Page 97 of The Killer Card

“OH FUCK- GRAHAM—”

The hand Naomi has buried in my hair is so tight she might actually leave a bald spot behind. But fuck it, she can pull out as much hair as she wants if it means she lets me keep eating her like my last goddamn meal on Earth.

My fingers dig divots into her thighs where they’re keeping her skirt around her hips as I moan, wantonly driving my tongue into her dripping cunt.

I love this.

I love her.

Fuck, if she doesn’t come in the next ten seconds I’m going to blow my load before I ever get inside her. I don’t know what it is about this woman, but she’s always had the power to turn me into a teenager when it comes to the way we fuck. I can’t count the number of times she’s made me come in my pants, the number of times she’s never even had to touch me.

Although, there was one time I do remember very vividly of her making me sit in a chair while I watched her fuck herself with—

I groan into her heat, forcing myself to push that particular memory away before it makes my situation so much worse. Naomi gasps at the vibration of my rumble and I have to grip my cock to try to kill the ache for just a second.

“Graham—” She gasps. “I’m gonna- OH, YES—”

✽✽✽

“Okay, next I need Nami Mychal and… Graham Rosales.”

The wedding planner looks up from her clipboard, gesturing for us to take our places behind Theresa and Elias’s brother, Emmanuel. I pat him on the back as Naomi and I take our positions.

“Long time no see, amigo.”

He smirks over his shoulder. “Still mooching off my brother, cabrón?”

“Until the day I die, muchacho- Ow!” I glare down at Naomi when she elbows me in the ribs. “What was that for?”

“Pay attention,” she orders, her eyes tracking the wedding planner as she gestures for Clara and Rowan to take up places behind us.

Elias and his parents take up the rear while Poppy watches from the doorway where she’ll enter by herself since neither her mother nor father will be in attendance. Elias’ dad offered to walk her, but she decided after her last disastrous wedding that it was better this way. Some kind of symbolic gesture of her coming from a family who were purposefully choosing not to attend into one that was full of love and acceptance. I think a few of her aunts and uncles will be coming, maybe a cousin or two, but other than that the hundred or so people that make the guest list are all Elias and Rowan’s families. Which of course includes Clara’s mother, and I was informed that Senator Mychal, Nathan, and Nathan’s husband would be attending.

Still not sure how I feel about that.

As the procession starts their practice run in the local church we booked to mimic the cathedral, I lean over to whisper in Naomi’s ear. “So, does your dad still hate me?”

She frowns, very focused on counting the steps everyone is taking before the next couple goes. “My dad doesn’t hate you. Where did you get that idea?”

Cristian and Ivelisse follow the flower girl and the ring bearer, each of them doing their best to keep the kids on track. “He certainly doesn’t approve of me,” I remind her as we step forward .

Naomi scoffs, holding her practice bouquet a little higher as Theresa and Emmanuel start their journey forward. She counts their steps carefully before hooking her arm through mine and leading me forward at a steady pace. Better to let her set it.

“I’m sorry,” she looks up at me as we talk up the aisle. “What father has ever approved of you?”

“Benny likes me,” I say in reference to Elias’ father.

We’re forced to part at the alter and Rowan joins with a quick, “He tolerates him at best,” before standing in front of me like the hulking wall he is.

I lean around him to continue my conversation with Naomi over Clara’s head. “Dads generally love me. Yours does not.”

“You also showed up to my house in a thunderstorm and sat in your car for an hour like a creep—”

“Trying to get up the courage to be romantic as fuck I will remind you—"

“And were secretly dicking down his college age daughter for months.”

“Aye Dios mío…” Theresa murmurs at Naomi’s back. Behind me Cristian and Emmanuel both snort into their hands while Clara bites down hard on her own lip.