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I thrust my hips slowly against him. In my mouth, he groaned as I slid myself out, slowly inching in again until we’d both accustomed ourselves to the feel of one another. Slow and steady, we rocked together, my cock in his warm, tight ass and his cock in my warm, tight hand.

It felt like hours, but in reality it was probably mere minutes. When I broke away from his kiss, I buried my face in his hair, unable to hold off any longer. I gritted my release out through my teeth, stilling inside him as he let out his own moan of ecstasy, coating my hand in thick, warm release, until we both collapsed against the couch, spent and sated.

“I love you too,” I whispered against his neck, feeling overwhelmed with happiness.

EPILOGUE

Riley

I knewthe closer I got to the wedding, the more stressed I’d be. But at least I didn’t have to worry about finding a plus one.

“So, what really is there left to do?” Eric asked, sipping on his drink.

“What is there left to do?” Giselle looked like she was about to pop a vein.

“The girls still need to pick up their dresses, the guys need their tuxes, I need to finalize with the caterer...”

“Who’s your caterer?” Eric asked as Aaron supportively stroked his wife and mother-to-be’s shoulders.

No one had made a comment about Giselle’s sudden shift in drinks, which led me to believe they also knew and had been sworn to secrecy, or perhaps they weren’t that observant.

“Penn’s Bakery...” she said. “Why?”

Eric pointed over to the jukebox. “Like, Penn Barrett?”

Giselle opened her mouth as Eric shrugged. “He’s over there, talking to Mitchell. You do know, Mitchell, like, Jasper Springs’s fucking paparazzi?”

Giselle let out a deep breath, fixing her expression.

“I do. Mitchell is my photographer, actually.”

Eric smiled. “Well, it must be your lucky day, because they’re both in some heated discussion over there. Probably should go break it up before hands are thrown,” he said with a chuckle.

“Standing over there with the that sexy vet and the Weston Rhodes.”

Lane laughed as Grayson rolled his eyes.

“You know Weston Rhodes?” Lacey asked, surprised.

“Yeah, he’s my neighbor.”

The looks from the party were shocked.

“You live in Jasper Springs Estates?” Henry perked up.

“Yeah, been there since I was like, I don’t know, twenty-two.”

“What the hell are you? The next Paris Hilton?” Aaron said as Giselle headed over to talk to the boys.

“More like, if I told you I’d have to kill you,” Eric said with a wink.

“Ah, the pretty ones are always either gay or criminals, alas.” Lacey sighed.

“Or argumentive photographers,” Grayson mewled, as everyone else chuckled.

“What’s so funny?” Henry asked.

Julie made a sour face as she pushed her Mai Tai toward Eric. “Ugh, this is way too sweet for me, please take this.”

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