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“Tell me,” I commanded—no, pleaded—as I sank my fingers into her nape and pulled her head back so that I could see her eyes. Those dark brown pupils were slightly blown out and glossy. She was close.

“I said,” she breathed, “‘Good, baby, but I’d rather be riding your face.’”

The erotic image filtered through my lust-addled brain and pulled a groan from my lips. I was suddenly hit by the first stirrings of my orgasm and I bucked my hips.

“Soon, preciosa.”

Her lids were low, and she began jerking above me. “You promise?” she asked on a whine.

“Shit. First night...of the honeymoon. I promise.”

My legs stiffened in front of me and I clenched my teeth to keep from crying out as I climaxed. D’Vaughn leaned in and inhaled any sound I might have let escape with a kiss that did double duty to muffle her own cries as she came all over my hand. It was good, it was so damn good, but it wasn’t enough. I wanted her naked and writhing beneath me. I wanted her ass on my face as I ate her for dinner. I wanted—

“Oh. My. God. Y’all are so nasty!”

Kiana’s laughing voice immediately brought my gaze over D’Vaughn’s shoulder. My baby sister stood between the restrooms with her arms crossed atop her massive belly.

“I know you ain’t talking,” I husked, deftly extracting my hand from between D’Vaughn’s legs, grateful for the dress she wore and its ability to mask our actions. “You’re the one who let a man turn you into a dessert.”

For a second, she frowned, and it was like I could see her brain whirring to figure out what I was really saying, but then D’Vaughn dropped her head to my shoulder as she busted out laughing, and that’s when I could see it click for Kiana. Her eyes widened to saucers and her mouth fell open.

“Ugh! You’re disgusting and I hate that you’re right!” Laughing, she shook her head and entered one of the restrooms.

When the door shut, D’Vaughn quickly pulled my shirt down over my pants and pulled me to my feet.

“C’mon. Let’s clean you up.”

Jitter Cam 11-Kris

Y’all are really good at hitting me with something unexpected right when I’m the least prepared to handle it.

Watching that video felt like fate. Like...everything happens for a reason. Because I was supposed to be here and she was supposed to be paired with me. We were supposed to meet, and fall in love, and get married for real, and stunt on you boys for the next five years at least. Rhea clowned me, judged me, and then clowned me again for saying that I was going to find the love of my life on this show, but I knew I wasn’t trippin’. It wasn’t for nothing that I felt that way, even if I couldn’t explain it. When I met D’Vaughn, a little of the puzzle became clear and it was obvious that she had a lot to do with that strong feeling that I had. Now that I’ve seen her audition video, can’t nobody tell me that we aren’t meant to be.

We have a week left and I know it’s about to be some shit, but I feel like we got this in the bag. Get ready to crown us.

Week Six

D’Vaughn & Kris,

You’ve made it to the final week in the show. Congratulations! Although we’re nearly at the end, things aren’t easier from here. Now, more than ever, you have to ensure that your family and friends will support your journey to the altar. This week, all plans fall to them.

Good luck!

—Kevin

Complete rehearsal

Host rehearsal dinner

Meet at the altar

Chapter Fifteen

D’Vaughn

Remind Her

We were down to the wire.