Page 10 of Harrison's Wedding

I give them a wry grin and say, “I fucking hope not!”

“Hey, if Heather’s happy to have mediocre sex with you for the rest of her life, that’s on her.”

I burst into laughter with Sebastian as he hugs me as well. He moves aside to let Gabriel and Ariana approach us, and I don’t even have time to worry that there might be some kind of scene before they congratulate us.

Both of them are smiling widely, and Heather smiles back at them before saying, “Thanks, guys. I can’t believe it!”

They both hug us, and then the rest of the crowd all seem to want to congratulate us before we eat cake and head back up to the VIP section. Heather sits on my lap, and I wrap my arms around her as we talk to people. There’s a lot of discussion about when we might get married, and I don’t care when it is; I just care that it happens.

Heather takes a picture of her ring and posts it on Instagram. I look at my phone when it pings, and I see she’s tagged me in the caption:

So that happened. Happy birthday, @officialharrisonfletcher! I might as well be the first to use this hashtag… #HarrisonandHeatherWedding

We dance and drink until almost four in the morning, and when we leave the venue, there’s a massive crowd of people waiting for us. It feels like there might be more now than on the way in, and they all want to get a picture of Heather and me together, especially with her ring. She holds her hand out with a massive grin on her face, and I can’t stop smiling either. I’ve never been happier.

When we finally make it to the limousine, I pull Heather against me and smile down at her as we drive away from Club Delirium. “Are you happy, angel?”

“More than ever. How did you know?” she asks.

I frown at her in confusion. “How did I know what?”

“The ring.” She holds her hand up and stares at the ring on her left hand. “It’s more perfect and beautiful than I could ever have imagined.”

“It was the only design I found that came even close to matching your beauty,” I tell her with a smile.

In all honesty, nothing could ever match her beauty. Heather is the most beautiful woman in the world, and she shines brighter than any of the diamonds on her finger.

She looks up at me and says in an amazed tone, “You’re my fiancé.”

“I’m your fiancé,” I nod at her.

“We should probably find out if engaged sex is as good as dating sex, then.” She gives me a sexy grin and moves closer to me, turning her face up to mine as she does.

I don’t need any further invitation, and I crash my lips against hers. She opens her mouth to mine as she moves so that she’s straddling me. I can feel my erection growing as we continue our kiss, and my eyes dart to the partition between the driver and us to make sure that we have privacy.

“I love you, Harrison Fletcher,” Heather says after breaking our kiss, then she leans down and places her soft lips against my neck.

“I need you so badly, Heather,” I groan.

She lifts her head back to mine and begins to kiss me again. I reach under her dress and slip my hand into her underwear. She’s already wet, and I’m hard as a rock now. I rub her clit, causing her to moan my name loudly, and I love seeing the ecstasy written on her face as I do this to her. She moves off me and strips off her underwear while looking me in the eyes and causing my cock to jerk in my trousers.

“You’re so fucking sexy, angel,” I murmur huskily.

She unbuttons my trousers, and I lift my ass so she can pull them and my briefs down to my feet. My cock is stiff and I’m aching to be inside her, so I’m grateful when she moves forward again to straddle me before lowering herself onto me. I’m sheathed inside her, and everything about this is completely perfect.

She feels amazing as she slides up and down on me, squeezing my cock tightly with her pussy whenever I’m deep inside her. I pull her head down to mine to kiss her as we continue to move in rhythm. We keep going, and her body starts to shake as her orgasm hits.

I keep her mouth against mine as I put my hands to her hips to continue bouncing her up and down on me. I release her lips and focus on keeping my own orgasm at bay while I continue to fuck her. She makes mewling noises of pleasure and bites her lip while her body shudders, and I know my angel well enough to know that she gets incredibly sensitive after she comes. I want her to come again, though, and she knows she can stop if she needs to.

She doesn’t, though; she just bites her lip, looking sexy as fuck as she stares at me with tears in her eyes and moaning in ecstasy when she achieves her second orgasm. I finally give way to mine, and my cock spasms inside her as I let myself go.

Heather collapses onto me, her body shuddering and squeezing me with her muscles whenever she does, which is painfully pleasurable now that I’ve come.

“God, that was good, honey,” she pants into my neck.

I laugh as I gently rub her back in a post-orgasm glow and agree, “It really was.”

She stays on top of me for about five minutes before she pulls herself off me. I shudder as she does because my cock is so sensitive right now. I quickly grab some tissues from nearby and we clean up the best we can.

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