Page 13 of Harrison's Wedding

I’m reading a book on the sofa to distract myself from my thoughts when Heather calls out, “Honey, I’m home!”

All of my thoughts about the current drama are wiped from my mind at the sight of her. She looks tired, with dark circles under her eyes and hair escaping from the messy bun she’s had it in.

“Hey, there, angel. You look wrecked,” I tell her, wanting to do everything in my power to keep her safe.

I walk over to her and wrap my arms around her, pulling her tight against me as I hold her close. Peace and love flood through me because everything is right in the world when she’s in my arms.

“I think I just need something to eat,” she mumbles into my chest.

I frown, because Heather has a tendency to get totally wrapped up in her work and not take any breaks when she’s designing.

“Did you have lunch?” I ask.

“No, I forgot,” she admits. “When do we have to leave?”

“Probably another hour or so”—I check my watch—“do you want to go shower?” I do the mental math, and even if Sebastian orders food as soon as everyone gets there, it could be another two hours before we have dinner. “I’ll get you something to tide you over until we have dinner if you want.”

“That would be great, honey, thank you.”

She smiles at me and turns her face up to mine as she pulls my head down to kiss me. As our tongues meet, I lower my hands from her waist to her ass and pull her tighter against me. Heather pulls her mouth from mine, grabs one of my hands, and begins to lead me toward our bedroom.

“I thought you were tired, angel,” I comment with a smile.

“I am, damn you. You’ll have to do most of the work, I guess.” She gives me a sexy grin as we approach the bed.

Despite this statement, she immediately unbuttons my jeans and pulls them down as she drops to her knees in front of me. She wraps her lips around my cock, and I groan in satisfaction. She stares up at me, and I look down to meet her gaze. Heather is the fucking hottest woman on the face of the planet, and this is her favorite sex act. I love how much she loves it.

I place my hand on the back of her head as she continues to suck me. I’m beginning to be concerned that I might blow down her throat, but I watch her for a few more seconds, enjoying the sensations as well as the view.

Finally, I say, “Enough, angel.”

She grins at me and slowly pulls me out of her mouth before standing up.

“I want to see your body,” I tell her.

Heather strips quickly, and I moan at the sight of her as I remove my clothes. She gets on the bed and lays back with her head on the pillows. I take the time to take in every inch of her. She’s amazing, and I can’t believe she’s going to be my wife.

“You’re so goddamn sexy. How did I get so lucky?” I wonder aloud.

Heather stares back at me and smiles. “I’m wondering the same thing. Now, come here and make me forget how tired I am.”

I climb onto the bed and push her legs apart, spreading her wide for me. I kiss her right inner thigh softly, making my way higher before I switch to her other leg. I can hear her panting for breath, and she gasps as I position my head just above her pussy.

“Is this what you want, angel?” I ask, my lips less than an inch from touching her.

“Yes, please, Harrison. Please,” she begs me.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” I can’t resist smiling as I lower my head that inch.

I’m ecstatic when she moans as my tongue reaches her clit. I suck and lick it while pushing my fingers inside of her, delighting in every noise of pleasure that she makes as I do. It doesn’t take long before her body begins shaking, and she moans my name when she comes.

I kiss her softly one more time before raising my head to smile at her. My cock is rock hard, and I position it at her entrance. I want to thrust into her with reckless abandon, but I don’t. Instead, I force myself to push into her as slowly as I can.

I’m amused when Heather bucks her hips to try and get me further inside her, and I laugh. “What’s wrong, angel?”

“I need you, Harrison. Now,” she moans.

I lower my head and kiss her passionately as I thrust the rest of the way into her. She feels as good as ever, squeezing my cock tightly, and we move in sync as we fuck. I hold myself up on my left hand so I can use my right hand to pull and tweak her nipples, loving the way she moans as I do.

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