Page 98 of The Killer Card

“Is this really the time?” Rowan asks as Elias and his parents come up the aisle. Benny and his mother, Xiomara, take seats in the front pew while Elias stands at the altar.

“Time for what?” He asks, adjusting his shirt as he watches the wedding planner instruct Poppy at the other end of the aisle. He gives her a gentle, encouraging smile. Unnecessary I think because Poppy has never looked less anxious about anything in all the years I’ve known her.

Rowan rolls his eyes. “These two fuckwits are having a row about why Graham isn’t introduce to any dad material—”

“Dads love me!” I protest, I look down at Benny. “Benito, por favor—”

“Do not drag me into this, kid.”

“And my dad doesn’t hate you,” Naomi says again, more sternly. “He thinks you’re an old creep, but he doesn’t hate you.”

“OLD?!”

“You’re a decade younger than him at best, Graham.”

I scoff. “That’s not—”

“You’re older than my brother,” she reminds me. “Who, if you’ll recall, does like you. A little too much,” she adds bitterly.

I smirk a little bit. “Jealous, darling?”

“No,” she growls.

Clara raises a brow. “Nathan is married. Why would you be jealous that he finds Graham attractive?”

“I’m not—”

“She so is,” I laugh as the music starts and Poppy begins coming down the aisle.

“It’s alright, mi reina. You don’t have to worry. Gavin locked him down before I could get my shot—”

“Will you both shut the fuck up,” Elias snaps. “Kind of trying to have a moment.”

We do as the groom says. But it doesn’t stop me from leaning back a little and mouthing to Naomi around Rowan’s shoulder, jealous bitch. She gives me the finger in return.

Across the short space, even though she tries to whisper, I hear Clara ask, “So wait… Are you two like doing the whole couple thing now?”

My lips twitch when Naomi begrudgingly replies. “Yeah… I think we are.”

“So last night we didn’t just walk in on back breaking sex?” Clara confirms, much to the distaste of Elias’ sister.

But me? I’m smiling like an idiot when Poppy finally makes it to the end of the aisle. Because whether she’s ready to admit or not, Naomi Mychal is my fucking girlfriend, and I’ll be damned if I spend one more day loving her in secret.

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Stumbling back to my feet I pull at her skirts as she works the clasp of my belt, and then I lift her, slamming her back against the wall.

“Mierda,” I wince. “Are you okay—”

“Shut up and fuck me.” She reaches between us lining up my cock with her soaking, pulsating center and I moan. “Come on, pretty boy. Give it to me- YES!”

Her nails claw at my neck as I sink into her, inch by inch devoured by her tight heat and this is where I want to live forever. I want to live and die right here, buried deep inside the woman I love. The woman who loves me and is professing it so viciously in my ear that keeping up a steady rhythm is becoming impossible.

“Fuck, Graham- I love you—” She gasps, marking my throat with her lipstick and teeth. “God, fuck I love you—”

“I love you too- Coño, you’re so fucking tight—”

“Yes—” She gasps. “Yes, keep talking dirty to me, baby, please—”