Page 81 of Kiss the Bride

“Because you’re giving him twenty-four hours.” I can’t help the bitterness seeping through. Damn it, hasn’t the last week meant a thing?

“Damn you Hunter,” she cries, pushing my chest with both palms. “What do you want from me?”

“How about admitting the truth?”

“I gave you my truth years ago. I gave you all my firsts, I gave you my trust and my truth and what did you do? You left. You left me. You say you loved me, but you still left me.”

“I explained…”

“You say you loved me back then, but it didn’t stop you from leaving. You say you love me now, but what will stop you from leaving me again in a week, a month, or a year? What is going to stop you from leaving me to raise our children alone while you run away to the other side of the world?”

“Because I’m making you a promise as a man who knows what it’s like to live without you. I’m making that promise as a man who loved you enough to agree to be the best man while you married someone else because I thought Mitch would make you happy.”

“You left me.”

“No. We broke up, I never left. I’ve always been there.” Liv is giving me a chance to press my case and the words begin to flow. “I’ve always been there for you, Liv. As friends, as boyfriend and girlfriend, as lovers, best friends, and then lovers again. I’ve always been there.”

“Hunter,” her cry is a plea and I search her face for answers. A sign or hint that the next day and a half wouldn’t be hell. Thistime, I feel all our memories in her kiss. She sets the pace, but I match her tongue thrust for thrust until our hips join in as I dry hump her through our shorts.

“Will the two of you get a room?” Jess calls, still out of sight but not oblivious to our moans. “Shut the door, do what you’ve got to do, and make it quick if you want me to play thedon’t ask, don’t tell game.”

Without words, Olivia leads me back inside, barely giving me time to shut the door for privacy before pulling me back to her bedroom …our bedroom. I help her out of my jacket and crop top, kissing each breast as she drops her shorts and then mine to the floor before we lay facing each other on the bed.

“So responsive,” I say, cupping her breasts and teasing each nipple until they are standing to attention, my mouth still craving hers. How is it that I feel each kiss down to my toes? How is it that even though I know every inch of her body, I can never get enough, and each time feels like our first?

“Shhh,” she moans, as she grabs my length and strokes it towards her core, pulling me until I’m on top.

“You are so incredibly beautiful. Perfect. Stunning.” I want to say,minebut that’s her decision to make. Instead, I pull back until I’m kneeling naked and open legs. She’s still reaching for my dick, but I swipe her hands away. This is my gift to her. My lips start at her toes, brushing away the stray grains of sand before kissing gently up the inside of one leg before beginning again on the other, around the soft skin of her beautiful pussy, up her stomach, and around to each breast.

“We don’t have much time,” she moans, twisting her fingers in my hair. “Fuck me, Hunter. Fuck me like you mean it.”

Her words slice my heart into sharp shards that I want to hurt her with. If she wants a quick fuck, I’ll give it to her. I suck on one nipple while getting my body into position and as I pull it between my teeth, I line up and slam inside her withoutwarning. Liv’s eyes bulge in surprise, but her mouth opens in pleasure. I give her another two sharp, full-body thrusts before Liv grips my face and sucks at my lips.

From mouth to toes we’re joined. I want to peel off my skin and wrap it around her in a protective cape. Being inside her isn’t enough, I want to be part of her, to be joined in mind, body, and soul. With each thrust and kiss, I need her to understand that what we have isn’t normal or easy to find. This is us—a love that started at the cradle and will last until grave.

“You are my life,” I cry out as the first waves of orgasm claim my body. Furiously, I try to weave my fingers between our hips, but her body responds before I have a chance to help. She cries out my name and I hold her until she falls still and quiet.

“We shouldn’t have,” she whimpers, covering her face in her hands. “Hunter, it’s my fault. I’m so sorry.”

“Babe, Liv. It’s okay.” I quickly get a cloth from the bathroom and help clean her. “I don’t know what to tell you—the sex was great, the connection between us is more than it ever was before, and I never want to let you go.”

“I have to go.”

“Have a shower, first,” I offer.

“No. I need to go. We shouldn’t have done that. It wasn’t fair to you.” Olivia looks to the door and the bathroom, unable to make a simple decision, so I pull her into my arms, before turning her to the bathroom.

“Go, have a shower. I’ll go out and talk to Jess until you’re ready to go back.”

“I’m so sorry.”

I’m done with her apologies. “Babe.” One finger gently lifts her chin until all she can see are my eyes. “Wehave nothing to be sorry for.Youhave nothing to be sorry for. This happened and while I’m hoping for a repeat performance every day for the rest of our lives, if it is the last time, then I’ll never be sorry.”

“But …”

“Have a shower. Your best friends are here. Pretend it’s any other night out with them and have fun.”

“Hunter, I …”

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