Michael grabbed a forkful and stuffed it into my mouth. “How do you like that?”
My nose scrunched up. “It’s not sweet enough.”
After choosing between fifteen different types of cake, we decided on red velvet. Hailey brought us into another room and started asking us about everything, down to the type of napkins we wanted.
But with this talk about the wedding and these decisions and questions and thoughts … it made me so stressed out. It was nice to get this all out of the way, but I couldn’t seem to focus today. My mind wandered to my dress again and how shitty I was about to look in it in a few weeks’ time.
Running my hands through my hair, I blew out a big sigh and tried hard to hold back the tears. God, all this pregnancy had made me so far was horny or a sobbing mess; there was rarely an in-between.
Michael and I had decided to keep the wedding when it was scheduled, but I didn’t know if my dress was even going to fit with three humans inside of me. My stomach was growing bigger by the day, and thinking about the wedding and trying to squeeze into a small dress when I was huge made me want to ugly cry.
It wasn’t that I felt disgusting. I just …
“Do you think we should move the wedding back until after the kids?” I asked him right in front of Hailey.
She glanced at us with wide eyes and excused herself from the conversation, knowing things were headed south, and then she walked over to a table.
Michael stared over at me and grabbed my hand. “The other night, you were all for having the wedding sooner rather than later. What’s changed?” he asked, but there was something to his voice that I couldn’t quite place.
He was probably thinking that it was Cam or Mason getting in my head. But nope. It was just me, like it always was. Overthinking. Thinking the worst. Like usual.
I gnawed on the inside of my lip. “I don’t think I’m going to look good in my wedding dress,” I admitted. “What if it doesn’t fit? We’re still a few weeks away, and my stomach is going to be huge by then. What if I can’t even get it on?”
“You have a final fitting, don’t you? They can make alterations if needed.”
“If needed?” I asked, trying to hold back my tears. “They’redefinitelygoing to be needed with this.” I pointed down to my stomach.
Michael ran a hand over my stomach and stepped closer to me, dipping his head and sweeping his lips against my ear. “Either way, I’m going to rip that wedding dress off you and take you on our wedding night.” He grabbed my hand and walked with me back to the table. “Now, Mia,” he whispered before we sat, “we’re going to sit down, and you’re going to let me play with your pussy as we pick out the rest of our decorations because I know that’s what you’ve been thinking about all morning, right?”
Heat pooled between my thighs, my heart racing fast. “Okay,” I whispered.
When the wedding planner returned, we sat down at the table as she started to dive back into decorations, guest dinner arrangements, and all thatfunstuff. Michael trailed his hand up the inside of my bare thigh, pushing up the bottom of my dress and gently rubbing my wet panties.
“So,” she said, “music. Have we decided? Live music or DJ?”
“Mia?” Michael asked.
I clenched, feeling Michael’s fingertips rubbing against my swollen clit. “I, uh …”
He pushed his fingers against my pussy, picking up his pace.
“Um …” I shot Michael—who was smirking at me—a glare. A rush of heat exploded through my body. “I haven’t … thought much …” I grabbed Michael’s wrist, feeling my nipples swell under my dress. God, what was wrong with me? “I haven’t thought much about it yet.”
She glanced between us, pushed her glasses further up her nose, and looked back down. “Okay, I’ll need to have a final answer by tonight, so we can book it as soon as possible.”
Michael pushed my legs apart, hooking one of his ankles around mine, and slipped his fingers into my underwear. He pressed them against my entrance, then pushed his fingers inside of me, plunging them in and out of me.
My pussy was so wet that I could almost hear them inside of me. I gulped and tried to act normal and calm and innocent as Hailey went on to something else that I still couldn’t pay much attention to.
The pressure in my pussy rose, and I bit my lip to hold back a whimper. His pace quickened, the heel of his palm hitting my clit over and over; I could feel the tension building up.
I scooted forward in my seat, hoping that she wouldn’t notice as she pushed a book toward me with a bunch of bouquets in it. “I-I like …” I looked down at the flowers.
Calm, Mia. Stay calm.
But in this quiet room, I could hear his fingers thrusting into my wetness every single time. He moved his fingers faster, and I shut my eyes tightly.
“The …”
