“Liam, I don’t know if I want to go out shopping.” She looks at me once her mother closes the door.
The sheet that was covering her falls, showing me her tits, which to me look fuller, her nipples a little darker. I walk over to her and bend, running my tongue over her bottom lip before sliding the wetness off with my thumb and dragging it across her nipple.
“No more, Liam. I need a break.”
“Baby, I need you. My cock needs you. Just looking at you, your tits hanging so full. Nipples so tight. I can’t hold back.” And I don’t. I lean in, sucking a nipple deep inside my mouth. Her head rolls back, her legs spread apart, giving me full access to her pussy. Her lips are swollen pink. My cum leaks out a little, and mixing with her wetness, I know I can slide right in, but she’s sore. I’m going to have to pace myself. Fuck, if I could live in her pussy, I would. “You hurting, baby? Want me to run a bath, wash you, clean that pussy?” I run my finger through her folds, circling her clit that is begging to be played with.
“Hmmm” is all she says, and right before I can finger-fuck her, there is a knock on the door.
“Go away!” I yell, going back to sucking her tit.
“I’m coming in, so cover up the big boy, Hulk,” Skylar calls, and in that moment, she’s fucking fired.
“You’re fired!” I yell while I cover up Emma, who is trying to cover me up. No one sees what’s mine.
The door opens, and Skylar saunters in, a notepad in her hand, her cell phone in the other. “Good Morning, Emma. I hope you are feeling better this morning. We didn’t get introduced to each other yesterday, but I’m Skylar. I’m the reason Jerk Face doesn’t have any white hair yet.” She looks at me and whispers, “You’re welcome.”
“Ummm… hi,” Emma says while she holds the sheet tight to her chest.
“The wedding planner is due here in an hour. She will meet us in the media room. She will have mockups of the backyard done, as well as flower arrangements for you to pick. The caterer will be here at 4:00 p.m., and they will be making you a whole shitload of food. Is there anything you are allergic to?” Skylar asks, pen in hand, ready to take notes.
Emma just shakes her head. I make my way to the other side of the bed and sit next to her. If she was dressed, I’d sit her on my lap, but I just drag her over to me, snaking my hand around her stomach and protecting our son.
“We are making the game room into a wedding boutique. Kayla, who owns the best wedding boutique in Beverly Hills, will be sending over like 3,500 dresses, and they will be set up after noon. I think four hours will do, but worst-case, she leaves them here and comes back tomorrow.” She switches the page over, scribbling more notes.
“Since we are planning the wedding in four days, the dress is the main priority. Hulk over there already has a million tuxes in his closet he can wear.”
“I want him to wear a new one. I don’t want it to be one he wore with another woman on his arm.” Emma looks at me. “You are not marrying me without a new tux. That is my only request.”
“Done. Skylar, call Giorgio and tell him I need a new one. Baby, what color did you want?” I ask Emma.
“Ummm… black? I don’t know, Liam. You can choose the color.” She looks at Skylar. “He can choose the color. When you say game room, is that what the store is called?”
Skylar burst out laughing. “No, honey, I mean here, in his game room. Liam, did you even show her around the house before you locked her in this room and had your way with her?” Skylar shakes her head. “Such a Neanderthal. Emma, we will not be leaving the house at all. Well, till Sunday, when you take off for your honeymoon.”
“Honeymoon? But I have class. I have to go to class. Liam, I can’t go on a honeymoon.”
I see the panic in her eyes. I know school is her top priority. Little does she know is that I contacted the dean and she will be doing all her assignments from home. The donation for their new library also helped. But her and my son’s safety is the main thing right now.
“I’ve taken care of it. All your assignments are in your email folder, along with due dates till the end of the semester. If you don’t hand in one, then we have issues, but your professors agree that your safety is their main concern, and since your name has come out, the press has been all over the school. It’s not safe.”
“Liam!” she yells, getting out of bed and dragging the sheet with her. “You and your stupid popularity!”
“He’s ‘Hollywood’s Golden Bad Boy.’” Skylar actually uses quotation marks with her fingers, egging her on while she sits down.
“I can’t do this right now,” Emma says, looking around for her clothes.
“That’s fine. There isn’t time anyway. People will be here soon to put up the tents, so I need Liam downstairs to tell me where he wants the altar.” Skylar gets up, looking at both of us.
“By the way, you’re paying me double,” she singsongs, and turns around. “Oh, Emma, what size shoe are you?”
“A seven, why?”
“I saw the most amazing Yves Saint Laurent bridal shoes that will set him back a chunk. I just ordered them,” she informs her, winking at Emma as she walks out of the room.
“Is she for real?” Emma asks me, the sheet falling.
Her body on full display causes my poor neglected cock to wake up. Her skin is covered in bite marks, hickeys, beard rashes, you name it. I marked her everywhere.
I shrug. “I don’t know. Who cares? Yves will probably send them for fun,” I say, walking to her and picking her up.
She wraps her legs around my waist. “Four days and you’re mine forever.” I kiss her neck and she hugs me back.
“You didn’t even get me a ring,” she pouts, and I throw back my head and laugh.
“Baby, check your finger.”
She looks at her hand. I slipped a five-karat blush pink diamond ring on her finger when she was sleeping, a ring I bought for her the week we met.
“Liam, this is huge.”
“The only thing huge in this room is my cock. Now, it’s time to get you washed up so you can try on the dresses.”
“I didn’t say yes.”
“I didn’t ask. I’ll fucking drag you to that altar.”
With that, I walk into the bathroom and draw her a bath.