The next morning, he woke up first, started a pot of coffee, and hit the shower. Afterward, he kissed me awake and sent me on in.

As soon as I was out and dressed, I met him in the kitchen. He’d just hung up his phone. He seemed antsy, so I asked him, “Where are we going?”

“The state office. We need to get a marriage license. I looked it up while I had three months to kill,” he said, handing me a cup of coffee.

“I’m surprised you didn’t have it all already planned,” I accused him, taking a sip and putting it down to add more sugar.

“Well, I thought I’d let you pick the finer details,” he replied with a smile. His face hardened a bit, then he added, “Truthfully, I couldn’t guarantee that you’d want me, so I had to wait until I asked.”

“You didn’t ask,” I countered, raising my brow at him in an attempt to chastise him, but he just gave me that wicked grin that turned me into a puddle of mush.

“Yes, I did. Remember when I was eating your pussy and you were begging for more?” How could I forget. I had my body contorted in all kinds of ways, loving the feel of his tongue fucking my pussy.

“Yes, but it was in a moment of weakness.”

“Sorry, no take backs. My baby is probably growing in you right now.”

“I wasn’t taking it back.”

“Good, because I’m not letting you go, Harley. This is forever,” he said, sending butterflies dancing in my belly. The state office was about five minutes away and the anticipation in me was building fast.

We were in and out of that office within minutes. We had three days to plan a wedding. Jacob wasn’t going to wait a day longer. He already had people on standby for décor and catering. It was up to me and what I wanted.

Before I knew what happened, three hours later, I was sitting with three different women looking at dresses and colors, and I was a mess.

Rachael walked in the room and dragged me from them. “Quick time,” she said, clapping her hands in front of my face. “What’s your favorite color?”

“Green,” I replied without thinking.

“What’s your favorite flower?” she asked quickly.

“Orchids,” I fired back.

“Okay, I’ll handle the arrangements and décor. Go try on the three dresses they picked for you. These Middleton boys are bossy, but at least Jacob adores you.”

I hugged her tightly. “Thank you.”

“Now, go hurry,” she said, pushing me away and smacking me on my ass to move.

“Speaking of bossy,” I grumbled, walking into the changing room. Every dress fit like a dream, but only one made me feel like a princess. It had that ball gown feel to it and it was something I never thought I would get to wear. It cut perfect at the waist and was well fitted to the breast line, then it rounded perfectly, cupping my boobs, accentuating my cleavage yet maintaining a certain level of elegance. I twirled in it several times before getting ready to take it off.

“Where is she?” Jacob called out, entering the only wedding shop in town.

“Changing, so get out.”

“I’ve seen her naked,” he informed all of them to my mortification.

“Yes, and you’re not supposed to see her in her wedding gown, so wait outside and she’ll be out in a few minutes.”

“Harley,” he shouted, calling out for me. I was slipping on my shorts when I heard his footsteps. Uh-oh, something must be wrong for him to be looking for me already. I hoped he didn’t change his mind.

Stepping out of the dressing room with my feet still bare, I said, “I’m right here. What’s wrong?”

He pulled me roughly into his arms, my chest hitting his. “What’s wrong? What’s wrong is that I missed you and you were supposed to be done an hour ago,” he complained, before dropping his head and taking my lips. I greedily ran my fingers through his hair and played with it, forgetting that we had an audience.

“Are you done in here? I want lunch,” he asked, looking a bit anxious.

“As soon as she tells me which dress,” Rachael said.

I whispered in her ear and she nodded. “Great choice.” Then Jacob tugged me along and out the door.

“Wait, wait. I need my shoes,” I screeched. Jacob halted, spun around without letting me go and Rachael had them in her hands ready for me. “Thanks.”

“Have fun,” she said, trying to hold back a laugh. Jacob bent down and slipped them on for me, then continued his mission to get me out of this place.

We were in the car and driving away from the food places. “I thought you wanted lunch?”

“I do have lunch prepared, but I didn’t say where we’re eating it.” He drove to an isolated part of the river bank behind my house. It was a beautiful spot where I would sit and read in the summer. We got out of the car and he went to the trunk. He pulled out a large basket and I smiled. A picnic in my favorite spot, this man was becoming too perfect. There was a blanket and several pillows strewn about. I recognized them as the ones from the hotel.

“I’m going to have to tell my boss about you stealing blankets from the hotel,” I teased.

“Please don’t. I’ll do anything for you to keep quiet,” he begged, brushing his lips against mine.

“Really? Anything?” I whispered against his jaw line, licking his scruff.

“Yes,” he panted, his cock pressing against my body. It was so hard and full. I wanted it. My hand reached between us, running my fingers over his length. “He can keep you quiet.”

“Let’s see,” I muttered, lowering myself to my knees. No one could see us unless they were looking out the back window, and even then, it would be a silhouette. I tugged on his pants, pulling his cock out and slipping my tongue around the crown. I tasted his salty wetness. He moaned as I took his cock deeper into my mouth.

His hands pulled on my hair and his hips started rocking forward. He felt so velvety smooth and tasted so good that my pussy was throbbing double time. I started rocking my hips, needing to find my own release. Before I could make him come, he pulled out of my mouth, lifted me to my feet, and made quick work of my clothes, then he lowered me onto the blanket. With his hand pressed against the back of my thigh, he thrust inside of me.

“Jacob, I love you,” I whispered against his lips. He looked down into my eyes, giving me a penetrating stare.

“I love you, Harley,” he answered as he willed my body to his command. I felt my heat pulsing and throbbing, and with his next thrust, I came, squeezing him and making him come, too.