Hawaiian Wedding

Chapter 1-4

When Remy and Kate got married, it had been a hurried affair. She was pregnant at the time, and everything was coordinated by her parents. At the time, Remy had been happy to sit back and let them handle everything. This time around, though, he wanted control. He knew if he didn’t keep a tight rein on things, they could quickly spiral away from him, and he didn’t want their special day turned into a fiasco.

Which was why he hadn’t wanted to tell anyone about the wedding until after it was over. Was it too much to ask for a little alone time with his lover?

But Kate took the idea of a Hawaiian vacation and ran with it. Before they left her home their first evening back in town, Lane and Kate had drawn up a guest list that included more family and friends than Remy even mailed out Christmas cards to. “They aren’t all going to come,” his ex-wife argued, “but they’ll send money and gifts, and that’s what you want. Trust me, I know what I’m doing. I’ve done this before, remember? With you?”

Later, when they finally reached Remy’s apartment, Lane wrapped his arms around his lover as Remy unlocked the door and murmured into his ear, “Love you.”

Leaning back against his lover, Remy sighed. “Love you, too. Let’s run away to Las Vegas and get hitched next weekend, what do you say?”

“Can’t,” Lane told him, kissing his neck. The imprint Lane’s lips left on his skin was damp in the chilly January air. “Nevada’s a no-homo state, same as here.”

“D.C., then,” Remy countered. “We can leave tonight and find someone to marry us tomorrow. Nip Kate’s plans in the bud and honeymoon in Waikiki. How’s that sound?”

He felt Lane’s grin against the back of his neck. “Hmm, tempting. I wonder what the residency requirement is for D.C.?”

Remy unlocked the apartment door and stepped inside the darkened hallway. Turning on the light, he lugged his bags in and moved out of the way to give Lane room to enter, as well. “Residency requirement?” he asked. “What do you mean?”

With a shrug, Lane closed the door behind him and locked it. “Most states have residency requirements for people who want to get divorced. The wait time in Nevada is super short, that’s why you hear all those jokes about people running off to Reno. So if you have to live somewhere a number of weeks or months or years before you undo a marriage, it only stands to reason that you have to live there a certain length of time before you say I do in the first place, right?”

Remy hadn’t thought of that. “Well, shit.”

Lane laughed. “Some states probably don’t have residency requirements. I’m sure Hawaii doesn’t.”

“How can you say that?” Remy asked, skeptical. “Kate’s practically booked her flight already. That means Braden’s coming, too…”

“A lot of people go to Hawaii to get married.” Closing the distance between them, Lane eased his arms around his lover’s shoulders and pulled Remy near. He rubbed Remy’s nose with his, then touched his lips to his lover’s. His words were mere breath against Remy’s mouth. “It’s a hot destination, and I’m sure they get a lot of money from the wedding industry. So it’s in their best interest not to make it too hard. Speaking of…”

He thrust his hips forward just enough to press his groin against Remy’s crotch. Through the front of his jeans, Remy could feel Lane’s slight erection, the firmness of the c**k hidden beneath denim. “Hmm,” he moaned as Lane’s lips closed over his. Remy draped his arms on his lover’s waist, fingers hooking through the belt loops on Lane’s jeans. The two weeks they spent with Braden at the cabin were the longest time the men had ever spent apart, or so it felt to Remy. After it snowed, they managed to spend a glorious afternoon in bed between the sheets while Braden played outside, but for the most part, Remy’s memory of the romantic getaway he’d planned was being cockblocked and blue balled at every turn by his son.

That, though, was about to change.

“Finally get you all to myself,” he said, gripping Lane’s jeans and hugging his lover firmly to him. “You, me, bedroom, now. What do you say?”

Lane’s pale eyes sparkled in the hallway light above. “I like the way you think. Lead the way, future husband of mine.”

Remy grinned as he walked backward towards his bedroom, pulling Lane along with him. “I like the way that sounds.”