“If you keep doing that, I’m not going to be long.” Her hand finds the back of my head, and she holds me in place. I laugh against her sex and quicken the thrusts of my fingers. Her legs quiver, and the sting of her heels digging into my back spurs me on. My fingers go in and out at a piston’s pace, her walls gripping so tightly as she nears the edge. She pulls at the sheets, seeking leverage, something to hold onto. I slide my free hand, intertwining our fingers as her orgasm hits. She squeezes my hand so tightly I lose all feeling as I work her through her orgasm. Her back arches, and the sexiest moans fall from her lips and echo off the walls of the cabin. When she’s finished, I slide my fingers out of her and gently place her legs down, and stand above her, focusing on her as I push my soaked fingers into my mouth and suck them clean.
“Holy shit.” She gasps.
I pull her up to standing and press my mouth to hers, letting her tongue dance with mine, giving her a taste of herself.
“That was—” she says softly when I pull away, knowing we need to get off the yacht soon.
“Perfect, you’re perfect, Tor,” I finish her sentence.
She reaches for the waistband of my pants, but I stop her. “We don’t have time.”
“What about you?” she asks.
“Hopefully, we’ll have a tomorrow.”
Chapter Thirty-Three
Tori
I’ve learned a few things as we get ready for Gabby and Brad’s wedding. Gabby rambles a lot when she’s nervous. Her mother does the same, but in Spanish. And, I will be going commando for the second day running due to impractical dress choices, and finally, I think I may be hopelessly obsessed with Noah Jones. Again.
I have replayed last night over in my mind. I don’t know what came over me. The more time I spend around him, the harder it is to stay away. I’ve never forgotten our night together, or the way he saved me, or how I never let him finish his sentence that day. I know we’d never work out. We live different lives, and for the first time in a really long time, I’m happy. Maybe I can let myself have some fun and not worry about the what ifs. I needto live in the moment and not in the future. Something Noah ironically has always said to me.
I fasten the strap on my heel and stand in front of the full-length mirror to inspect myself. My hair is up in a French twist, the black silk dress feels as if it’s glued to me, so going to the bathroom, thanks to the corset at the back, is going to be fun, and the split on the leg shows off the Louboutin heels Gabby gifted us for being her bridesmaids. I feel pretty, and that’s not something I think about myself often.
“Oh, Tor, you look beautiful,” Ria gushes as she comes up behind me. Her hair and dress match mine, and she has the same brunette hair color and ocean blue eyes as Noah.
Ali appears in the doorway, hands on her hips as she pants, “Is anyone able to breathe in these damn dresses?”
At the same time, Ria and I shake our heads. “No.”
“Good. Just checking. I wanted to mention it to Catherine and see if we could loosen the corset, but even I know when to shut my mouth and not piss her off. That woman is stressed.” Ali reaches for the Hotel room service menu and begins fanning herself with it.
“How’s Gabby doing?” I ask.
“As stressed as her mother,” Ali jokes.
“Girls, are you ready?” Gabby calls from the other room. The three of us walk across the hall and stop when Gabby comes into view. Looking like a Spanish princess that could grace the cover of Vogue, she is a vision of grace and elegance in her white lace wedding gown. Full sleeves, a high neck, and a train that looks to be three feet long.
“Oh, Gabby, you look stunning,” Ali gushes.
“I’m going to cry. Our baby G is getting married.” Ria sniffs.
“Gabby, you look beautiful,” I say as we all hold hands. These girls are special; they are strong and resilient and havewelcomed me into their lives as if there was always meant to be a spot for me.
“Tori, thank you for being here. It means the world to us, to me, that you’re here,” Gabby says through tear-filled eyes.
“I’m glad I’m here too. Now stop, because you’ll ruin your make up and then I’ll cry, and I won’t stop.” I sniffle, and we all laugh.
“Come on, Miss Monroe. Let’s make you a Russo.”
The wedding ceremony was perfect. I’ve never seen Brad so emotional. They had a traditional catholic service, honoring their family’s wishes. It couldn’t have gone more smoothly. I don’t know if I’ll ever get my happily ever after, but the way love lingers around me, it feels like a promise from the universe that it’s out there.
Noah and I sat together at the table, and during Brad’s speech, when he talked about Trent and how he was here in spirit, my go to reaction was to flee, but Noah slid his hand into mine under the table and stroked it with his thumb, letting me know he was there.
I know Trent would have loved to have been there beside the guys, but if he hadn’t died, would any of us be here? Would the guys have left the Marines? Would Jack and Ria have ever gotten their chance? If not, then Harry would never have met Ali and Brad with Gabby, and maybe Noah and I wouldn’t have gotten as close.
They say everything happens for a reason, and maybe this was the reason. Maybe Trent’s life being cut short was so thesepeople could be brought together and find their soulmates. As much as I love that thought, and it eases the pain of losing him, I’m still trying to make sense of where that leaves me and the reason for my heartache and losing our baby.
