Will appeared next, carrying a mic on a tall stand, and right behind him was Liam’s brother-in-law, Lachlan, carrying another mic on a stand.
Sasha appeared beside me and attempted to take my hand.
“Liam?” I questioned as he let go of my hand and handed me over to Sash.
“Don’t hate me, pretty girl, it seemed like a good idea at the time.” He kissed my cheek.
“Go sit down and enjoy the show. If you hate it, just remember it was all Luke and Will’s idea.”
Sasha pulled me by the hand and sat me in the chair facing the dance floor. Without a word, she kissed my cheek and left me sitting there. All of our guests were standing around the edge of the designated dance floor. In the middle of it stood my husband, who was wearing the leather jacket he was supposed to put on for our dance routine. Slightly behind and to his left were Shain, who flew in for the wedding, and Lachy. To the right were Luke and Will. Each pair shared a mic, and they were all wearing either leather or denim jackets.
I had no idea what was going on.
And then the music started.
My hands came up and covered my mouth, but I couldn’t wipe away or hide the smile that was plastered all over it.
I stamped my feet up and down, not caring who saw the excitement building inside me. When my grandad passed Liam a grey fedora and he placed it on his head, tilted it forward, and spun around before grabbing a hold of the mic, I actually screamed and waved my arms in the air.
Our guests were videoing, taking photos, cheering, and whistling as Liam strutted towards me, tilted his hat again, and did another spin before breaking into “I’ll Be Loving You” by New Kids on the Block.
The place erupted.
I screamed, I threw my head back, and laughed until I was in tears. I was sure there were moments where I did all three at once.
He rocked his hips and swayed in front of me, forcing me to grip the edge of my chair to keep from launching myself at him. I wanted to jump up and wrap my legs around my husband, knock him to the floor, and grind against him.
Liam Delaney could dance. And fuck me did he look smoking hot when he moved.
Ladies and gentleman, I give you my husband, go me.
I high-fived myself in my head, and my smile got even bigger.
The boys sang backup and performed a synchronised sway and finger snaps while Liam brushed his fingers down the side of my face, looked into my eyes, and sang about our love lasting forever. Then he missed a whole chorus because he was too busy kissing me.
As “I’ll Be Loving You” came to an end “Chasing Cars” began, Liam pulled me out of the chair and danced with me over to where my leather jacket was hiding.
“When did you plan that?” I laughed as he helped me with the sleeves.
“Yesterday after you left to meet with Sasha.” He winked and I melted a bit more. No wonder he was looking so nervous all afternoon.
My husband had just sung one of my favourite songs, from one of my favourite bands, to me, at our wedding. My face and lips were tingling with exertion from smiling so hard.
Now, it was our turn.
Everyone stood around a little unsure of what was about to happen as Liam pulled me back to the dance floor.
The music cut in at the exact right moment. I put my hand up in a halt gesture, just as the female voice on Meatloaf’s “Paradise By The Dashboard Lights” sang the word “stop”.
Liam played his part, holding his hands up in surrender. I followed him around the floor, singing and demanding answers to the questions in the song.
I didn’t even notice the claps, cheers, and whistles from our guests. I could see their smiling and laughing faces, but I could only hear the song, listening for the moments when I needed to sing.
Each time Liam asked for time to think about his answers, I folded my arms and walked away from him. When he finally agreed to love me for the rest of his life, the song faded out and returned to “Chasing Cars”.
We pulled off our jackets and collapsed into each other’s arms as a deafening applause erupted around us.
“That was so fucking sexy.” Liam’s hot breath fanned over my skin as he spoke into my ear.
“Which part?”
“Fuck, all of it.”
I looked up at him, still smiling.
“Yeah?”
“Fuck yeah. We should have a little roll play with that later on.”
He bit down on the corner of his bottom lip and winked at me.
I had the sexiest motherfucking husband in the history of motherfucking husbands!
“I’ll be your rock star, you can be my groupie.”
I stick out my bottom lip and pout.
“I don’t wanna be a groupie.”
“All right, well I’ll be . . . give me the name of a hot, married rock star.”
“Marley Layton.” I didn’t hesitate, and my swift answer had his eyebrows pulling up.
“Marley Layton? He’s gotta be what, forty?”
“Still hot, though.”
Liam shrugged his shoulders. “Okay, I’ll be Marley Layton, you can be . . . what’s his wife’s name?”
“Ashley, or Ash I think.”
“Whatever, she’s stunning so that works. We’ll take the jackets on honeymoon with us and play ‘Marley and Ash.’ Sound good?”
“Sounds perfect.”