Holy Frigging Matrimony - A Tangled Series Short Story (The Tangled Series)
Author:Chase, Emma



The pleasure tingles and builds, gathering low in my stomach. And when Kate arches her back and clamps down around me, I push forward a final time and pulse inside her as I groan and curse.


Out of breath, I collapse on top of her, and she presses her lips to mine in an open-mouthed, chest-heaving kiss. Afterward, I turn my head and pant against her neck.


With a small laugh she says, “Wow. So I guess you really missed me last night, huh?”


I smile. “What gave me away?”


I roll to the side and Kate snuggles against me. Once her heartbeat slows, she complains, “Now I have to take another bath. You made me sweaty.”


I run my fingers through her hair. “I like you sweaty. You should stay like this.”


Her nose wrinkles. “I smell.”


I press my face against her neck and inhale dramatically. “You smell like sweat and sex…and me. It’s hot. Eau de Cum kicks Chanel Number Five’s ass.”


For a guy, there’s something primordial about a woman covered in your scent—it’s the most primitive way of staking your claim. Of showing every other peckerhead that a woman is very much taken. It’s animalistic, sure, but that doesn’t make it any less arousing.


“That’s gross. I’m taking another bath.”


I chuckle. “Whatever makes you happy.”


Plus, it’ll give me a reason to make her sweaty again. Another reason.


After five minutes of customary cuddling, Kate lifts her head from the pillow of my chest and orders, “You have to get the hell out of here.”


My brow furrows. “Kicking me out already? I feel so used.”


She laughs.


I say, “I see how it is. You only want me for my body.”


Mimicking my earlier tone, Kate replies, “Well…yeah. Although your mind can be mildly entertaining.”


I smack her ass with an open palm.




She squeaks and jumps out of bed, out of my reach.


“Get dressed.” My clothes are thrown at my head as Kate slips into her robe and tip-toes out the door to check if the coast is clear.


I’m dressed by the time she comes back in.


She holds out her hand. “Come on, Dee’s in her room. You’re good to go.”


I pull on her hand until she crashes against me. “I don’t wanna go. I want to defile the prestigious Plaza Hotel by having you ride me like a slutty mermaid in the bathtub.”


Kate shakes her head. “Not today. I’ll see you in a few hours.”


I sigh. “Fine.” I brush my lips against hers quickly. “I’ll be counting the minutes.”


Kate pinches me, because she knows I’m being sarcastic. “I’ll see you downstairs.”


“There’s going to be a lot of people downstairs. How am I going to find you?”


She smiles. “You won’t be able to miss me. I’ll be the one walking down the aisle to you. Wearing…silver.”






Chapter 2





The final frontier.


Steven went first. He was kind of our test subject. Like those monkeys that NASA sent off into space in the fifties, knowing they’d never make it back alive.


And now Matthew has followed in his footsteps.


What? You didn’t think I was getting married today, did you?


No frigging way. I’ve barely got the boyfriend thing down. I’m not ready to tackle the title of husband. Don’t want to bite off more than I can chew. Matthew, on the other hand, is just crazy enough to give it a try.


And the proposal—now, there’s a fucking story. Matthew had this whole romantic thing going. Rented out an entire restaurant for just him and Delores. He even had a string quartet playing music in the background. But when the big moment came? He was so nervous, he hyperventilated.


And then he passed the fuck out.


Nailing his head on the table on the way down.


Delores freaked—Kate said she was never good with blood. She called 911. And even though he swore up and down that he was fine, she made him go to the hospital in the ambulance.


That’s when things got interesting.


Because hospitals have certain protocols they have to follow. One of them involves hospital gowns. So when they wheeled Matthew in, a bloody bandage on his head, they started to cut his clothes off. Then they put all of his belonging in a big plastic bag—including the two hundred thousand dollar diamond ring he’d purchased for the occasion.


The idea of losing that ring cured Matthew of his cold feet real frigging quick. So he hops off the gurney, grabs the ring, runs out into the ER, and drops to his knees in front of Delores. And that’s how he popped the question.


In the middle of the god damn emergency room with his ass hanging out the back of a hospital gown as bare as the day he was born.


Naturally, Delores said yes. And two days later, the four of us jetted to Vegas for the Elvis Chapel Special.


Crazy? Sure. But it kind of fits, don’t you think?