“That’s it, baby. Come for me. Come on my cock.” His words tip me over, my body spasms under his, my pussy clenching around his cock. With a roar, his arms straighten, he rises on to his knees and he really drives into me. Giving me everything he has. I have to brace my hands against the headboard, his thrusts driving me up the mattress. His head is thrown back, neck arched, eyes closed in pure bliss. His hips falter and his thrusts turn erratic, it’s the only warning I get before he bellows his release, coating my inner walls with his cum, filling mecompletely. After a few moments, he pulls out, looking down at where his cum is leaking from me.
“Goddamn it, baby, you make me think things I shouldn’t be thinking,” his voice is hoarse.
“What could you possibly be thinking while your cum is dripping from me?” I tease. I have a good idea where his thoughts have gone.
His eyes shoot to mine. “Knocking you up,” he whispers. “I can’t stop picturing you swollen with my baby. Goddamn it, Paige, I want to breed you.” His eyes close, his expression pained, the last two words are a guttural groan. “You’ve unlocked a kink I had no idea I had.”
“Hmmm,” I moan, “my man has a breeding kink.”
“It would appear so,” he huffs in disbelief. I stroke my hand along his jaw. It almost hurts to look at him, he’s so ridiculously handsome.
“It’s just as well I want that too then, isn’t it?” His eyes snap open, his pupils widened in shock. “Not right now,” I laugh at his expression. “But one day, yes, I’d like you to get me pregnant. First, however, I want to be living with the man and sharing the same name as him, before he pumps a baby into me.” His forehead drops to mine with a growl.
“Soon,” he kisses me deeply before pulling away. Taking my hand, he pulls me off the bed with him, leading us to the bathroom. “Today, however, let’s watch your friend get married.”
Chapter 11
Grayson
I’m captivated, completely and utterly spellbound by the vision walking down the aisle. She looks sensational. A black, floor length dress drapes across her figure, one shoulder is completely exposed and asking to be bitten. The material, I want to say satin, moulds to her incredible shape and the slit exposes the complete length of one incredibly long, incredibly sexy leg. A leg which is raised by the most ridiculously high, fuck me heels. Her make-up is flawless, darker than her usual look, highlighting what is already the most beautiful face I’ve laid eyes on. Her lips are painted a dark red, a red I can’t wait to see wrapped around my cock later while I fist her hair. Her long, golden locks are currently up in an intricate knot at the back of her head, a few tendrils are left to frame her stunning face. I know I should be looking at the bride who has just entered the room, but I’m not taking my eyesoff my girl. Her gaze finds mine, as drawn to me as I am her. Her smile is dazzling and my heart tugs in my chest, beating for her. I might not have said the words out loud, but there is no doubt in my mind that I’m completely in love with this girl.
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Paige
I’ve always loved my best friend, but right now I am madly in love with her. If she hadn’t just married David, I’d ask her to marry me. I’m staring at the seating plan for the wedding breakfast, more specifically a little white piece of cardboard stuck over the name that was next to mine. What did read Chris Miller, now reads Grayson Stone. With everything going on, the stress I know she has had leading up to this day, my best friend has taken the time to ensure I sit next to Gray. I really do love that girl. David is one lucky guy.
“I’m going to hate this meal,” Gray mutters, not having seen the change himself. We’d both made peace with the fact that we wouldn’t be sitting together during the food. The plans had been made long before we met and changing them was something neither of us were willing to ask for or expected. But of course, my bestie surprises me.
“Where are you sitting?” I ask, trying to hide my smile.
“I don’t care,” he grumbles, but his eyes scan the chart, looking for his name. I see the exact moment he notices. His gaze slides to mine, a grin splitting his face.
“I take back everything I said about Chloe this weekend. She’s wonderful.” I laugh, knowing full well it won’t take much for him to change his mind again. Leading us to our table, he places his hand on the small of my back. We’re at a table with Chloe’s extended family, people I know very well; as I’m sure Gray does too. They’re already seated when we arrive. Gray pulls out my chair for me, placing a gentle kiss to the back of my neck as I take my seat. Marge, Angus’s sister, raises her eyebrows, her eyes widening. She glances at her husband who is completely oblivious; I always knew I liked Guy. Gray takes his seat and places his arm over the back of my chair, his hand absently stroking my shoulder. He bends his head close to my ear. “Have I told you how beautiful you look?” he whispers.
“Maybe, once or twice. But a girl can never hear that too much,” I smile at him.
“Then I’ll make sure to say it often,” he gently places a kiss to my lips. “Stunning,” he whispers, kissing me again before pulling away.
“You don’t scrub up too bad yourself, Mr Stone. You were born to wear a tux.” He looks absolutely gorgeous. His hair is styled a little neater, than his usual ‘run your fingers through it’ look. And he's wearing, what must be, a ridiculously expensive tailored tux judging by the way it fits. He looks edible and he’s all mine.
“Paige, dear, how are you?” Marge’s voice carries over the table.
“Here we go,” I mouth to Gray. He presses his lips together, biting back the grin that wants to take over.
“Hi, Marge. I’m good, thank you. How are you? Didn’t Chloe look stunning?” Of all Chloe’s family, Marge, Angus’ sister is probably my least favourite. She’s harmless, but she is a complete and utter busy body, she also has an opinion on everything.
“Yes, yes, absolutely beautiful, of course. I didn’t know you knew Gray?”
“Yes, Marge, Paige is my girlfriend,” Gray's voice is firm, my bossy man is taking over the conversation.
“Oh, I see.” I want to grin. She doesn’t see at all, and it’s killing her. “How long have you been together?”
“A while,” he responds. I can’t help my snicker. His other hand reaches under the table, squeezing my thigh.
“Oh.” She really wants to say something about our ages. It is eating at her. “And Angus knows?” There’s a glint in her eye, little shit stirrer.
“Yes. Angus knows, as does Chloe. It’s why they sat us together,” Gray replies dryly. I very nearly choke on the water I had just taken a sip from, managing to get away with a slight cough. Gray’s hand strokes down the centre of my back. “Okay, baby?”
