At that angle, his cock was keeping me on the edge, not quite giving me the friction on my clit I needed. I moaned loudly, and Blade slid out of me to flip us over. He grabbed my wrists, pinning them above my head. Then he rammed his cock into me and fucked me hard into the bed.
“I never want to let you go, Avery,” he growled in my ear as I arched up against him.
Blade’s cock slid against my clit as he thrust into me, and I whimpered against his mouth. My pussy clenched, and I shuddered around him as I came. He thrust into me a few more times, his thick cock drawing out the pleasure, then he shuddered with release.
Blade cleaned us off then gathered me to him, pressing soft little kisses to my mouth and face. “I love you, Avery,” he whispered.
I went to sleep wrapped in his arms. We were getting married the next day. Everything that could go wrong already had. Even if the wedding was a disaster, I’d still have Blade as my husband at the end of it, and that was a win. Nothing was going to ruin our marriage. We just had to survive twelve more hours.
62
Avery
The morning of my wedding began with a clap of thunder.
“That’s not good,” I said as lightning lit up the room.
Blade rolled over. “They can just move the reception into Archer’s convention center,” he said. His phone beeped, and he looked at it. “Oh, wait, no they can’t. Archer says one of the buildings sprang a leak, and they had to move a scheduled expo into the building he would have used for the wedding.”
“What are we going to do?” I wailed. Blade checked the weather.
“It’s supposed to clear up by the afternoon,” he said, showing me the weather app. “Think positive, sunny thoughts.”
“Oh my god. I will never get married again!”
“Stick with me,” Blade said, kissing me, “and you won’t have to.”
* * *
Gunnarand the Romance Creative production team were already set up in one of the meeting rooms at City Hall that we were using for the bridal suite. There was an army of hair and makeup stylists ready to start on the bridesmaids—and there were a lot of them.
“You’re going to be last,” Shirley told me. She was dressed in a robe and had her hair in a loose bun.
“Can we get some video footage of you walking around in the bridal robe and being friendly?” Dana asked, headset on her head.
I was a little envious of her long, silky dark hair and her #bossbitch look. I would have loved to look sleek and put together on my wedding day instead of like a vintage cream puff.
I blew out a breath and tried not to grimace at the dress that was hanging from a hook on the ceiling. The train was so long that it still trailed on the ground. My grandmother was carefully steaming the skirt.
“When she’s done, we need footage of you gazing at your dream dress,” Dana added.
I forced myself not to cringe. The dress looked even more voluminous in the diffused light from the large arched windows.
“My readers are going to want some shots of the reception dress,” Penny said, tapping on her clipboard.
I put on a brave face. “Unfortunately, it’s not done.”
“Too bad,” Penny said. “It’s nice to have an outfit change.”
“We’ll do footage of her being bustled,” Dana said.
They compared notes while my grandmother came over to me holding a large, flat leather box.
“I have a wonderful surprise for you!”
Zane, the camera guy, hovered as she proudly opened the box.
“You’re going to wear my wedding jewelry!” The diamonds sparkled against the soft velvet interior. “Oh, Avery, I’m so happy! This is such a wonderful day!”
