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“Oh God.” She cries and then whimpers when I pull my fingers from her.

“Not yet, beautiful.” I back up and again start smacking each cheek.

I can hear it in her voice when she slips into subspace. Her voice gets sleepy and it’s like her body melts into the bench. “Last one baby, and then you can come.”

I swat her and move closer, sticking my hand back in her panties. The moment I touch her clit she explodes, moaning long and loud. I slowly bring her down and then unstrap her. After picking her up, I carry her over to a chair and sit down.

She snuggles into me like a content little kitten. I stroke the soft skin of her back and don’t miss the sweet sigh that slips past her lips. We’re both quiet for a bit and then she surprises me. “Can I give you a blowjob, Sir?” Britain looks at me and bites her lip.

“Here?” I’ve fingered her here and made her come—obviously—but we’ve never done anything further than that.

“Yes, Sir. Right here.” She shocks the shit out of me and slides off of my lap in between my legs. I watch her with hooded eyes as she unbuttons my jeans and my heart begins to race as she pulls my hard cock out of my pants.

My girl wastes no time engulfing me with her sweet mouth. I feel eyes on us, but I ignore them, focusing only on my girl as she sucks my cock. She knows just how I like it and in no time I start feeling that tingling sensation in my balls.

“Baby, I’m going to come in your mouth if you don’t get off me.” Instead of pulling back, she increases suction and wraps her hand around the base. In no time, my head drops back and I groan as I begin shooting my cum down her throat.

When I finish she tucks me back into my jeans. I pull her back onto my lap and kiss her lips, not even caring that I just came in her mouth. “Are you ready to get out of here?”

“Yeah.” I help her stand and then button up my jeans. I grab my bag and Brit’s hand before leading her to the ladies room. Once she disappears inside, I head out to the reception area.

Vivi and her sub are talking quietly. She smiles when she notices me. “Silas, it’s so good to see you again. We watched your scene and I’m so impressed with your girl. She’s come a long way.” Vivi is a hardcore Domme and knows I’m more into the sensual aspect.

“Thank you, Vivi. She has.” Speaking of my girl, she comes walking out looking like a sated kitten.

She smiles at the other women before taking my hand, and we take our leave. Britain’s always quiet when we leave Heathens but it’s the good kind of quiet—the relaxed kind.

When we get home—yes, I’ve finally admitted to myself that my place isn’t a home without her—I heat us up some lasagna my sister left here the day she and Marcus came over to talk about the wedding. I told Heather I wanted to pay, but she flat out refused to let me. Little does she know that I’m paying for their honeymoon instead.

Dad and I will both be giving her away and she’s asked Britain to be a bridesmaid. I could tell that my girl was freaking out knowing she’d have to wear a dress, but my sister, being the sweetheart she is, said that Britain could wear one of those jumpers that she loves.

Britain grabs some plates from the cupboard and scoops some lasagna onto each of our plates. I carry them out to the living room where we eat while watching the Food Network. I’ve created a monster, because Britain is obsessed with all of the cooking competition shows.

She cleans up after we finish eating and grabs her laptop. I was upset when I found out that after she told me she loved me and I walked away from her, Britain deleted the manuscript she was working on. Thankfully she started it over and has been slowly working on it.

Now I watch the news while she types away next to me. “Silas?”

I look down at her. “Yeah, baby?”

“It’s still so weird to do what we do at the club and just come home and act like a normal couple.” Britain shakes her head. “Ugh…I said that wrong. I don’t know what I’m trying to say.”

I hug her to my side. “I get what you’re saying. So many people that are members of Heathens work successful jobs, have families, and lead completely normal everyday lives. Some submissives work highly stressful jobs and that’s their way to let go.”

She nods and then kisses my cheek. It’s not too much later before we head to bed.

Chapter Twenty-Five

Britain

I run through the parking lot and stop to catch my breath outside the doors of the bridal store. I’m meeting Heather and her other bridesmaids to see her dress and to pick out ours. I guess she’s giving us a color, and then we’ll get to pick our own dresses…barf.

I haven’t told anyone that I plan on wearing a dress. It’s not me or at least not me anymore, but my brother’s getting married and it’s time to stop letting my past affect me. Plus, it’s just one day. I can do it for Marcus and Heather for one day.

Silas’s sister waves me over where she and two other girls are standing. “Hey, Heather. Sorry I’m late.”

“No worries. I’m just glad you’re here. Girls, this is my future sister-in-law, Britain, who also happens to be with my brother.” She points to each girl. “That’s Kara and Melanie, and we’ve been friends since high school.”

“Hi guys,” I say before Heather leads us over to a little couch. Some lady appears out from behind a curtain with glasses of champagne for us. She leads Heather behind another curtain. “Have you seen her dress?” I ask Kara and Melanie.

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