Then, it’s finally go-time.
It’s no easy feat to get her to put on the blindfold, walk out of her house, and down the staircase. Her trust in me definitely needs a little work, but even so, I manage to pull it off.
As we approach the aisle, Via speaks up yet again, “Can I take this damn blindfold off yet?”
“Yes, V. Take it off,” I say pridefully as my eyes shoot to Ander, and I see him wiping at his eyes.
Fucking sappy ass.
She pulls the blindfold off, and her eyes instantly find Ander’s.
“Iz,” she says, clasping her hand to her mouth in utter shock. “Is this…?”
“It is, V. Congratulations!” She turns to face me, and I can see pure joy overtake her. She throws her arms around me, pulling me into a tight hug. “I am so fucking proud of you. You deserve every ounce of happiness this world has to offer. Now, let's get you married, bitch!”
Via lets out a laugh, and comfort settles over me.
She releases me from her death trap of a hug. We link arms just as a love ballad begins to play, one that Ander recorded specifically for Via as a surprise. Then, we begin walking side by side.
It shouldn’t have been me who had to give my best friend away at her wedding; life should’ve been different for her. But, in the end, I’m glad and honored to do it.
Her eyes are locked on Ander, as mine focus on her.She made it. The darkest parts of her life did everything they could to break her, and yet, she still made it out.
She gives me hope that maybe I can do the same.
Chapter forty-seven
Maverick
November 2025
"Fuck yeah, baby, just like that." My words come out rushed as Izzy bounces on top of me on my bed, sliding up and down my length. Her hands claw marks into my chest as she grabs on for support. The tinge of pain feels so sweet, mixed with the delicious sensation of her movements.
Lately, this is the only time we aren't arguing.
She's been distant for so long at this point. It all started on the Thanksgiving we spent at the Cole Ranch and has progressively gotten worse. However, after our date at Studio Drip, things between us started improving. Then came the wedding, and it’s like a fucking switch flipped.
We started arguing every damn day. Her mind is everywhere else but where it should be when we're together. I don't think she knows that I notice, but of course I do. She's changed.
I know it has a lot to do with me wanting more, wanting to take the next steps with our relationship. What does she expect? How could I not want more with her? Where she's fine with thingsthe way they are, I'm not anymore. I want her. All of her. All the time.
I look up at her, in her element on top of me.She's so fucking stunning. Just the sight of this woman makes my heart flutter. She's everything to me.
"Grab my boobs," she demands breathlessly, her tone firm, leaving no room for argument.
"Always so bossy," I say seductively. Starting at her hips, I let just the tips of my fingertips lightly graze across her skin as they make their way to her chest. Once I get to her perfect tits bouncing freely with each roll of her hips, I grab them, gently massaging and pinching her nipples every so often.
"Mmm,"she moans out as her head tips back.
We've been exclusive for two and a half years, and Izzy has still never let me take control. The second I try to, she's right back, taking charge. I'd be a liar if I said it didn't turn me the fuck on. However, sometimes I wish she would trust me enough to switch roles. I hate that she still doesn’t, and I want to know why.
"Now, play with my clit while I ride your dick. Rub it while I take you all the way." Her words come out choppy, and I know she's close. I want to see her come apart while she's wrapped around me.
Following her directions, I travel one hand back down her body slowly. Once I get to her clit I rub firm circular motions with my thumb.
"Ahh.Fuck yeah, just like that. You listen so well, Mav."
Damn.
