Page 15 of Tamed By You

“That’s it, baby, fucking scream for me.” It’s the orgasm that has no end, wave after wave hitting me, as his fingers find my clit and pinches it bringing a second wave, pleasure pulsing through me, and then I feel it: Harry stiffens and groans as he finds his own release, emptying himself inside me.

He collapses on top of me, his chest heaving like mine, and I welcome the stickiness of his warm, muscular body pressed against mine.

Sex has always just been sex, something to do to either get lost, forget the world, or get what I need and move on, but it's never felt like this. I’ve never really cared about the guy’s pleasure or how they feel, and my body has never responded the way it does to his touch. He makes me feel…something, it’s new and different and I can’t explain it other than I feel cared for, worshipped, appreciated and it makes me feel all warm and tingly thinking about it but then an uncomfortable knot forms in my stomach at the realization that this doesn't go past tonight, and I tell myself it's for the best. Yeah, we could never work, and more to the point, I don't want it to.

But forgetting tonight won't be easy, because it’s different with him.

He presses a kiss to the side of my head, still inside me he whispers, “You're going to be a tough one to forget, Alice Hart.”

Chapter Eight

Ali

Ten months later

“Rise and Shine, babe, it’s bachelorette time,” I chime, flinging open the drapes in Ria and Jack’s bedroom.

“What the hell,” a groggy sounding Jack mumbles from under the sheets.

“You too, action man. You have a flight to catch.”

“Ali, what time is it?” Ria yawns.

“5.30 am, but I want to get there early. Gabby is meeting us at the airport with the others, I've been put in charge of dragging your cute ass out of bed and getting you ready.”

“How did you even get in here?” Jack grumbles, burying his head into the pillow.

“I flirted with Fred on the door. Nice guy, gave me his spare key card. Now up.”

“Errrggghhhh, okay, just one more minute.” Ria pulls the sheet over her head and groans.

“Maria, soon to be Maria Lawson don't make me drag that sheet off you, I know you're buck naked under there. I've seen it once and I don’t mind if I have to see it again.”

“When did you see her naked?” Jack’s interest is obviously piqued, and he pokes his head out from under the sheet.

“Story for another day, action man. Now we've got things to do, places to be,” I shout obnoxiously, clapping my hands.

“I'll get the coffee brewing. You've got five minutes to do what you got to do, and we are leaving, naked or not.”

The Vegas heat hits us as we step out of the airport and into the waiting limo. If anyone deserves a weekend full of laughter, pampering, and the finer things in life, it's Ria.

We pile into the white stretch limo. Gabby and I scoot down to the end, so we are near the driver's screen, followed by Ria, Kate, and Harley, the two girls Ria worked with at the club that Jack owns before they got together. Over the past year, we've all grown really close.

I've gone for the tacky Vegas bachelorette for the airport. We are in t-shirts with ‘Team Bride’ on the back and Ria has a white one with ‘Bride to Be’ on the back and we’re making her wear a white veil on her head.

I take the champagne that’s sitting in the ice bucket and pop it; the bubbles exploding onto the floor of the limo as we all cheer. I fill everyone's glasses and we raise them.

“A toast to love, laughter, and happily ever after,” I shout over the Beyonce track that booms through the limo speakers.

We pull up to Caesar's Palace a short time later and check in. Jack has spared no expense this weekend for her. He told me to book whatever, and he would foot the bill, so I did just that.

We are shown up to our suite, which is already decorated for the bachelorette. White and gold balloons cover the ceiling in the entryway and a banner that reads, ‘Same penis forever’ hangs across the wall above a table that has personalized totes bags for each of us that I made sure had swimwear, sashes for tonight's antics, and of course, a hangover kit.

“Really, with the banner?” Ria snorts.

“It's Vegas, baby. Absolutely.” She pulls me in for a hug and squeezes me tight.

“It’s perfect, thank you.”

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