She moans, her eyes rolling upward, and I keep fucking her like this until she’s screaming my name. Since we never came to an actual decision regarding condoms, once she’s exploded around my cock, choking it like a fucking vise, and I’m close to following behind, I pull out and grip my shaft, stroking it a few times before I come all over her tits.
She glances down at the white ribbons spread over her flesh and grins. “That’s a first.”
“I wasn’t sure where we stood on the condom debate.” I shrug, catching my breath.
She looks at me, deadpan, and then the sweetest fucking laugh escapes her lips as she shakes her head.
“Oh, Matteo, what am I going to do with you?”
I lean over and lick across the seam of her lips.
“Marry me,” I murmur against her mouth, “and spend the rest of your life with me.”
She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls me closer to her. “That’s exactly what I plan to do.”
34
Daniella
“Is it too … white?”
I glance in the mirror at Peyton and Bri, and they both burst out laughing.
“I’m pretty sure a wedding dress is supposed to be white,” Bri says.
“Mine was,” Peyton adds.
I’m standing in the dressing room at a local bridal boutique, trying on wedding dresses. This is my fourth one, but so far, none of them have called to me.
It’s just the three of us because my friends from Coral Bay couldn’t make it on short notice. As much as I love them, I think it’s safe to say, that part of my life is over. They’re working full-time. Two of them have met guys they’re head over heels in love with, and one of them has moved in with her boyfriend. As much as I would love to keep in touch with them, I’d rather focus on what I have right here—my brother, Matteo, his family, and my soon-to-be sisters-in-law.
“I don’t know what’s wrong with me,” I grumble. “Every dress I try on just doesn’t feel right.”
“And we’ll keep going until you find the one that does,” Brielle tells me. “This is only the first shop we’ve looked in. We have weeks to find the perfectdress.”
I step off the platform and back into the fitting room so I can change out of this one and try on another. It’s been a week since we started planning the wedding, and I don’t know what I would do without Bri’s help. I’ve been so busy at work, learning the ropes and getting to know my brother. I don’t know how I would’ve found the time to do it all myself.
But thankfully, I don’t have to because Bri is on it.
She already found the perfect wedding venue, and we have it booked. It helps that they own the hotel the venue is attached to, so it will make it easy to get everything done. It overlooks the water and has the most breathtaking sidewalk and bridge that connects the hotel to the beach, where we’re going to say our vows. Afterward, we’ll head over to the pavilion for the reception.
As I’m unzipping the dress, Melissa, the boutique owner, tells me that she found a dress I should try on.
“It just came in,” she says, excitement in her tone. “But it has buttons. Can I come in to help you?”
“Of course.” I hand her assistant the dress I just tried on, and Melissa helps me put on the new dress.
I’m too close to the mirror to see what it looks like, and when I try to step back, Melissa chides, “No, not like that. Wait.”
Once she’s done, she opens the door and guides me into the main area, turning me around so I can see the dress in the full-length three-way mirror.
The moment my eyes hit my reflection, I gasp because it’s perfect. It’s sleeveless with an A-line princess cut. The bust and off-the-shoulder sleeves are beautiful with lace flowers expanding across my breasts, sleeves, and waistline, trickling down until they meet the elegant tulle. Thanks to the built-in bra and cinched waistline, everything feels like it’s in place and not hanging out everywhere. The dress flows to the floor and has a small train.
“Oh my God,” Peyton breathes. “It’s … you’re beautiful.”
“It’s perfect,” Bri adds.
I stare at myself, imagining walking down the aisle towardMatteo, and grin because it is perfect and I do look beautiful in it. Thanks to the tulle, it’s not too white, since it’s using my skin color as a backdrop to create a light shade of pink throughout, making the lace flowers pop.
