Page 48 of Fall

“Exactly.” She winks. “Anyway, Blake went into the kitchen to get more candles, as some had gone out, and his phone started ringing. I went and grabbed his jacket to find his phone, just in case it was important–”

“And you found the ring box?” I say, clapping my hands.

“Well, it fell out onto the floor and I picked it up, opening it as Blake came in. He laughed, explaining all the romantic things he had planned and how they all went wrong as he held my one hand and got down on one knee.”

“Aww,” I say, wiping my eyes. This is exactly what I wanted for her; she deserves this so much.

“The speech he gave me, about how we met, the struggles we had, and how he never wants me anywhere but at his side . . . oh my god, I was in tears,” Izzy says, wiping a few tears away at the memory.

“You remember when we used to sit and watch those witch TV shows with your mum? How she told you that you’d find a perfect guy one day,” I say, and she chuckles.

“I remember we used to watch those shows over and over again.” She sniffles a little. “I miss her. I wish she was here to help me pick a dress, and to meet Blake,” Izzy admits.

“She would have loved him,” I say, squeezing her hand.

“I know. Would you be my maid of honour?” she asks me suddenly, and I pull her to me. I wrap my arms around her, and she sobs a little into my shoulder.

“Of course, I will, and even though your mum isn’t here, we won’t forget her on your wedding day. She will be with you,” I tell her, rubbing her back.

“I know she is with me. I see her when I do simple things like buying apples from the shops and how she used to pick each one up and see what shape they were before buying them.”

“I remember she didn’t like apples that were odd shapes.” I chuckle with Izzy as I pull away from the hug.

“Thank you for coming here, I didn’t realise how much I missed having someone from my past around until you came here. I know I could talk about my mum to anyone, but it’s not the same. I know you remember her.”

“I’m always here to talk,” I tell her, and she holds my hand.

“I’m going to ask Harley to walk me down the aisle, and I know Blake is asking Sebastian to be his best man,” she tells me. “Right . . . I have to go tell Allie and Maisy. We are meeting up for lunch. Do you want to come?” she asks me.

“No, hun. I have work to catch up with. But have fun,” I say, hugging her once more before she leaves.

I pull my laptop off the coffee table and start editing the book that was sent to me yesterday. Thankfully, the author is in no rush, but I don’t want to leave her long without getting the first edit back to her. I spend the next half an hour editing. I know I can’t do too much more before baby girl wakes up.

“Hey, gorgeous,” I hear Harley say as he comes into the room and shuts the door. I put my laptop down, knowing I will have to do more tonight. Overall, it’s not badly written, and it won’t be a massive job.

“Hey, did you hear about Izzy and Blake?” I ask, watching as he comes over and sits next to me on the sofa. Harley looks so much more relaxed and less stressed since everything with Arthur is behind him and we are together. I like seeing him like this, and the smile he always wears.

“Yeah, she called. Thank God, he actually managed to ask without something going wrong. I was starting to feel bad for him.” Harley chuckles, and I move across the sofa, swinging my one leg over him and sitting on his lap.

“I missed waking up next to you this morning,” I whisper across his lips.

“I gave you a lie in, you deserved it.” He chuckles, and I brush my lips down his neck, his hands tightening on my hips. “Tilly,” he warns when I move my hips and rub myself against him, feeling him getting hard beneath me.

“Yes, Harley?” I ask, sliding off his lap and onto my knees in front of him.

I slowly undo his belt as he watches me, his eyes locked on mine the whole time. He lifts his hips a little to help me pull his trousers off, and I take his large cock into my hand. He groans as I lean forward, sliding my tongue around the tip before gently sucking him into my mouth. He is big enough that it’s hard not to gag when I take all of him into my mouth, and he grabs my hair, holding my head in place as I keep still, letting him take over. He fucks my mouth, hard and fast as it’s clear he is losing control, but I love it. I love seeing him relax like this. He suddenly stops, lifting me up, and pushing me onto the sofa. I moan a little when he pulls my leggings and red panties off before turning me so that I’m on my knees on the sofa. I feel his hand cup me from behind.

“So wet from just having me in your mouth,” he whispers, more to himself, before he moves his hand and slides his cock deep inside me.

I arch my back as he grabs my hips and starts pounding away, his grip almost bruising, but the pleasure of having him inside me makes me barely notice. My own hand slides down, rubbing circles on my clit and if anything, it makes him lose more control as he moves faster inside me. He leans forward just as I come and bites down on my shoulder gently, and I moan his name as he finishes inside me. I collapse to the sofa with Harley pulling me to him so that I’m lying on his chest.

“It’s never been like this,” he says after a long silence.

“Like what?” I ask him.

“It’s never meant anything to me, it was just sex. With you, I swear I feel everything, and I never want it to end,” he says.

“It will never end, I don’t want it to either,” I whisper, and he holds me tighter.

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