“Are we gonna be late?” she whispers.
I smile against her skin. “You’re the main event, sweetheart. Everyone waits for you.”
She moans again as my teeth graze her neck. I imagine everyone at the ceremony seeing it tonight—seeing my mark on her. I know she wouldn’t mind, but I don’t bite hard enough to leave a sign. Alessia’s always been proud of the way I’ve claimed her.
It’s a small wedding. Just my family, her mother, grandmother and Eduardo. Exactly how we wanted it to be. It’s in the backyard of our home. My childhood home. Where my parents raised me to love fiercely and protect others. The place where I became a father unexpectedly overnight. Where I grew up at a pace most people don’t have to. Where I picked up the piecesafter my divorce and put myself back together again—with Aly.Where we fell in love and I earned her trust. And now, where we’re starting the rest of our lives and going to raise our family together.
“I want to know,” she gasps suddenly, her voice filled with urgency.
I still inside of her. My cock throbs and kicks, my whole body goes tense.
“You want to know?”
She nods and bites down on her lip. “I need to know.”
In one movement, I pull out of her, lift her into my arms, and carry her straight into the bathroom.
“Wait! I didn’t mean right now,” she gasps.
I press her against the sink, thrust two fingers inside her, and pump until she’s right at the edge of her orgasm.
“Gabriel, please!” she cries. She rides my hand, chasing her high.
I pause to pull her underwear down from her hips and kick it to the floor. She moans and rocks against my hand, her clit rubbing against the heel of my palm.
“I need to know too,” I tell her.
“But I want to come,” she whines and I laugh.
“Aly, if I don’t come, your something blue at this wedding is going to be my balls. You’re coming and so am I. Just as soon as we find out.”
I lift her effortlessly, stepping us both into the shower, pressing her back against the cool tile.
“What are you—?” she gasps, but the question dies in a moan as I slide back inside her, stretching her open again.
“Where’s the pregnancy test?” I ask.
Her eyes flutter. “Under the sink.”
I hesitate for only a second before pulling out, tearing myself away from her heat. She whimpers at the loss, but I’m on a mission. I step out of the shower, locate the test, rip it open, bring it back, uncap it and hold it up to her. She takes it in one hand and looks at me.
“What?”
I lift her again, sink back inside her pussy, and then grab the test and press the strip right over her urethra.
Her breath hitches. “What are you doing?”
“Pee on it while I’m inside you.”
She blinks at me. “Oh my god, of all the unhinged things you’ve done, thismight take the cake.”
I smile, pulling my hips back before thrusting deep again, grinding against her just right. My balls tighten, my spine tingles—I’m gonna come soon if she doesn’t hurry. But first, we need this.
“A golden shower? Right before I walk down the aisle?” she asks, her pretty, brown eyes are wide. She has her makeup done, her hair blown out perfectly. Fuck, she’s a vision. But she’s naked now, the showerhead isn’t running, and I know this won’t mess up her day. I hope it makes it even better.
“I’ll rinse you off when we’re done. No need to rinse me. Mark me like a dog if you want,” I say, my voice full of heat. I roll my hips, making her whimper. “I’ll walk down the aisle smelling like your piss if that’s what you want. Now, sweetheart. Pee on that damn strip before I come inside you.”
She hesitates, her body tightening around me. I feel every tremor in her muscles, the way she’s holding herself back even though I know she wants to know too. The second she lets go, warmth spills over the test and drips onto my cock. And I swear my vision blurs.
