But then Gray’s hand slides over my hip beneath the fabric, along the line of my corset, and down, between my legs. I lose every little thought in my head the moment his fingers glide over my clit, my release building fast and hard.
“Gray—Gray?—”
“Come for me.” His voice is rough against my ear, his hips pistoning a little faster, his fingers working me with absolutely brutal precision. He knows my body too well now. “Come on my cock, sweetheart. Let me feel it.”
My orgasm crashes through me, my whole body seizing as I clench around him, my ability to keep myself somewhat upright dissolving in the span of a single second. My face hits the sheets, a broken cry tearing from my throat and muffling into the comforter.
He follows right behind me, burying himself deep with a groan that vibrates against my back, his forehead dropping to my shoulder as he releases my laces. Finally, I can breathe properly, but I’m gasping anyway from the head rush.
We stay there in the relative silence for a moment, tangled in layers of tulle and each other, before he laughs and presses a kiss to my bare shoulder, extremely carefully pulling out so he doesn’t make a mess.
“Roll over,” he murmurs, and I shift carefully, gathering my tulle around my waist as I shift onto my back, making sure nothing leaks out of me and onto my dress. He’s grinning down at me, his eyes half lidded. He’s still mostly in his tuxedo, his tie undone and hanging limp around his collar, the top buttons of his shirt popped open and his hair wrecked from my fingers. “Your lipstick’s a bit smudged.”
His mouth meets mine, slow and soft and sickeningly sweet, still a hint of heat behind it. Warm fingers drag along the side of my neck, cupping my jaw, and I melt into him far too easily. “This isn’t going to fix it,” I murmur into the kiss.
“Don’t fucking care.”
The gentle movement of his mouth turns deeper, his body starting to lower again, and I know exactly where this is going.
We’ve already done thistwice.
I laugh against his mouth and push on his chest, forcing a bit of distance. There’s lipstick all over his mouth and chin when he pulls back. “We can’t,” I huff, flailing one arm out to the nightstand to pluck a tissue out of the dispenser. It manages to wipe off most of it. “You’re insatiable.”
“Because you’re mywife.” His thumb drags under my lower lip, and I have no idea if he’s cleaning me up or fixing the problem.
“Yeah, well, we’re not exactly done with the wedding yet.”
He glances at the alarm clock beside the bed. “There’s still twenty minutes of cocktail hour left,” he says, his eyes going dark again, and I snort. “That’s enough for one more if we’re fast.”
“Gray.”
“Don’t tell me you don’t want to,” he murmurs, his lips meeting my jaw, trailing down until he sucks at the spot that makes my head spin.
“Oh,fuck,” I rasp. My back arches just a bit, and he takes the surrender for what it is.
* * *
The reception is everything I didn’t know I wanted until I had it. Warm golden light spilling over dark wood and white flowers. Snow outside the huge windows, turning Colchester into a glittering little snow globe. Dinner gives way to speeches soon after, and I’m sitting at the center table with Grayson’s arm draped over the back of my chair, his thumb drawing lazy circles at the base of my neck while Cole speaks into the microphone, looking entirely too pleased with himself.
Cole clears his throat, halfway through a speech that has made both of us laugh and Grayson seethe. “What I’m trying to say is,” he continues, “I’ve never seen Gray happier. I’ve never seen him more himself. And I’ve definitely never seen two people worse at keeping their hands off each other.”
A roar of laughter explodes through the hall.
“Oh my God,” I whisper, closing my eyes.
Cole winks at us, and Grayson doesn’t even have the decency to look embarrassed. He just lifts his glass slightly in Cole’s direction like it’s fair.
I elbow him.
He grunts, grinning at me.
“To Gray and Carly,” Cole says, lifting his glass. “May you keep loving each other loudly, stubbornly, and ideally in places where the rest of us cannot see it.”
The room cheers.
I am going to murder him.Tenderly, because he did give a nice speech before publicly dragging us, but still. Murder is on the cards.
Zoe stands. Immediately, my throat tightens.
