He pushes every single inch inside with one sharp thrust. I snap my hand out and slap the dresser as I cry out, choking on a breath that’s stuck in my throat. His throaty growl pierces through me as I throb around his shaft, struggling to accommodate his size.
“You’re so snug, baby. This pussy’s strangling my cock. You’re being so good for me, taking every inch like this. I can feel you fluttering around me, Jill. Are you going to come already?”
I press my cheek to the desk and nod as my hips rock against the edge of the dresser in time with his deep thrusts. Every plunge of his cock has me that much closer to the climax that’s already swelling. My nipples rub against the rough fabric of my sweatshirt, adding just the smallest bit of pleasure to the world of it exploding between my thighs.
“Once we’re done and you’ve got a pussy full of cum, I want you to go into your bag and pull out the panties you’re going to wear with your dress today. You’re going to put them on before even one fucking drop can leak from these puffy lips and wear them the rest of the day. If you clean yourself, I’m going to take you in the middle of the reception and give you another gallonof it before pulling you out onto the dance floor,” he grits out, bending his knees and thrusting up into me harder.
He slams against my G-spot, and I see stars. My limbs turn to stone as I come, exploding around him as time stills. For what feels like hours, I see and hear nothing before suddenly, I’m staring into Grayson’s eyes as he fucks me, my hair wrapped tightly around his fist. There’s something about seeing him like this, wearing his big-rimmed glasses like a goddamn filthy professor while fucking me like a savage that keeps the pleasure buzzing inside of me. He takes my lips in a brutal kiss and groans loudly enough that I know everyone on our floor must hear it.
His cock throbs as he starts to come, filling me with warmth. I close my eyes when his thrusts start to slow, until a moment later, they stop completely. Blissful disbelief rattles my mind as he drapes his body over mine and drags his lips across to my cheek, then buries them in my hair, inhaling.
“I was serious about the cum,” he teases, smirking against my temple.
I laugh, unable to help myself. “I had a feeling.”
“You’re mine, Jill.”
And for the first time, I admit to myself that he’s mine, too.
14
JILL
True to his word,I’m standing between both of my soon-to-be brother-in-law’s sisters with wet panties.
It’s not exactly my arousal that has the lace thong plastered to my pussy, but rather the obscene amount of cum that’s been soaking into it since the moment I slipped them on earlier. It’s impossible not to look out at the cluster of family and friends watching as my sister reads her vows to her fiancé and search for him. Amongst the smiling, crying faces, there he is, staring boldly at me while I blush, smiling softly.
My sister’s bouquet is heavy in my hands, full of the most perfect sunflowers that I’ve ever seen. I think if I were to get married, I’d choose the same. They’re timeless, and considering that’s what a marriage is supposed to be, they seem like a good choice.
Marriage. . . oof. Kate was always going to be the first to snag herself a husband. Not only is she three years older than I am, but she and Vince are high school sweethearts. She didn’t have to date around to find the one; rather, he got dumped inher lap. Literally. He tripped over the leg of her desk and actually collapsed into her lap in the tenth grade.
Lucky girl.
Myself, on the other hand, I’ve kissed quite a few frogs. Toads, more like.
After James, I decided to let loose a bit. I indulged in several one-night stands and entertained a few too many eager men who offered to buy me dinners and smother me with cheap supermarket flowers. But hey, one of the only benefits of being a woman is accepting free fancy dinners for the sake of enjoying a night out. Sometimes they led to a second shot, or others, I said goodbye and deleted their number after.
I wasn’t a serial dater, but I won’t lie and say I didn’t spend quite a few nights a week out with different men. I’m only twenty-five. The last few years have been my time to explore and learn what I do and don’t want when it comes to the opposite sex. Obviously, a lot of good all of that exploration did.
After everything I did, I wound up here, with a man who’s been here from nearly the beginning of my fruitless dating journey.
I tighten my grip on the flower stems and roll a finger around the bow around the centre of them. Grayson hasn’t taken his eyes off me, and that realization has shivers rolling up and down my body. The sun is hot above us, but my skin is goosebumped, my hairs standing up.
There are still questions I have about us and what we’re going to do next. Like if we’re going to wait to tell the office, and if that includes secrecy from Ivy. My best friend is going to be able to notice something’s different immediately. I don’t think I’ll want to lie to her if she figures it out on her own.
The rest of the office can wait if that’s what he thinks would be best. I know there isn’t any weird power exchange between us, but that doesn’t mean Grayson’s boss won’t. He’s high up onthe Snowbell Ridge town office food chain, but he doesn’t make the rules. Not that I think there’s some intense “do not date your employee” rule written in a big dusty book.
I wouldn’t care if there were.
I’m starting to realize that I’m pretty crazy about this guy. Much more than I could have anticipated a week ago.
“You may now kiss the bride,” the minister announces.
I turn to face my sister and her husband and begin to clap. The guests rise and cheer, and Vince’s niece runs down the aisle, throwing flower petals into the air. My laugh is instant, real, true happiness expanding in my chest until I’m worried I’ll start to float.
It’s a mix of a bunch of things that have me feeling this way, but as I take a step down from the altar and spin on one heeled foot, the deep brown eyes waiting for me belong to the main culprit.
I only wait until my sister and Vince have made it halfway down the aisle before I rush toward Grayson. He’s there, ready to catch me the moment I reach him. Strong arms curl around my middle and lift before we’re spinning, my feet kicking up behind me.
