouth.
“Curtis Charlesworth, will you marry me?” she asked with the same vulnerability as this morning.
My heart melted and I knew the answer without thinking. I pulled her up, kissed her passionately and fell down to one knee myself, deciding if we were going to do this we were going to do this right. “I’ll ask the questions if you don’t mind, my pet. Miranda Collington, will you marry me?”
“Yes, baby,” she smiled and I stood back up and kissed her with a mixture of tenderness, passion and dominance.
When our kiss finally broke to the sounds of applause from wedding guests and passersby alike, Miranda said, “So we need to really hurry if we’re going to get married today.”
“Today?” I repeated, surprised by her words.
“Well, when in Rome,” she shrugged, leading me to a taxi. “But first I need a dress without any cum stains on it.”
THE END