Total pages in book: 70
Estimated words: 68515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68515 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 343(@200wpm)___ 274(@250wpm)___ 228(@300wpm)
I could already feel my orgasm building as we writhed together.
His hands were on my hips, and I was panting into his mouth as he built me up to something spectacular.
“I’m about to come,” I whispered against his lips.
“Same,” he rumbled. “Race you.”
But he didn’t speed up anything. He slowly fucked himself into me from below, taking me one slow, torturous thrust at a time until I was coming.
I cried out into his mouth as he planted himself deep one last time before releasing into me.
“Fuck,” he rasped.
It was the sexiest ‘fuck’ I’d ever heard.
He pulled my head back so that he could stare into my eyes.
“What did I ever do without you, Gracie?” he asked.
I wasn’t sure he wanted an answer, but I gave him one anyway.
“Existed.”
CHAPTER 19
I wouldn’t say I’m super successful, but I’m not on meth, so there’s that.
-Jeremiah to Taj
JEREMIAH
“I want to go to Anisa’s wedding,” she said quietly for the fifth time. “I’ve been looking forward to it all year. And she’s spent thousands and thousands on this, and I’m so excited for her. Please, please, will you go with me?”
This time, she didn’t sound mad, or upset, or even livid like she had for the other four discussions we’d had, and I’d shut down with a resounding no.
“Gracie…” I started, intent on telling her no.
But then she broke my heart.
“Anisa was my first and only friend,” she whispered. “Please. Please, please can we go? This wedding is going to be downright terrifying for her. She puts on a good front, but deep down inside, she’d rather claw her eyes out than get married to a man she doesn’t know. And I want to be there for her. Her entire family has done nothing but force her into things since she was a little kid. And I was her solace when she needed me, just as she was mine. Not to mention, she’s been by herself doing wedding festivities for the last two days. She’s all but been begging me via text message to come. Please, can we go?”
All the other routes I’d taken had led to here.
“Fine,” I grumbled. “And what do you mean she’s been doing wedding festivities for the last two days? Is this a three-day event?” I jokingly asked.
“Actually, yes,” she answered, sounding excited now. “Typical Indian weddings are three days in length.”
I sighed. This sounded like the type of event that would require me to get dressed up.
And I wasn’t wrong.
An hour and a half later, at eleven thirty in the damn morning, I was standing outside a wedding venue that only the rich bitches in the area went to, staring at something I’d never seen in my life.
There were pillars. And drapes. And bright colors. And holy fuck, there was a goddamn champagne fountain off to the side right alongside a twelve-foot-high ice sculpture.
“Holy shit,” I breathed as we found our seats near the back of the area and were very quiet. “This is insane.”
Insanely extraordinary.
I’d never been to anything of the like in my life.
I couldn’t even describe it, it was so other-worldly.
But it was beautiful, I could tell you that.
What was even more beautiful was the woman sitting beside me, watching the wedding with rapt attention.
She was practically dancing on the edge of her seat, catching the eyes of many.
But most just smiled when they saw the wonder on her face.
There were a few that scowled. I looked at those particular ones with a scowl of my own, and they looked away.
“Sit still, darlin’,” I ordered quietly against Gracie’s ear. “You’re drawin’ everyone’s attention away from the ceremony.”
“Sorry, I’m crazy.” She wiggled her hands at me.
I grinned. “It’s okay.”
She blinked at me. “You’re supposed to say, ‘It’s okay, you’re not.’”
I snorted. “Oops.”
The sound of music returned our attention to the front of the room where the vows were taking place.
All in all, the wedding was pretty cool.
I felt severely underdressed in a suit and tie seeing as the bride and groom had so much fuckin’ gold, fabric, and embellishments on that no one could compare.
Yet, still I was enjoying myself.
I enjoyed it even more watching Gracie enjoy it.
“This is so beautiful,” she whispered. “She did so well.”
I had no clue what that was supposed to mean.
But I would come to find out a few hours later when Anisa and her new husband finally made it to our sides.
“Gracelynn!” Anisa squealed, throwing herself into Gracie’s arms.
Gracie caught her and pulled her in tight, then all of a sudden, both women were crying. And in Gracie’s instance, for the third damn time of the night.
Anisa and Gracie hugged, and I offered my hand to the groom, Taj, who was looking on with bemusement.
“Nice to meet you, and congratulations,” I said to the man.
He was tall, about my height, with eyes so dark they were nearly black.