Page 174 of Butter My Biscuit

Then, the wedding march begins, and when Beckett sees Summer, I smile wide, knowing the elation he’s feeling right now. It’s the same way I still feel every single day I wake up next to Grace. My love. My wife. Mine.

As my brother and Summer say their vows, my gaze is laser-focused on Grace. Neither of us looks away. And the silent conversation is heard loud and clear. We’re so damn lucky to have each other.

“The rings?” Cash asks. “Harrison?”

And I pull away and check all of my pockets. “Uh …”

Beckett looks alarmed and I keep it going for at least thirty seconds.

I laugh, then pull the diamond ring from my inside coat pocket. “Oh, here it is.”

The crowd chuckles, and I pat him on the shoulder. I made sure to tell Grace to fill in Summer so she didn’t have a heart attack. Just him.

They exchange rings andI love yous, and then my brother is kissing his beautiful bride. The woman who’s carrying his child. And just like that, the ceremony is over. The music plays, and I wrap my arm around Grace, kissing her on the forehead. Then, she takes my hand and leads me away from everyone.

Our mouths are hot and greedy as we climb up the bell tower. It’s not as big as I thought it would be, but it doesn’t matter.

“We don’t have much time,” she breathlessly says, freeing my hard cock. “Fifteen minutes, max. I have to go to the barn to make sure everything is set up.”

I drop to my knees, pushing her dress upward, noticing how hard her nipples are and the goose bumps that cover her skin. “No panties? You naughty fuckin’ girl.” Then, I loop her leg over my shoulder, kissing the softness of her inner thigh. “You’ll be trying not to scream my name within two minutes, guaranteed.”

She smirks. “There’s that cocky asshole I love.”

But as soon as my tongue is on her, circling her clit, my name comes from her mouth like a prayer. I smile against her.

“Sometimes, I hate how right you are.”

I give her two digits, and her entire body tenses, and I continue giving her exactly what she needs, what she craves, what she’s demanding as she sinks onto my mouth. And in ninety seconds flat, she’s coming.

I stand, and she pulls me to her, tasting herself on my lips, before she drops to her knees, pulling me out.

“My turn to worship you.”

I shove my hand into her hair as she takes me in her hot mouth, nearly blinded by her touch as she devours me.

EPILOGUE

GRACE

Pleasuring Harrison is like nothing I’ve ever experienced before. Hearing him trying to hold back his moans as I take all of him into the back of my throat turns me on all over again. I work him so damn good and then tease him until he’s ready to lose it. When his mouth falls open, I grab his thighs, continuing my pace until he’s filling my mouth full, and then I happily swallow him down.

Being with him just keeps getting better and better. I stand, wiping the corners of my mouth, loving the way he tastes.

“My wife,” he mutters against my mouth, grabbing the back of my dress in his fist.

“My husband. I’m so addicted to you,” I whisper.

“Fuck, that lipstick is …” He runs his thumb across my bottom lip, and it steals my breath away anytime he does that.

“Magical,” I tell him, demanding to have his lips on mine.

When we pull away again, he checks his watch. “Seven minutes to heaven.”

I laugh. “Damn. I think we’ve perfected having quickies already.”

“Is anyone up here?” someone calls from down below, stealing our attention away.

Harrison places a finger over his lips. I hold my breath as my heart rate increases. Just when I think we might be busted, the door snaps closed. I exhale. Then, he grabs my hand and leads me down the stairs.

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