Chapter 21
Gracie bounds around the store while Lily, Candice, and Sarah try on their dresses. I needed to get a feel, a look at how we all fall into place. One by one they step out in their horizon blue, knee-length, pin-up halter top dresses. My breath escapes me. Their makeup and hair isn’t done up and yet they’re stunning.
They smooth their hair and dresses in the mirror before Candice turns to me and gives me a pointed stare. “You can’t play dress up without the final piece.”
I smile. “I know.”
Candice pops my butt. “Chop, chop. I’m ready to see this dress on you.”
After shimmying into my dress and having Sarah thread the horizon blue lace into my corset, I step out. My palms are sweating. My arm pits are sweating. I am a freaking nervous mess. They all gasp, grinning with happy tears.
Once my eyes hit the mirror and I see my reflection, my heart flutters. I’m beautiful. This dress is more than perfect. It’s glamorous and extravagant. The bodice has diamante lace that hugs my body to my hips where the tulle-satin skirt flares out down to the floor.
“You’re a princess, Whit,” Gracie says.
I’m speechless. I’m only able to nod my head, agreeing.
“Whitney, Ryker is going to fall over when he sees you,” Sarah says. “You’re going to knock him out cold without laying a finger on him.”
Candice shakes her head. “She won’t make it to him. He’ll scoop her up and have his way in an empty room.”
They laugh.
“He better not mess up her makeup,” Lily chimes in.
I roll my eyes. “He’ll be patient.” I glance back to my reflection. “I hope.”
“You know I know what you mean,” Gracie curls her lip. “That’s nasty.”
My eyes spring wide, but Sarah looks to her daughter adoringly. “Nosy ears. Look, you can’t tell Ryker anything.” She sticks her pinky out. “You have to promise to not tell Ryker anything about what you see in this room. If you do, that swear jar is Whitney’s.”
Gracie shoves her finger into Sarah’s. “I’m not dumb, Momma.”
Ryker steps through the side door. He looks tired, but his eyes light up when he sees me.
“Hey,” I say, standing to hug him. With all the wedding stuff I did today, I’m feeling more emotional and in need of his touch.
He wraps his hands around my hips and places a soft kiss to my lips. “You miss me?”
I smile. “I did.”
“Did you and the girls have fun?”
I eye him suspiciously. “You just want details.”
“Of course,” he says. “I’m impatient and have one hell of an imagination.”
I tiptoe to kiss his jaw. “Just a few more weeks. How was training?”
“Good.” He lets loose of me and grabs a water from the fridge. “He’s going to kick that fucknut’s ass.”
“You think he’s ready?”
“Yeah,” he exhales. “As long as he doesn’t let his nerves get in the way of his focus.” He puffs a chuckle. “He’s become a cocky son of a bitch.”
I titter. “Look who his coach is.
He scoops me up by my ass and kisses me relentlessly.
I pull back panting and in a playful mood. “Did you miss me?”
He growls low and nips my jawline.
I suck in a breath but then let out a soft moan.
“That. That fucking right there is what I need to fucking hear,” he says and laps his heated tongue along my neck.
He carries me to the couch, dropping my ass, but I’m feeling frisky. I yank his shorts down, and spring his dick loose, immediately taking it in my mouth.
He hums in pleasure, his eyes heavy with lust. He twists my hair in his fist, and I grip his dick tighter, sucking harder. Running my tongue from his nuts to his tip, I moan my own pleasure.
Removing me by my hair, he lays me flat and jerks my pants down. “I’m in no mood for foreplay,” he warns with dark eyes.
There’s the battle—tender versus hard.
He moves my legs around his waist, lowers, and presses in. I suck in a sharp breath at the fullness, and he rocks twice before pausing to look into my eyes.
Storm clouds. Depraved. Begging. Restraint. In dire need to let go. So many emotions twirl in his piercing stare.
I smile. “My dress is gorgeous.”
That cracks the code. He smiles and then shoves forward.
“It’s hot pink and your tuxedo matches,” I banter.
He rams into me hard. I moan in pleasure.
“Your shoes are red to match my dress,” I say leveled.
He juts into me again but then places the most tender kiss to my lips. “You done torturing me?”
I giggle softly. “Am I outdoing your imagination?”
Slowly, he drags out, pushing back in easily before pausing again. “You’re breathtaking in my thoughts.”
“You wait until you see me,” I say.
He gyrates his hips again. “Am I driving you insane?”
I push my hips up. That’s my answer.
He rakes his teeth over his bottom lip. “I’ve craved to feel your pussy wrapped around me all day.”
I swallow forcing my shyness away. “Then show me.”
He smirks. “I’m about to be a married man, Whit. I need to fuck the single life out of me.”
His hips flex once before he lets loose. Quickly, he flips me, yanks my ass into the air, shoves into me, and grabs a handful of hair. He drives wildly, grunting as he roots. He pulls my face toward the ceiling and hisses as he slaps my ass.
I’m moaning in pleasure, hissing in pain, and enjoying every second of the bliss. Warmth ignites my body, pulling in from my toes. Heavily, he drags his hand up my back and grips my neck. He heaves into me and I’m lost.
I writhe, my body tensing as waves of satisfaction roll over me. I moan, rambling incoherent words until I slide back down to reality. It’s when he slows and flips me again.
Adoration shimmers in his eyes when he lowers back down and slowly presses back into me. He rocks gentler, slower, passionately, kissing me sweetly.
“I love you,” he says, moving in and out of me, flooding me with raw emotions.
I kiss him with all my might. Everything is slower, more sensual. His movements are gentle, his hands less powerful, cataloging my body. He makes slow love to me until we’re both drenched in sweat, kissing me endearingly from my neck to my forehead.
I drag my hands over his sweaty muscles on his back, over his shoulders, over his ass, through his hair. My fingers touch every inch of his smooth skin.
He plucks a kiss from me and then pushes up. His thrusts begin to pick up, becoming eager. My orgasm spools back up, and we surrender together. I gasp. He curses, pumping ardently.
He rests his body on top of mine, without the heaviness of all his weight, and kisses my cheek. I can feel his heart pounding, his breath ragged.
We lie like this for so long, so sated and lax, I drift off to sleep with his strong arms wrapped around me.