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“I’m happier than I’ve ever been,” says Ashley. She turns and leans against my chest again, her head pressing against my shoulder. “And I can’t wait to be happy with you at home.” A pause, “You know, Brooke’s going to need to be the flower girl when we get married.”
“Already planning that far ahead,” I tease.
“You bet I am,” says Ashley. She tilts her head so that she can look up at me through her thick eyelashes. “It’s every little girl’s dream, to be in a wedding. She’s going to be a lot to be around.”
“I think that we’ll be able to handle it,” I tell her, but I’m already thinking about the way that Ashley would look in a white gown, the way that she’s going to look walking up that aisle. Even without discussing it, I know that it’s going to be a big wedding. I want to give Ashley the ceremony that she’s spent her whole life dreaming about.
And yes, I know full well that Brooke is going to be the most excited little flower girl in the whole world. She deserves to get dressed up and live out that fun little girl dream.
Everything is finally starting to slot into place.
For all of us.
Ashley pulls away from me, stepping back into the hotel room. She pauses in the doorway, leaning against it with one hand. Her smile turns into something more playful. “Are you going to come in here with me? I still owe you that special congratulation.”
“An offer like that?” I grin, turning to follow her into the hotel. “I would be an idiot to turn you down.”
But the whole time that her clothes are coming off, I’m thinking about how Ashley’s going to look when she’s all dressed in white. And fuck, if it’s not going to be beautiful.
Chapter twenty-six
Ashley
ThefirstthingIdid when I got home was go for a dip in the lake. The second thing I did was take a long, hot bath with Grant. And the third thing I did was move all my stuff into his room.
It’s been five days since we got back. All five days have been spent in this bedroom, aside from yesterday. As I lay here on my belly looking into Grant's piercing eyes, he runs a finger down my spine, then over my ass cheek, brings it between my thighs, and finally slides it inside me.
“I thought you had a lot of things to prepare for today.” I whisper in a sultry tone.
He slides in another finger, stretching me open. A moan escapes my lips as I bury my head in the pillow.
“It’s not my fault, you didn’t leave the bed.”
True. We’ve been laying here, naked, for quite some time this morning just admiring each other. But that’s just how days should start.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asks. He moves closer, his stiff cock brushing against my thigh. “Because I will if you ask.”
I spread my legs apart as an answer. Grand climbs on top of me, his chest pressing on my back, his cock throbbing between my thighs. He starts kissing the back of my neck, moving towards my exposed cheek. I raise my head and turn to kiss him back. His lips graze over mine but as I try to part them, he moves away, laving his way down to my shoulder.
He wants to hear it.
“Grant.”
His hands slide under me, cupping my breasts. My nipples are hard between his fingers.
“Don’t stop,” I manage to whisper.
He’s inside me before I finish the sentence. I lift my ass to take him all in. The thrusts are slow and hard at first, each one causing louder and louder sounds to escape my mouth. His lips crash into mine, his tongue hot and demanding.
I tangle my hand in his hair, pulling hard as he kisses me. His speed increases and I know I’m about to cum. I let out a sudden scream as a shock wave courses through my body. Grant’s body is shaking together with mine, but he keeps his steady rhythm until he’s spilled inside me. I love that feeling.
Grant rolls me onto my side and pulls my back close to his firm chest. We stay like that, spooned together, for a few more minutes before I remind him about all the guests that are coming over today.
This was the fourth thing we did when we got back to our house—we made a plan to get everyone together for a party.
Grant helps me out of bed and into the shower. A few minutes later we are ready to head downstairs.
We have catering for the gathering, but Grant is a control freak, especially about food. The caterers will bring along a few dishes, but primarily they will be serving during the party. Grant had been nonstop cooking yesterday—he made all sorts of cold dishes to be put out on the large, black table in the dining room. Guacamole deviled eggs, pesto pinwheels, and homemade French onion dip will be set out in glass containers, each one to be styled up beautifully. Greek salad stuffed cucumber bites and mini peppers that have been stuffed with crispy bacon and creamy goat cheese will join the table, too.
