Page 108 of I Can't Even

That was true.

It’d been something we’d done on a whim.

We’d had plenty of free time, and something to celebrate.

What better way to do that than to get married?

It’d only been him and me, and we promised each other after we’d had the city hall wedding that we wouldn’t speak a word of our early marriage to anyone.

We’d kept that promise, though I couldn’t say it’d been easy.

“This position,” he said. “We’re going to have to buy one of these massage beds.”

I had the ‘why’ on the tip of my tongue when I felt his cock at my entrance.

The breath that left me was audible as he pushed inside.

“Ohhh,” I groaned, loving the stretching burn of him filling me.

“Shh,” he urged. “We don’t want them to catch on.”

I covered my mouth with my hand as he slowly fucked me, his cock reaching somewhere deep so it felt like a firecracker was set off along my nerve endings.

“Hey, her massage sounds way better than mine!” I heard Hollis holler.

I made a sound deep in my throat, a combination of a cry of pleasure and a wheeze of laughter.

“Fuck, baby. You feel so good.” Quaid growled. “Hurry up and come so I can get back to work. I only have ten more minutes.”

I laughed at him. “Clearly you have no clue who you’re dealing with anymore. I’m savoring this…”

Except, my challenge only made him try harder.

With a swift buck of his hips, he hit me deep, reminding me of how good it’d been between us before everything had gone so wrong four months ago.

With a near silent cry, I came, unable to stop myself from succumbing to his ministrations.

The sigh that left him let me know he was just as needy as I was, and when he finally stilled deep inside me, he pulled me up and backwards until I was cuddled into his arms.

“I’ll see you at the altar tomorrow, Calamity.”

I smiled, rubbing my face along his jaw, before saying, “I’ll be the one in white.”

If I’d known I was going to live this long, I would’ve taken better care of myself.

—Quaid to his dad

QUAID

She wore red.

Not pinkish red.

Blood red.

She looked magnificent.

The dress itself was bright red with red lace, but flowed down into a white train that was beautiful and fit her completely.

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