Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 108926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 108926 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 545(@200wpm)___ 436(@250wpm)___ 363(@300wpm)
He smirked. “Nah, she loves me,” he said cockily, but he gently set the glass lid back down.
“We’re here to take you out, do bachelor stuff,” Luca announced with a wide smile.
I frowned. “Bachelor parties are for men mourning the loss of bachelorhood. I can’t get rid of it fast enough, so that is unnecessary.”
Gavin and Tristan sighed at the same time, a weird twin thing they tended to do. “Mom instructed us to keep you busy,” Tristan explained.
“And, you know,” Gavin said hopefully, “we figured it was a good time for our first trip to a strip club.”
I seared them both with an angry stare. “Even if you were old enough to get into one, which you two and Adam are not. I still wouldn’t take you. Have you seen my woman? Why the fuck would I want to look anywhere but at her?”
Luca shook his head and laughed. “Told you he wouldn’t go for it.” He looked back to me. “We have to pick up our tuxes anyway, how about we take you to lunch?”
I raised a brow. “You buying?” Luca nodded. “Let’s go.”
I rolled onto my back and lifted Carly up before slamming her down onto my cock, both of us groaning at the feeling of completeness.
“Ride me, kitten,” I demanded roughly.
She’d been waiting for me when I arrived at Nic’s and I’d whisked her away quickly, half expecting my mamma to jump out of nowhere and demand to have my bride back. It was this fear that had me driving to a hotel, instead of our apartment.
We’d barely made it out of the elevator with our clothes on. We didn’t quite make it to the bed, falling to the floor where I made her come twice in my mouth.
She began to move and I loved watching her small, perfect tits bounce as she rode me. “Fuck, baby, your tight little pussy feels amazing. I’ll never get used to how you milk my cock.” Like always, my dirty talk built her into a frenzy and she sped up.
“Harder, Bran!” she cried out.
“You want it rough, kitten?” I croaked, my voice gritty with desire and the strain it was taking to keep from coming. “You want me to pound your sweet pussy?”
“Yes! Oh-ah!”
Gripping her hips, I waited for her to rise again, then bucked up violently as I slammed her back down. She screamed in ecstasy and it only took a few more thrusts for her walls to start pulsing and holding my dick in a death-grip. With a roar, I let go and poured my seed into her, my body quaking with the force of my orgasm.
Later, after another round of wall-banging sex (I couldn’t help hoping the people in the next room heard my woman’s screams of satisfaction) I held her close, running my fingers through her silky hair.
“I love you, kitten,” I whispered. “Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.”
She lifted her head off of my chest and kissed me softly. “I love you too, Brandon.”
We slept for a few hours before making love again, then I reluctantly dropped her off at Nic’s house around six in the morning.
The day dragged by until finally, I was standing at the end of the church aisle watching anxiously for my bride. Anna and Meagan made their way to the front, then Sophia pranced down the aisle tossing little flower petals. At long last, a vision stood at the door and my heart stopped. If there was any piece she hadn’t already owned, in that moment, it became hers.
Chapter Eighteen
CARLY
Iwas trying not to giggle at the sight of Sophia grabbing clumps of rose petals from her ivory basket and tossing them up in the air while she walked towards her mom and dad. Anna was on my side of the priest with Meagan, while Nic and Christian were beside Brandon. She was so entertaining that I didn’t even notice the shift in music from “Glasgow Love Theme” to the “Bridal Chorus” until Tommy gave me a little nudge.
“If you don’t let me get you down there and fast, your man is gonna have my ass.”
I tore my eyes away from Sophia to look up at my childhood friend. “Thank you.”
My words were softly spoken, but my gratitude was huge—and it was for more than his offer to walk me down the aisle. I’d spent the day surrounded by Brandon’s mom, Anna, and Meagan. They were all incredibly sweet, but I’d acutely felt the absence of my own family on this special day. Surrounded by Brandon’s family as they showered me with their love, I’d felt guilty for being sad about not having one of my own. I was about to marry a man I loved who adored me in return. His family was going to be my family. We were going to build our own family, too. I was going to have everything I’d ever wanted, but I still felt the lack.