Page 158 of Harrison's Wedding

“We’ll never get the wedding venue booking back,” she said slowly, and I grin at her.

“So, is that yes, then, angel?” I ask her.

Heather gives me a beautiful smile and says, “It’s completely and utterly insane, but it’s a yes. It’s a yes, even though we will struggle to find vendors, and barely anybody will be able to make it, and we will probably have to get married at a bus stop because all the venues will be booked.

“It’s a yes because I fucking love you, Harrison Fletcher, and because the only thing that matters is that you’re there with me, with the people we love when we say ‘I do.’”

I swear my heart almost explodes because it’s so full of love for Heather York. I can’t believe that she’s agreed to my crazy idea, and I realize just how much I wanted to take back that date for us. As much as has been taken from Heather and me by the people who drugged our table at the charity event, they haven’t succeeded in taking the most important thing in my life…Heather.

I drop my head to kiss her deeply. Our tongues dance together, and Heather slides her hand down to rest on my stiffening erection.

“Mmmm, angel. We’d better get as much engaged sex in as I can physically manage before we become a boring, old married couple,” I grin wickedly at her.

“Very good point, honey. We are time-limited, now, before our sex life suddenly becomes shit. I’ve heard that having a wedding ring on your finger decreases your ability to maintain an erection by seventy-three percent,” she says very seriously.

“Seventy-three percent, you say?” I ask, and she nods at me. “Well, that does sound problematic. Where did you hear about this?”

“Some study that I read online, I think,” she makes a thoughtful face.

“Was this study peer-reviewed, though?” I tease her.

“Of course!” She says in apparent outrage, “I only ever pay attention to peer-reviewed studies.”

“Well, in that case,” I laugh and kiss her lips softly, “you’d better come with me quickly, angel. We’re running out of time.”

We make our way to the bedroom. We both moved back here as soon as we could. Heather was out of her rented apartment the night of my crash, and has already broken the lease. By the time I was discharged from the hospital, Heather and Hayden had brought all of my things home from his place.

I make my way over to the bed and stand next to it before turning to face her. I unzip my trousers and let them fall to my ankles.

“Come here, angel,” I say, and she walks over to me immediately. When she’s standing in front of me, I say, “On your knees.”

Heather grins at me as she drops to her knees. She pulls my underwear down to my ankles as well, taking my semi-erect cock in her mouth. It doesn’t take long for me to get hard as a rock, and she moves her mouth back and forth along my length.

I place my hand on the back of her head and look down at her as she touches her nose to my stomach. She holds herself there for a moment with my cock down her throat before she pulls her head back and inhales deeply through her nose. She keeps me in her mouth while she uses her tongue on the head of my shaft.

“You’re so fucking sexy, angel,” I groan at her as she takes me as deep as she can again. “I will never tire of watching you do this for me.”

Heather removes me from her mouth slowly, licking my cock from base to tip as she does so before telling me, “And I will never tire of doing it for you. I would be a happy woman if I could spend the rest of my life on my knees in front of you.”

“Now, now, angel. If you did that, then I would never be able to return the favor.” I raise an eyebrow at her.

“Fair point,” she laughs.

Heather places her mouth around me again, and it feels so fucking amazing. I watch her taking me deep into her mouth time and again, in ecstasy from the things she does to me.

“Enough, angel. It’s my turn,” I tell her when I’m on the verge of blowing down her throat.

“No, Harrison, you have to be careful because of your ribs,” she said to him.

Her concern is amusing, and while I’ll definitely be careful, I’m more interested in hearing her scream my name than avoiding any physical pain that might occur.

“Let me worry about my ribs. You just take your clothes off, angel.”

She takes her clothes off, and I remove my clothes, carefully shrugging off my shit and ensuring Heather doesn’t see any sign of the stabbing pain that caused. She takes our clothes to the hamper for me, and I get her to sit at the end of the bed when she gets back.

I kneel in front of her and place a hand on each of her knees before spreading them apart. Her pussy is glistening with her juices, and so beautiful. I can’t wait to hear her come, so I bury my head between her legs.

“Harrison, I can’t take anymore!” she exclaims breathlessly after her second orgasm hits her.

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