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It is this exact moment Bright pauses for dramatic effect in her story and everyone waiting with bated breath hears his last words.
“What?” Pop exclaims, dropping his fork.
“Wait!” Mr. Carrington stands from his seat.
“Ha.” Willa smirks, rubbing baby Kimpton’s back.
“Yes.” Exton’s one word counters Bright’s face, the air being sucked out of her story, and then… elation. “Yes!”
Elias rounds the table and takes his longtime friend in a man hug, pounding him on the back. “Congrats, Brax.”
Layton throws his head back and laughs as Emberleigh beelines it for the bathroom.
Again.
FIFTY-TWO
PRINCE TRIBUTE BAND
LAYTON
The sun rises slow and lazy on Friday morning, and I feel its mood. I’m spooning my fiancée and listening to the even pace of her breathing. I wedge a knee between Livy’s, lifting her hip and angling mine to enter her from behind.
I rock with slow and shallow thrusts as I kiss the nape of her neck, letting my palm slide up her belly, between her tits, over her collarbone, and finally landing on her throat.
I feel for her pulse there and find it steady and thrumming. As my thrusts go deeper and her pulse quickens, I lift my knee, opening her wider.
There’s no hurry. There’s no reason to rush. This is simply about feeling her and loving her, being connected in the simplest—and most complex—way possible.
She hooks her ankle around mine, giving me even greater access, and I push until I feel the end of her.
“Good morning, Olivia.”
“Good morning, handsome. This is new.”
“Day eight.”
“Huh?”
“Day eight of your rehab text messages. You asked if I like spoon sex. I wanted to show you how I feel about day eight.”
She tips her ass a bit, and I growl, rubbing my stubble against her neck and kissing her there.
“I’m a fan of day eight.” She reaches between us and splits her fingers to feel me glide in and out of her.
“I’m a fan of sex with my soon-to-be wife. I’m warning you. I may never get enough of you.”
Her fingers leave my cock and move to her core. “Have I ever told you I got myself off thinking about you?”
“Tell me now.” It comes out as a growl.
“There’s no way to replicate your size or how you overwhelm my body, but I’d think of your eyes peeking up from my thighs and get wet. I’d think of your strong fingers entering me… everywhere.” A shiver passes through her and ripples over my dick.
“What did my fingers do?”
“They stroked me, pushing deep into me, breaching me, building impossible need that couldn’t be filled. Like your cock is doing right now. It’s building, Layton.”
“What does it feel like?”
