Page 223 of Forever Never
She slapped him in the chest. “I’m running awaytoyou,” she clarified. “This is our last chance.”
“At what?”
“Unmarried sex.”
He relaxed. Only Remington Ford—soon to be Callan—would run away from her own wedding just to have sex with the groom before he became her husband. “You’re kidding me right now. I thought last night was our last chance at unmarried sex.”
“I figured we have fifteen minutes before the ceremony starts. This is our last last chance. Besides, I look sexy as hell in this dress and I don’t want one of your spectacular hard-ons stealing my bridal thunder in all our wedding photography. The flower girl is the right height to lose an eye.”
“Jesus, Remi,” he groaned. “What am I supposed to do? Pull up your skirts and fuck you right here between the azaleas?”
“Yes.”
He was instantaneously hard. It was the spell she had him under.
“See?” she said, pointing at his crotch. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about. We’re saving a little girl from an eye patch for the rest of her life.”
Who was he to argue? If his bride wanted a quick fuck against the house minutes before she became his wife, he would deliver.
He reached for his belt and watched her eyes go glassy. “Turn around,” he said. When she complied, he used one hand to hold her against the cedar shake siding while he freed his cock with his other.
“Hold up your skirts,” he demanded.
She was already breathing heavy as she gathered the material at her waist.
“You dirty little girl,” he said, running his fingers over the sexy, silky red underwear that rode high on her cheeks.
“I thought you’d like it,” she whispered, a shiver running up her spine.
He dipped his knees to drop a kiss on her shoulder and then yanked the underwear down so he could line up the head of his primed cock with her entrance.
“Oh, God,” she breathed when he settled between her legs.
He couldn’t help himself. He landed a short, sharp slap on her ass and felt his dick thicken at her breathy little gasp. Her opening quivered around his tip. He did it again, then growled as she clenched around him.
Without warning, he dipped lower and surged up, fitting himself halfway into her tight channel.
He squeezed her shoulder when she gasped, a warning to stay quiet.
She tilted her ass toward him, welcoming his invasion. It was so fucking hot. Fucking the bride with a few dozen people close enough to catch them.
“Say your vows,” she begged.
“What?” He gritted his teeth as his dick pulsed inside her, already close to release.
“Say your vows while you make love to me. We have a secret engagement. I want a secret wedding.”
“Remington,” he rasped. “You are one of a kind, and I’m the luckiest man on the planet.”
“If that’s not in the vows it should be,” she said on a breathy whisper.
While the band warmed up. While their guests took their drinks to their seats. Brick gave his bride everything she asked for. Dark promises just between the two of them.
“Now you,” he whispered, yanking her hips back.
She gave a soft cry.
“Promise me, you’ll always need me like this. Promise me that your hand will be in my lap under the table. Promise me that you’ll love letting me make you come. Promise me that you’ll never let me make you unhappy.”
