“Stuck with you, huh?”
“Like fucking glue.”
Hell yeah, you are.
“Well, I guess we’d better call my parents then.” His brow furrows. “A wedding reception would be the perfect time to have a wedding, don’t you think?”
His eyes light up. “Is that a yes?”
“Hollis, I’ll marry you as many times as you want.”
“I just might hold you to that.”
I hold out my left hand and wiggle my ring finger. “Keep buying me pretty rings, and I’ll let you.”
He slips the ring on, and it fits snugly against my wedding ring. We both stare at it before he grips my chin and turns my face upward.
“I love you, Pres. I know it might seem soon, or maybe not, since I just got down on one knee and asked you to marry me—again. But I think I’ve loved you longer than I even understood what the word truly meant.”
My eyes start to water again.
“You were a friend and confidant when I needed one. You gave me a family when I had none. And now you’ve come back into my life and shown me the kind of love I never thought was possible. Thank you for loving me—every broken piece.”
I swallow, my throat thick with emotion. “You are not broken, Hollis. We’re all just painfully human, full of scars and imperfections. And I love all of you—the strong and silent side you show everyone else, and the sweet and caring side you save for me. I don’t remember how we ended up in that chapel or why, but I thank God we did, because it brought us here. It brought me you.”
He kisses me hard, pouring all his emotions into that single kiss. Love, devotion, passion. Then he pulls back, heat blazing in his eyes. “How long until everyone else shows up?”
I look at the clock over the bar. “Thirty minutes.”
“Good. Turn around. Hands on the bar top.”
My core clenches at his command. He looks downright feral in his badass costume and dark makeup. I’ve never really been into vampire romance, but I might be after tonight.
I do as he asks, placing my hands on the cool wood. I turn my head to see him eyeing me up and down. “Spread your legs. Keep your hands right there. I want to see that ring on your pretty finger while I fuck you, Pres.”
Oh, damn.
He makes fast work of his belt and unzips his pants. He’s so impatient that he just slides his pants down enough to pull his dick out. I watch as he strokes himself. His lashes flutter as he reaches out and slides a hand under my skirt.
“A thong and thigh highs. You wanted me to fuck you tonight, didn’t you?”
I bite my lip. “Well, I have been averygood girl.”
I feel his hot breath on my shoulder as he gives it a playful nip. Really glad we ditched those fake vampire teeth at the last minute. They would have definitely gotten in the way tonight. “Life with you is never going to be dull, is it?
“Never.”
His hand slides between my legs to cup my pussy. My thong is already drenched. He gives it a tug, letting the fabric slide between folds. It brushes my clit, and I gasp. Then I feel his hot breath next to my ear. “We’re pressed for time, so I’m going to take you hard and fast. But later tonight, we’re going to celebrate the proper way.” He gives a short pause. “For hours.”
He pushes my wet thong to the side and grabs my hips. “Bend forward, Pres.” I feel his hand smooth over the globe of my ass cheek as I bend my back to give him the perfect angle. “That’s it.” I feel the head of his cock work its way into my entrance, and then he slams into me.
I cry out, the pleasure so intense I don’t even care how loud I’m being. Hollis doesn’t let up once he starts. He promised hard and fast, and that’s exactly what he gives me.
His belt buckle is digging into my ass. My makeup is probably trashed, but I don’t care. I really don’t fucking care.
“Fuck, Pres.”
“Don’t stop,” I beg. “I’m so close.”
