“Are you expecting anyone?” he asked.
I shook my head, trying to hold onto the delicate thread of afterglow that still clung to me. “No,” I replied.
With a sigh, I untangled myself from the bedding and Lior’s embrace, slipping into my robe as he did the same. The fabric felt cool against my heated skin as I tied the sash around my waist, knotting it with finality.
“All right,” I said, a soft resignation in my tone as I approached the door. “Let’s see what catastrophe awaits.” I drew back the bolt and there stood Lex, Emery, and a frazzled River.
They burst into the room, a whirlwind of worry and desperation.
“They’re lost,” River repeated, his voice a notch higher than usual, “the wedding bands.”
I leaned against the doorframe, crossing my arms over my chest.
“What do you mean?” I asked.
“I can’t find them. I looked everywhere.” River paced the room back and forth. “Adam is going to be so upset. Oh god, what if he decides he doesn’t want to marry me.” He stopped and looked at Lior. “He wouldn’t do that, would he?”
Lior shook his head. “I don’t think anything—bar a natural catastrophe happening on the island—would stop him from marrying you today.”
“Can we get married without rings?”
“You can, but you won’t need to. The rings are not lost,” I said, my tone light and sure. The room fell silent, three pairs of eyes fixed on me, searching for the joke or the lie in my words. But it was neither.
“Lior has them.” I couldn’t help but let my grin widen as I watched Lior’s expression shift from serene to mock exasperation.
Adam had insisted on Lior being the keeper of the rings, citing everyone else’s immaturity and track record for losing things.
“Of course,” River murmured, relief washing over his features so quickly it was like watching a storm clear. “I don’t know how I forgot that.” He dropped onto a nearby chair like a deflated balloon. “I’m so sorry, guys. I didn’t mean?—”
“Hey,” Lex said, crouching next to River. “It’s your wedding day. You’re allowed to feel a little out of sorts. That’s why we’re all here.”
River looked at Lex and nodded.
“Okay, now that the mystery has been solved, why don’t you all go back to your suites while my husband and I get dressed.” I turned to River. “Don’t worry, I’m not shirking my best man responsibilities. Give me thirty, and I’ll meet you in your suite.”
“Okay.” He stood, a new spring on his step, as he practically glided toward the door.
The door had barely closed behind the retreating figures of Lex, Emery, and a visibly calmer River when I spun to face Lior and let my robe slide down my body onto the carpet.
Lior’s gaze was like a heated caress and the unmissable tent in his robe gave me a new sense of urgency…or purpose, more like.
I caught him by the wrist and tugged him toward the bathroom, our feet barely touching the plush carpet as we moved.
“You heard me. You have half an hour,” I said.
“For what?”
“Shower. Now,” I commanded, my voice low and husky, leaving no room for argument.
Lior’s response was a throaty laugh, his desire evident as he allowed me to pull him into the steam-filled enclosure.
Without another word, I turned around to face the tiled wall and whispered the words I knew would finally make Lior lose all control. “Fuck me until I can’t do anything but squirm every time I sit down for the next twelve hours.”
And so, under the hot spray of water that washed over us, my husband complied, our bodies moving together at a pace set by him for him.
It was a minor miracle my body found the energy for another orgasm. It was a small one compared to the ones from last night that had made me shudder uncontrollably every time Lior massaged my prostate with his cock.
I didn’t want to leave him after we’d gotten dressed. Not when he looked like suit porn. Even if my body was well beyond sated, I could stare at my husband looking that good and smelling even better for hours.
