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Left her aching.“Oliver.”
“Bedroom.I want to spread you out and devour every single inch of you.”
That sounded fabulous.They’d do that.After.
She tugged him right back to her.Slid her hand down his body.Rubbed over the big cock that thrust out to her even through his pants.“First, make love to me here.”No more talk of fucking.That wasn’t what they were about.Even as wild as it could get, it was more.Would always be more.“Right here.”
“Baby…”
“Shove my dress out of the way.Right—”
He’d hit his knees before her.He shoved her dress out of the way, but not, as she’d intended, for him to then drive his cock into her.His hands yanked her toward him, and his mouth took her.Fast and strong licks of his tongue.
Her legs opened more.Her hips tilted.
He kept taking.
Her breath shuddered and panted, and she was soon only upright because he held her.As for her orgasm?No way to hold it back.She was coming, and Lark didn’t even have the breath to cry out.She was too busyfeelingthe pleasure pour through her.
He rose.Yanked open his pants, freed that big cock, and picked her up.
Her legs locked around him.The orgasm still pounded through her even as he drove into her.Deep, hard thrusts.He lifted her up, then pulled her down against him, and he kept shoving his hips against her.
Over and over.
So good.Better than good.Fantastic.
Her arms looped around his neck.Her mouth met his in an open-mouthed kiss even as her sex squeezed him.
No condom.Just him.Just her.
When she came again, he was with her.
“I love you,” he told her.“Love.You.”
***
The bouquet wasn’t white.No way in the world would it have been white.She’d thought about not having a bouquet at all, but…
He won’t take that from me.
Jase wouldn’t destroy something else she loved.Flowers had always been a comfort to her.She would not let him take that comfort away.
But she’d known the bouquet would never, ever be white.
Two weeks had passed since Oliver proposed.Sure, some might say the wedding was too fast.To those people…
I don’t care.It’s not fast enough for me.Because she would have married Oliver the very night he’d offered the ring to her.Instead, they’d made love until neither of them had been able to move.
“Pretty flowers,” Lane murmured.
They were in a small church at the edge of town.Not one of the fast,Let’s-get-married-in-Vegasplaces, but a little church she’d visited often over the years.
“Blood red, huh?”His fingers stroked a petal.
He’d been…different since getting out and having his name cleared.Always intense, Lane seemed even more so now.And he’d taken to spending a whole lot of time with Midas and Memphis.Something that should probably worry her.
If she didn’t know better, she’d think her brother might be planning to become an Ice Breaker…
