“You're a masterpiece,” I tell her, and I mean it in every sense. “The most beautiful thing I've ever seen.”
Her eyes go glassy with something that might be tears. “James?—”
“I mean it.” I thrust into her again, punctuating the words. “You. Are.Exquisite.”
It’s messy and vivid and alive, but it doesn’t feel strange. It feelsright.
Maura’s pussy pulses around my length, and I kiss her again, right in time to swallow her cries as she comes on my cock. I follow her over the edge, my own climax washing over me in a haze of auburn and green and white.
Fuck clean and orderly. I really could do this every day for the rest of my life.
43
MAURA
“Are you sure you feel comfortable?” Cat says, fidgeting with her hands as she circles me.
“She feels fine,” Brinley and Pippa say in unison. The boutique assistant kneeling at my feet with a pincushion doesn’t say anything, but I’m pretty sure she mouths it. She spent the entire bridesmaids dress fitting hovering anxiously, trying to make sure everyone's happy.
“You don't have to worry, Cat,” I reassure her. “The dress feels great. There's even still room in case my bump gets any bigger.”
She sighs. “I just want all my bridesmaids to like their dresses.”
I gesture down at my blush-colored chiffon gown. Its empire waist sends the fabric flowing beautifully over my body, while the delicate shirring at the top gives the illusion of sheerness while fully covering my scar. “I love it. I feel like I’m walking right out of a Sargent painting.”
“I have no idea who Sargent is, but I love my dress, too,” Pippa adds. Cat let us all pick different dresses in the same color,so Pippa’s is much more bodycon than mine, giving total Jessica Rabbit vibes.
“My dress is nice, but it’s not too late to change the color from pink,” Brinley adds. Cat and I exchange amused glances. Brinley might joke around, snarking about tulle and chiffon, but we all saw her twirling in front of the mirror in her dress when she thought no one was looking. She loves her dress just as much as we do.
“If you’re comfortable, I'm done pinning your dress,” the boutique assistant says. “I need to speak with the head seamstress about when it will be ready for pick up. You're all welcome to enjoy some tea and champagne in the lounge while you wait.”
Cat’s face brightens immediately, all worry gone. “Ooo, yes please.”
After I slip off my bridesmaid dress, I head over to the lounge where Brinley has a cup of tea waiting for me.
“They have green tea and cinnamon spice, but I thought you’d like the ginger peach best,” she says, handing me the steaming cup.
“Perfect.” I sigh. “Just what I needed.”
“So, what happens if Maura’s belly finally decides to pop before the wedding?” Pippa asks. “I’ve heard that can happen, you know. Like you can go from barely showing at all to a whole ass baby bump overnight.”
“The wedding’s in two weeks. I think it’ll be fine.”
“It’s a good thing Nate and Cat decided on the July date instead of the Christmas one or you might’ve given birth at the wedding,” Brinley jokes. “You would’ve stolen all the attention away from the bride. But, then you wouldn’t have had to get them a gift. I read that in Miss Manners.”
“We would’ve brought the reception party to your hospital room,” Cat says loyally.
I shudder. “Well thanks for choosing the July date because as much as I appreciate the gesture, I think I can live without four hundred guests staring at my lady bits.”
“I don’t have four hundred guests coming,” Cat sniffs. “I have three hundred fifty.”
“The insane part is that they’re allyourguests,” Pippa laughs. “Grumpy Nate invited four people, and they’re all his groomsmen.”
“Not true! Nate invited plenty of people.”
“Name one.”
Cat bites her lower lip, thinking. “Umm…Hold on. I’ll pull up the guest list.” She checks her phone, and her eyes go wide. “Oh, no. Maura, there’s a new Toronto Tea article about you and James.”
