Total pages in book: 57
Estimated words: 52260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52260 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
She’d been waiting for me when I arrived at Nic’s and I’d whisked her away quickly, half expecting my mamma to jump out of nowhere and demand to have my bride back. It was this fear that had me driving to a hotel, instead of our apartment.
We’d barely made it out of the elevator with our clothes on. We didn’t quite make it to the bed, falling to the floor where I made her come twice in my mouth.
She began to move and I loved watching her small, perfect tits bounce as she rode me. “Fuck, baby, your tight little pussy feels amazing. I’ll never get used to how you milk my cock.” Like always, my dirty talk built her into a frenzy and she sped up.
“Harder, Bran!” she cried out.
“You want it rough, kitten?” I croaked, my voice gritty with desire and the strain it was taking to keep from coming. “You want me to pound your sweet pussy?”
“Yes! Oh-ah!”
Gripping her hips, I waited for her to rise again, then bucked up violently as I slammed her back down. She screamed in ecstasy and it only took a few more thrusts for her walls to start pulsing and holding my dick in a death-grip. With a roar, I let go and poured my seed into her, my body quaking with the force of my orgasm.
Later, after another round of wall-banging sex (I couldn’t help hoping the people in the next room heard my woman’s screams of satisfaction) I held her close, running my fingers through her silky hair.
“I love you, kitten,” I whispered. “Tomorrow can’t come soon enough.”
She lifted her head off of my chest and kissed me softly. “I love you too, Brandon.”
We slept for a few hours before making love again, then I reluctantly dropped her off at Nic’s house around six in the morning.
The day dragged by until finally, I was standing at the end of the church aisle watching anxiously for my bride. Anna and Meagan made their way to the front, then Sophia pranced down the aisle tossing little flower petals. At long last, a vision stood at the door and my heart stopped. If there was any piece she hadn’t already owned, in that moment, it became hers.
EIGHTEEN
Carly
I was trying not to giggle at the sight of Sophia grabbing clumps of rose petals from her ivory basket and tossing them up in the air while she walked towards her mom and dad. Anna was on my side of the priest with Meagan, while Nic and Christian were beside Brandon. She was so entertaining that I didn’t even notice the shift in music from “Glasgow Love Theme” to the “Bridal Chorus” until Tommy gave me a little nudge.
“If you don’t let me get you down there and fast, your man is gonna have my ass.”
I tore my eyes away from Sophia to look up at my childhood friend. “Thank you.”
My words were softly spoken, but my gratitude was huge—and it was for more than his offer to walk me down the aisle. I’d spent the day surrounded by Brandon’s mom, Anna, and Meagan. They were all incredibly sweet, but I’d acutely felt the absence of my own family on this special day. Surrounded by Brandon’s family as they showered me with their love, I’d felt guilty for being sad about not having one of my own. I was about to marry a man I loved who adored me in return. His family was going to be my family. We were going to build our own family, too. I was going to have everything I’d ever wanted, but I still felt the lack.
When Tommy had knocked on the door to the bridal dressing room bearing four gifts, I’d assumed they were all from Brandon. It wasn’t until I’d already opened the first three—a pair of antique diamond earrings, a pale blue garter belt and a sparkling diamond tennis bracelet—that I noticed the wrapping on the fourth gift was different.
As I stared down at a sterling silver Tara brooch with gold beading, Tommy had hurried to explain that the earrings belonged to Brandon’s mom and could serve as both my something borrowed and something old. But, he’d brought the brooch because it had been a gift from my mother to his many years ago. He’d thought I might like to have it as my something old instead, and he was right. It meant the world to know a piece of my mom was going to be with me on my wedding day.
My fingers trembled as they brushed against the silver circle and traced the golden pin crossing through the center. “I’m ready now.”
“And none too soon since your groom looks like he’s about ready to storm down here to get you himself.”
Sliding my arm through his, I turned and looked towards the end of the aisle to where Brandon stood waiting for me. Well, waiting was exaggerating it a bit since he’d moved to the bottom of the steps and looked like he was about to come drag me down the aisle.