Grady clutches my hips and presses me deeper onto him. Only the slapping of skin accompanies us in this space. His length strikes that sensitive spot hidden inside of me. I toss my head back, the tips of my hair tickling my lower back. He repeats the motion and I collapse against him. To any unsuspecting onlookers, it appears we’re just cuddling. But this is far more than a simple embrace.
“This is so much better than my teenage dreams.”
He cups my nape, applying just the right amount of pressure to send a zing to the soles of my feet. “Bringing the images to life always comes out ahead.”
And we do.
He punches in and out at a fierce rhythm. I grind down onto him, seeking more. We’re propelling faster toward the stratosphere with each ruthless stroke. Our pace is rabid, the need for release chasing us. We have to hurry before someone catches us.
With a mutual groan, we hurdle off the cliff. The tumble wraps me up in blistering heat and rockets me skyward. I clack my teeth together and let go, releasing the pent-up lust with a muffled scream. Higher and hotter, the spiral swirling me tighter and faster.
I flop over, out of breath with stars sparkling in my vision. “Wow, that was, just really wow,” I pant. “Thank you, Gray.”
His chest rises and falls. He turns his head to face me. “For the orgasm?”
I roll my eyes. “Well, yeah. But mostly for making all of my fantasies come true.”
He slaps a palm to his chest. “Delivering happy somethings for life.”
I curl into his side, temporarily sated and wholly satisfied. “Just like I always knew you would.”
Epilogue
Grady
Happy something #300: Dancing with my wife.
“By the power vested in me by the state of Wyoming, I’m proud to pronounce you as husband and wife. Grady,” my best friend stares me down with a twitch in his smirk, “you may now kiss your bride.”
The final portions of Jace’s officiant speech are a shotgun blast. I spear my fingers into Sutton’s perfectly styled hair and crash our lips together. With an arm banded around her waist, I bend my wife into a deep dip. Her lips are a flavorful burst of the juiciest strawberries picked right off the vine. I’m ravenous, dragging that plump pout between my teeth and going in for seconds. Her professionally painted nails dig into my suit jacket while she whimpers for more. We’re so damn gone.
I smile against her glossy mouth. “Can we skip out of the reception?”
She giggles. “At our own wedding?”
I shrug a shoulder. “I made it through the entire ceremony.”
“And you want a reward?”
“So long as you’re my prize.”
She gestures between us. “We just vowed forever and always.”
“Didn’t need rings and a license to tell me that, Sutt.”
“Oh my gosh, we’re actually married,” she whispers.
Sutton’s eyes resemble blue glass when she blinks up at me. I press another kiss to her painted lips. “I love you, wife.”
She links the fingers of our left hands together. “And I love you, husband.”
“Hey, love birds,” Jace cuts in. “We’re not done yet.”
I chuckle. “Sorry, brother. Do your thing.”
He clears his throat and addresses the crowd in front of us. “Please help me introduce, for the very first time, Mr. and Mrs. Bowen!”
Our guests erupt in cheers while we hold up our connected palms. Our meadow has been transformed for the event. Two modest rows are arranged near the trellis I built. Dandelions still blanket the grass, even though it’s late in the season. Everyone holds a floppy stem in their hand. When we pass through the middle, they take turns blowing the puffy seeds at us. Wishes swirl up into the air along with our promise of eternity.
