Total pages in book: 133
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 128290 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 641(@200wpm)___ 513(@250wpm)___ 428(@300wpm)
“Yes.” I move with him, already on the edge of climax when there’s a knock at the door.
But Enzo doesn’t stop.
“What?!” he demands, still moving inside me.
I bite into his shoulder to keep from crying out and he groans into my neck, licking across my skin.
“It’s time,” Mino calls.
“Hear that, baby?” He angles his hips right where he knows I want them. “It’s time.”
The moment he says it, my body comes undone, clenching and pulsing around him, and he’s right behind me, hips jerking, but he swiftly pulls out, wraps his hand around his swollen shaft, and gives two long tugs. A second wave of his cum comes spurting out in long, thick ropes, coating my bare pussy and thigh.
He rubs it into my skin, staring down at me with utter fixation.
The knock sounds again, and he screams, “We’re coming!”
“Yeah, fuckers!” Mino shouts back. “I can tell!”
I freeze, Enzo looks down at me, and we both laugh until he’s falling over me.
He rolls off the bed and yanks me to my feet. “Come on, baby. Let’s go make you my wife. Again.”
He smacks my ass and sends me on my way.
Fingers crossed today goes as planned.
I scoff to myself.
I think we’re both smart enough to know that’s never going to happen…
“Well, this is…not what I expected, yet somehow exactly what I might imagine.”
I grin at Grandma, watching as she moves over to the side table, picking up our empty glasses—always working, that woman. Facing forward once more, I find myself in the mirror. Jazzy, Jenna, and Jayden killed it today.
My sister looks as perfect as ever, her gown hugging her every curve with its floor-length mermaid design. She’s the only person who will stand with me when I finally reach the altar, but even so, Bronx, Delta, and even Katana are wearing gowns the same color. I could have borrowed her best friends as my bridesmaids, but none of them have gotten married yet and I didn’t want to ruin their little trio.
My eyes seek out Katana, sitting in one of the plush purple chairs of the tailor room, staring off at nothing as she chews on her lower lip—a nervous habit of hers.
Maybe one day they’ll be a foursome.
A hint of bitterness touches my tongue at the thought, but I swallow beyond it.
She was never meant to be my friend. She belongs in their mansion, in the wing just waiting for her, but even so, somewhere along the way she went from being the girl I hated most in this world, to the girl I looked forward to talking to each day.
She is my friend.
A small smile pulls at my lips, and I step off the platform, moving toward her.
Her head pops up, sensing my approach, and she tries to smile.
“Don’t tell me you’re going to be the one to object, because I hate to break it to you…Enzo already warned the guy with the little black book to skip that part or, you know.” I strike my pointer finger across my neck teasingly and we both chuckle.
“No, I’m good. Just—” She cuts off, looking around to make sure no one is listening. “Those people who witnessed my birth as you said, will be there and they knew my parents. What if they recognize me?”
“They won’t.”
She nods, not fully believing me, but then pushes to her feet with a smile. “You’re right. I know you are. I’m just going to snag some wine or something from Grandma and calm myself down. Or maybe I’ll follow the girls into the hall where they put the minibar.”
I nod, turning back to my glam squad, letting them put the final touches on me.
Jenna steps up behind me, fixing the veil, if you can even call it that, onto my head, pinning the thick lace just an inch back as instructed, my blonde hair showing from just along the edges of my face and pulled down over my shoulder—just the way he likes it. Jayden is the last piece, moving in with the lipstick, but just before the brush touches my lips, I pull back.
“This is smudge proof, right?”
She lifts her brows, the crybaby tattoo going with it. “Duh.”
“How long before it starts to wear off?”
Three sets of eyes narrow on me, but it’s the tip of Grandma’s head that is most concerning. I don’t look her way.
“You’ve got at least eight hours,” she begins, then thinks better of her answer, and adds, “three if you suck his dick on the ride from the ceremony to the reception.”
“Dear God,” Grandma mutters as she turns away, shaking her head.
I smirk to myself, parting my lips in invitation, and she gets to work, smoothing the creamy lipstick into place before stepping back and holding the tube out.
“Do you want to take it with you?” Jayden offers.