Page 97 of Sweet Oblivion

No... I push that thought away and lick and kiss and smile until Ryker pulls my face up, tugging me to my feet. He presses his lips to mine, pushing his tongue inside my mouth and groaning as my hands dive into his hair.

“Ryker,” I plead, my legs clenching, unsure of what I’m even begging for.

He spins me around so my back is crushed to his chest, one hand still on my throat as his lips skim my ear. “You need me to take the edge off before we go upstairs, Bambi?”

I turn my head and nip at his lips. “I need you to fuck me, pretty boy.”

Ryker slides a knee between my thighs, forcing my dress up, and I suck in a breath, shaking and needy as I turn my head and watch him grab a condom from his wallet.

“Please...” I pout as he rolls the condom over his already-hard cock. Holy shit. Is that normal?

Fuck that. Who cares. At least if I’m getting married, it’s to a gorgeous sex god who can go all night. Yay me.

He presses a hand between my shoulder blades, forcing my chest against the table and dropping to his knees. “Hurry.”

My body shakes with anticipation as Ryker slides his tongue up along the inside of my thighs and grazes his teeth over my ass before slapping it hard. The stinging sensation warms my deliciously overheated body, and I whimper, grabbing the edge of the table as he leans over me, sliding my thong to the side and lines his cock up against my core.

When he presses in this time, it’s nothing like the last.There’s no slow or sweet. This is all need and want. He slams inside my body, and I scream.

Right there. Already on the precipice.

“Not yet, baby. I’m gonna fuck you for hours.”

I slide my head to the side, resting a cheek against the table and lock eyes with him, a challenge held in mine. “Then you better fuck me fast. Your bride needs sleep.”

“As you wish.”

DELANEY

Steal the crown. Buy the books. Wake the dragon. Marry the prince.

Life is too short to play by anyone else’s rules.

So make your own.

—Delaney’s Secret Thoughts

“Oh, Delaney,” Ashton whispers as another tear falls. My incredibly pregnant, incredibly hormonal sister has been a crying mess all morning. “You look?—”

“Hot. You look fucking hot.” Kaleigh claps her hands like a literal kid in a candy shop with all the money in the world to spend and a sweet tooth the size of the Empire State Building to satisfy. “Ryker is going to lose his mind when you walk down that aisle.”

“You have such a beautiful way with words, Kay.” Dillan passes Kyrie off to Kaleigh and spins me around to the long cheval mirror in the bridal suite. “You look incredible, Delaney.” She takes the ends of my veil and fluffs it up in the air, then watches as it billows to the ground. “I’ve known Ryker for a long time. He’s a good man. I know this whole thing started as a marriage of convenience, but I think you’ve definitely moved into the fake-to-forever trope.”

Lexie moves beside Dillan and gently bumps her with her shoulder. “You are such a romance author.”

“But am I wrong?” Dillan pushes as my cheeks heat. “I’m not sure if you love the man yet, Lane, but I’d bet every penny, if you don’t, you will.”

“Leave her alone, Dillan.” Ashton steps in front of the girls and leans her head against mine. “You feeling okay?”

I nod, looking at our reflection in the mirror. “Well, I’m not ready to run away, if that’s what you’re asking.”

“No,” she laughs. “That’s not what I was asking, but if that’s what you need, I can get the keys to the car and be back in five minutes.”

“You wouldn’t be able to waddle your ass to your husband in five minutes, let alone make it back with the keys to the car, preggo.” Kaleigh’s on fire today, and honestly, it’s exactly what I need. To laugh with these women about the insanity that is my life right now. Because really... who does this? Who marries a man to save him?

Oh, that’s right. I do.

Because Ryker Beneventi saved me that night behind West End.