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“Uh-huh. Pretty sure you were the only one who didn’t notice. Harper definitely did.”
He tugs one of my curls straight, then smiles as it bounces back into place. “Don’t see anyone else when you’re in the room.”
I lean my head against his shoulder. “You were gonna get laid tonight regardless. No need to get all mushy.”
A laugh rumbles through his chest before his lips press against the top of my head. “Just being honest,” he whispers.
“I’ve thought about it,” I say.
“Thought about what?”
“Our wedding. Marrying you.”
“And what were the thoughts?”
“That the field to the left of the house could be mowed for a big tent. Midnight Rebellion could perform at the reception. And Jamie and some of the other guys could hook up the hay wagons to shuttle guests from—”
“You want to get married at the ranch?” Kyle’s voice is all surprise, no sign of what else he thinks of the idea.
So, my response is a little hesitant. “Yeah. Unless you don’t.”
“You just did it again,” he whispers.
“Did what?”
“Made me love you even more.”
I grin. “I didn’t even mention that I’m planning to wear blue rain boots under my wedding dress.”
“Even if it’s sunny?”
“Especiallyif it’s sunny. I have to beready for rain.”
He chuckles, then pulls me closer. “I love you.”
“I love you more.”
Kyle kisses me with what I’m sure he means to be a quick peck.
The lavender fields surrounding the meadow where the main tent is set up are sprawling. Chairs and tables and benches are arranged all the way to the woods. The sounds of music and laughter are faint, nothing closer or louder.
I climb onto his lap, deepening the kiss.
“Here?” The word is half-amused, half-surprised.
“What kind of bridesmaid would I be if I didn’t have sex at my friend’s wedding?”
“I had no idea that was a bridal party requirement.”
I roll my eyes as I balance on my knees, rearranging the fabric so I can reach his belt and zipper. I tug his suit pants down just enough to free his cock, pull my underwear to the side, and then slowly sink down. We both groan, Kyle’s hands finding my hips below my dress and pulling me even closer. The long fabric of my dress fans across the bench, covering everything happening beneath. I hope it does at least.
I can’t see him filling me, but I can feel the delicious stretch. Our faces are inches apart, both of us struggling not to make too much noise. I roll my hips, and he pushes deeper, finally bottoming out. I savor the feeling for a few seconds, then start to move, finding a rhythm that quickly has heat pooling low in my belly. It’s so easy to get there with him. Even now, when we’re out in public, I want it to last forever, and I can never hold off as long as I want to.
Kyle’s expression is taut with pleasure, the tendons on his neck raised as he clenches his bottom lip between his teeth. His cock thickens and pulses inside of me with each movement, his unwavering attention driving me higher and higher. I love when his focus is on nothing but me. It has all the warmth of a spotlight, but none of the uncomfortable glare. I feel cherished andseen.
A woman’s voice carries this way, closer than the more distant babble of sound.
Anxiety races through me, but there’s a thrill too. The threat of discovery is a high in itself, more arousing than I’m expecting.
