Bailey joined us and he recorded a little video for his fans.
Dusty took my hand. “Shall we go back to the dressing room and change before we head over for the dinner?”
“I’d like that very much.” I wanted to get out of this dress, and we had a little time.
We went into a small dressing room. Finally, completely alone, I pushed him against the wall and captured his mouth with mine, trying to pour everything I felt into the kiss and through our bond.
Fiona had saved my life. Dusty had shown me how to live itproperly. The two of them meant everything, but at this moment, it was me and him.
I felt like he got neglected a little bit with all the wedding and baby planning. He had been a huge help and not only starting to assemble the nursery, but making sure Fiona didn’t take everything over.
More love came back from him.
“I love you so much, Mo Ghrá,” I whispered.
“Me, too. Can I show you?” he murmured back.
My eyes met his. “I’d like that very much.”
In a quick motion, he flipped me so that my back was to the door. This was not the first time we fucked up against the door in his dressing room. Most of the time it was me hunting him down after a job because he was close enough, was safe, and wouldn’t ask too many questions.
It felt right to do this now.
“You are so fucking gorgeous.” He kissed me long and deep.
“You're not so bad yourself Mr. Woodrow-O’Halloran.” I kissed him back. My grandpa was quite amused by the fact that Dusty really wanted my last name. I’m sure it would annoy my parents.
Hiking up my dress, he pulled off my panties. I stepped out of them in my gold heels. These were the same gold heels that I'd worn that night. I brought them back because they fit well and were extremely comfortable.
I’d worn a different gold dress tonight, one I’d chosen shopping with Fiona. I’d wear it again when I married Fiona in the castle.
I put my arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss.
Undoing his belt, he pushed down his pants and got his cock out of his boxer briefs.
“You know how hot it was being up there on stage with you?” He breathed.
“I was up there with you, it was quite warm.” I smirked.
“Oh, so that’s how it’s going to be?” His nose touched mine.
“I’ve always been this way.” I kissed him back. “Fuck me please, Mr. Husband.”
“Absolutely, Mrs. Wife.” Taking his cock in his hand, he slid it inside me. His hands entwined in mine. He held them up over my head and started to thrust.
I sucked in a breath. It always felt so good when he entered me, and he always managed to get all the right spots.
Amusement came through the bond from Fiona. I’m sure she knew exactly what we were doing.
All I got from Dusty was love and I sent it back. He pressed his forehead to mine, eyes half-closed as he impaled me over and over again, one hand letting go and finding my clit.
“You are one of the best things to ever happen to me. I’m so glad that you decided to try something new, like love an alpha,” he breathed.
“Thank you for giving me another chance,” I replied as pleasure built inside me.
His balsam and orange scent flared and I got so much desire and lust and love and arousal from him and his pheromones that I came, sucking in a breath as my pussy muscles spasmed around him and he came inside me.
Pinning me to the door with his body, his head rested on my shoulder. I wrapped my arms around him.
