“We can definitely do this here,” I assured her. “Long as you can keep your voice down.” I grinned. Ordinarily, I loved to make her scream, but it wouldn’t do for the whole wedding party to hear the noises she only made for me. “We’re newlyweds; it’s basically the law that I fuck you on every available surface.”
She laughed quietly. “I’d say we’ve been doing a pretty good job of that.”
I hadn’t expected to feel that different once we were married; we already lived together, and she had definitely already been mine. But there was something about seeing my ring on her finger, about her having my last name after so many years spent coveting her, that made me nearly desperate to be inside her at every available opportunity.
I slid her panties down her long legs, unzipping my pants.
“Grace might need me,” she protested feebly. “The ceremony starts soon.”
“You’ve been with Grace all day. I need you right now,” I growled, sliding inside her tight heat before pulling back to thrust into her hard, her back pressing to the mirror behind her.
She let out a quiet shriek of delight that I quickly covered with my hand. “Quiet or I’ll stop.”
She nodded urgently, as desperate as I was for this.
She wrapped her legs around the back of my thighs, urging me to take her faster, harder. A request I was all too ready to comply with.
I knew she was close when her legs began to shake, her breath hitting my palm increasing in tempo. I pulled her to the edge of the counter, adjusting the angle so I could hit just the spot that had her clamping down on me, driving me into my own release.
“Fuck,” I panted, taking her mouth in a kiss guaranteed to mess up her makeup as I remained inside her, not ready to lose our connection.
“I should get back out there,” she murmured after a few moments.
I nodded, pulling out and helping her slide her panties back up her legs.
“I’ll be a mess.” She wrinkled her nose.
“You’ll be full of me,” I countered sliding my palm over her core. “I’ll get to walk you down the aisle knowing I’m coating your thighs.”
“You’re always such a caveman,” she murmured, a small smile tilting her gorgeous mouth.
“And you fucking love it,” I growled, leaning in to kiss her once more before tucking myself back into my pants.
“I can’t believe Grace is about to get married,” she marveled as she turned her attention toward the mirror to refresh her lipstick.
Emmie missed her best friend, and though they talked often, it wasn’t the same. But Ruston was a good man, and Emmie had taken the change in stride.
Plus, I was doing everything I could to keep her occupied.
“How do I look?” she asked, turning to me, her lipstick refreshed.
“Fucking perfect,” I murmured, sweeping the back of my hand over her cheek. “Let’s get out there so we can get back to me proving it to you.”
I’d spend not only the night, but the rest of our lives doing exactly that.
RUSTON
“Nervous?” Ava asked as I straightened my shirt for the third time in as many minutes.
I shook my head. “Ready.” My fingers practically itched to get my hands on my soon-to-be wife. “I feel like I’ve been waiting for this night my entire life.”
“You have.” She smiled, standing in her bridesmaid’s dress to help me slide on my jacket. “She’s perfect for you; I’ve never seen you happier. And I love her, which is an added bonus.”
Though I wasn’t surprised, knowing how kindhearted and clever both women were, I’d still been relieved when it became clear Grace and Ava would be close.
And it wasn’t just Ava. Grace seemed to forge a connection with anyone she met; she’d joined my life and club as naturally as breathing. I couldn’t remember what life was like before her, and I never wanted to.
“She’s okay?” I asked again. I hadn’t wanted to be apart from my girl on such an important day. But she’d insisted we do this the old-fashioned way and had kicked me out the night before to crash with Ry.
